Free Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica) by Lexi Maxxwell

There’s something sweet about having his dick in my mouth, so wonderfully familiar. I love his taste and texture, and the memories that come with them. His dick is like no other I’ve had. Not just because it’s tan. It’s long and skinny like Cooper. Nothing but muscle, like the rest of his body. I remember the times and places I’ve had it inside me, mostly in his sprawling pad, but there were plenty of others, too, including It’s a Small World.  
    Cooper’s parents let him move to the guesthouse two weeks after his 16 birthday, six months after we started dating. He was my first boyfriend. Even after we broke up, I came here often. I was 19 the last time Cooper and I were together.  
    No longer shy, and clearly wanting to stick his dick in my warm and wet places, Cooper grabs himself and starts swishing his dick in my mouth. I purse my lips tighter and slide down his shaft.  
      He moans as I blow him. Now that I have him, I’m not in a hurry. My licks are slow. Between each lap or deep throated swallow, I look up at Cooper and catch his eyes, to make sure they’re on mine.  
    They always are.  
    Cooper stands ramrod straight, his long pole pointing out from his middle, and into my mouth. I suck slowly, fast, then back to slow. His moans match my tempo.  
    I push my pussy to the wood. I’m hot and starving. I would love to attack him, but want him to feel the control.  
    I lift my legs behind me. My body’s flat, knees straight at the back, ankles crossed up top. Cooper sets his hand at the back of my head and starts pushing my face onto his dick.
    I love this so much .  
    Richard’s rarely aggressive. Cooper often was. I’m thrilled — and soaking — to see he still is. He’s fucking my mouth like a pussy, thrusting faster and wanting to cum. There’s no way I can let him yet, so I reclaim control.  
    I slide my lips from Cooper’s cock and rise from the table to kiss him. This seems to catch him off guard, but he kisses me back: long and sweet in a way that seems to say, I’ve missed you.
    He’s done this a few times already, but somehow, after my dick is in his mouth, it seems not just out of place, but out of character. I feel suddenly confused, and my head is swimming.  
    Most of my thoughts have stopped making sense.  
    “Cooper?” I manage, in mostly a pant.
    “Yes?”  
    His ridiculous sunglasses annoy me. I granted permission but wish that I hadn’t. I want to see into Cooper’s eyes.
    “Will you eat my pussy like you used to?”
    Cooper grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”
    He lowers my frame to the table, my back to the wood. I part my legs for his face, sticking my left into the air. He extends his tongue and wags it, teasing me like he used to.
    I shiver, my sticky inner thighs catching a slight breeze as the hot sun bakes my body. I brace, anticipating the shock of Cooper’s tongue in my middle.
      I’m electric as he touches my clit. He’s as good as ever, probably better. I’m more spoiled from what I’ve had since, especially Richard, who eats pussy as if it was sold by the ounce.  
    Cooper eats my cunt like a puppy, getting slobber all over my skin.  
    He finishes flicking, clamps his lips over my cunt, and starts to suck me. He fills my body with shivers and need. I writhe on the tabletop, rubbing my ass on the wood as he nuzzles my middle, moving back and forth across my slippery slit as he reaches up to fondle my tits.  
    He starts twisting my nipple between his finger and thumb, pinching, pulling and tugging it away from my breast. His pinching is in perfect time with his flicking. That makes me push my pussy harder against his face.
    I need Cooper to fill me; I can’t take much more of his beautiful, torturous teasing. His hands leave my breasts, and he gives more of his mouth to my pussy, clamping harder and sucking faster.
    I start fondling my tits, not roughly like Cooper, but enough to make my moaning consistent. I want to wrap my legs around