Free Engaged (The ABCs of Erotica) by Lexi Maxxwell Page A

his head, like I’m a predator and he’s my prey.  
    “Push your face deeper!” I order.
    Cooper does, and I scream, pushing my pelvis hard to his mouth, practically slamming it against him. He makes long laps to drive me crazy, spearing his tongue into my pussy, applying pressure, and dragging it up to the top.  
    He does this many times, circling the edge of my orgasm. I finally scream, “OK, Cooper: I need you to fuck me.”  
    He laughs and stands. I feel his throbbing as he places his pulsing tip to my flaring pussy hole.
    I growl, “Don’t make me wait!”  
    He teases me, despite my pleading. Holding himself by the base, Cooper drags his dick along my slit, up, down, side to side, around in small circles. Everywhere but in.
    “Please,” I beg.”I’ll give you whatever you want, we can talk until morning. We can fuck again later, as much as you want. But I need you to pound me. Right now, Cooper. I need you to fuck me as hard as you can. Go without stopping. Flip me over and fuck me from behind. Can you do that for me, Cooper?”  
    He grunts, says nothing, then starts fucking me fast enough to kill all my words. I shake on the table, preparing to cum.  
    He grabs my leg from the top of my thigh and starts pulling my body back toward his spearing cock, gaining speed by the second.
    He reaches up, grabs my tits, then uses them as handles to push himself deeper. I surprise myself by yelling, “Cooper, I need you to kiss me!”  
    He practically falls on my body, brings his hand to my head, and pushes it toward his mouth. We kiss while he’s fucking me faster. I fall to the table, writhing.
    I moan, screaming and shaking. He grunts as he fucks me.
    Pleasure bristles my skin as I scream.  
    I’m surprised by how well Cooper still knows my body. I suppose it makes sense, I certainly know his: how to push my pussy onto his dick like I used to, so it pushes the same sputtering moan from his chest, up his throat, and out of his mouth.  
    I finish my orgasm, and Cooper pulls out. He grabs his dick, and rubs it all over my folds. A tease before he shoves it back, and fucks me into another, almost immediate orgasm.
    “I love how you fuck me, Cooper. Rail me like high school! Fuck me like you used to.”  
    Cooper grunts: “I’ll fuck you like I always do inside my head!”  
    “Do you jack off when you think about me?”  
    “All the time!”  
    “What do you think of?”  
    “Cumming in your mouth!”  
    “Where else?”  
    “On your face!”  
    “Where else?”  
    “In your ass! And all over your back!”  
    “Do you want to cum all over my back right now, Cooper? Do you?”  
    “Yes,” he pants.  
    “Then flip me around like you promised!”  
    Cooper grabs my ankles and fucks me so hard that I’m dragged up onto the table. I’m flush against him as he pounds me into my third orgasm.  
    He waits for my finish, then pulls me farther to the table’s edge, off of the top. I spill down and onto my feet. I turn, and slap my stomach onto the table’s surface and bend over, 90 degrees, and plant my feet to the floor.  
    Cooper plunges from behind.  
    He fucks me hard, and I fuck him right back. Unlike the tabletop, now it’s easy to slam my ass back. Cooper grunts like a beast. So do I. I’m stuck between pleasure and memory. I keep turning to look behind me, wishing Cooper wasn’t wearing sunglasses so I could see his expression.
    The pleasure’s too much, I collapse from its weight.
    My tits are mashed to the table as my arms swim from either side of my body. I keep expecting Cooper to cum, but he doesn’t. He grips me tighter and pulls me harder against him, giving me just what I need. I feel alive with his rocking behind me, cock spearing straight into my hole like a flesh-covered nightstick.  
    I can feel his trembling energy, and the focus he uses to keep it from leaving. His hands are deep into my ass cheeks so he can shove himself deeper. I slam myself back,