Page 15 of Cookies and Cream

I begin to move my hips faster and faster until I’m drilling her into the bed just the way she likes it. Layla is clawing my back and screaming the walls down, and I love every second of it.

“Take this dick, Cookie. Don’t you fucking run from me.” I scoot up as Layla scoots back, almost dislodging me from her body.

“Wait! Baby… hold on!” Layla keeps trying to get away, but I pin her down.

“Nah. You talked that shit. Now you better throw that pussy on me like I like,” I growl, pulling us into a seated position.

Layla is on top of me, but I don’t relinquish control. I pull her up and down my dick until she stops trying to run. When she begins to bounce and groan, I know I’m hitting her spot. Layla wraps her arms around my neck and really starts to move.

Before long, I take over again and begin to thrust my hips upward. I hold her still, so she has to take all I’m giving, and she does. Her legs begin to shake, and her breathing becomes shallow.

“Yeah, baby. Let that shit out,” I moan in her ear.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Layla screams her release. I continue to pump my hips through her climax. I follow her over the cliff, filling the condom with streams and streams of cum.

“Fuck! Every. Single. Damned. Time.” I pull out of her slowly and collapse to the side, throwing my arm around Layla.

“I swear you are trying to murder this cookie,” Layla sighs and wraps her leg over mine.

I chuckle, “I was only giving you what you requested. You know I aim to please.”

We cuddle for a few minutes before I get up to remove the condom. I wash my hands and grab a towel to clean Layla up.

“Here, baby. Turn over.”

Layla groans but stays on her stomach, breathing heavily with her eyes still tightly closed.

“You are so dramatic. We only went one round. I know you’re not that damned tired.” I swat her ass, and she moans before turning over and opening her legs.

“You throw that big dick around and then think I’m supposed to hop up for another round? Boy, no! I am not twenty. I need recovery time.”

“My poor baby, did I put it on you like I promised?”

“Mmcht.” Layla sucks her teeth, but she keeps her legs open, so I can clean her up.

I slowly rub the towel between Layla’s legs until the cleaning turns into something else completely. Her hips start to thrust, and I replace the towel with my tongue. Layla’s little sighs become gasps, and I begin to French kiss her pussy like I do her mouth.

“Okay, you’ve convinced me to go another round.” Layla runs her nails through my hair, scratching my scalp just the way I like it.

I kiss my way up her belly and hover my mouth over hers. Layla sticks her tongue out to taste my lips. I smile when she hums her approval. We both know how sweet she is. I deepen the kiss, and we go for round two.

TWELVE

DESSERT

LAYLA

These past few months have been the most romantic I’ve ever experienced. I never would’ve guessed a Simon would be such a sweetheart. Yeah, he puts on this big flirt façade, but he really is the sweetest guy I’ve ever dated.

“Baby, do you want red or white wine with dinner?” Simon asks over his shoulder.

“I don’t know? What do you suggest? You’re the professional here. I’m just along for theride.” I flirt, wiggling my eyebrows.

Simon smiles and then bites his lip. He saunters toward me and leans down, and softly kisses me. If there’s one thing about Simon, he doesn’t give a good got damn where we are. If he wants to show affection, then he will. He doesn’t give a shit if we are alone or in a room full of people. Simon will kiss me like he’s ready to strip my clothes off. At first, I was a little uncomfortable with his displays because nobody I dated in the past showed me that kind of attention. But now, I can’t get enough of it. His kisses are like a drug I need to survive.

“If you sayridelike that again, I’m going to make you sit on it in my pickup in the parking lot.” He nips my lips again, and I smirk.

I hope he doesn’t think that’s a threat. Cause it sounds like a good time to me.