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I shook my head.

“No. I care about you, Cooper.”

He took a deep breath, looking out at the night sky, his brow furrowed. What has got him so tense? My old journalistic traits took over for a moment.

“It’s in my past,” he said, looking into my eyes. “We all have checkered pasts. They make us who we are.”

“And who are you?”

“A man looking for a woman like you.”

“Just for fun? Fucking only?”

“Not only, but it’s a good place to start.”

Under the table, I felt his bare foot running up my pantyhose.

“Mr. Anderson!” I said with faux shock.

He grinned, moving his foot to my thigh. I sighed, unable to fight what my body wanted. We would talk after. Words hadn’t gotten me anywhere in life in the past. It was time to have fun and experience what it had to offer.

I scooted my chair back, the metal legs scraping against the cement. As I stood, I kept my eyes transfixed on his, mentally ripping that robe open. He got to his feet and closed the gap between us in an instant.

With his strong arms around me, holding me close, he forcefully kissed me on the lips. I gave up trying to fight, giving in to my body’s wants and needs – him throbbing deep inside me. This will be the last time.

He backed up and took my hand, leading me inside the massive living room decorated in a modern style with lots of white. It looked clean, almost unused, opulent beyond words. The room made me feel safe.

We passed through the living room, me following a step or two behind him, his huge hand holding my dainty one. I stared at his ass, which looked marvelous even under the white robe.

In his bedroom, he stopped and turned, throwing his arms around me again. I reached into his robe, feeling he had no underwear as I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock.

This increased the intensity of his kiss immediately. He moves his fingers to my blouse, unbuttoning it as fast as he could manage while still kissing me. I stroked and tugged, loving every feeling.

After taking off my blouse, he stepped back and threw his robe open all the way. I glanced down at his half-hard cock. It twitched a few times as I reached around to undo my bra strap.

When the fabr

ic fell away, he stepped forward and bent slightly, sucking on one nipple while holding the breast with his hand. I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing him closer.

“Yes,” I said, so sure I wanted what was about to happen.

He moved to my other breast, leaving nothing unexplored. I undid my skirt and let it fall to the floor. A moment later, he rubbed his hand against the outside of my panties.

I moaned, loving the way he made me feel both inside and out. My body responded to his every touch, but my heart also fell for him beyond what was physical.

His kisses moved lower on my body. I felt his hands moving to my hips, pulling my pussy to his face as he got on his knees in front of me.

“Yes,” I hissed as he leaned back and pulled my panties down.

I stepped out of them, spreading my legs. He licked my outer pussy lips as his hand squeezed my ass, pulling me toward him. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.

He teased me another minute or two, making me want to tell him all my secret thoughts. The more he licked, the wetter I became and the more I wanted him inside me.

I put both hands on his shoulders and pulled. He understood immediately, standing in front of me, his hard cock bobbing and weaving back and forth.

Before he made another move, I got to my knees, wanting to make love to that masterpiece with my mouth. While I rarely enjoyed sucking a guy’s dick, this was different.

I couldn’t explain it, but I didn’t care as I wrapped my lips around his thick shaft, taking as much of him in as possible. At the same time, I looked up at his face.