Checking Him Out (A Single Mothers Romance Novella)

by Chris Genovese

  “Yes!”

  I dropped my legs and wrapped them over his shoulders. He reached around and slapped my ass hard.

  “Oh Mr. Cooper! I’m gonna come right now!”

  “Now?” he asked.

  “Now!” I said.

  Then he did something I’ve never had done to me before. I would have stopped him if I knew it was coming. But I’m so glad I didn’t.

  Just as my pussy began to spasm and I was about to come, he lifted me up, licked one of his fingers, and pushed it gently inside my ass. Just inside the opening. Not far. Not enough to hurt.

  But holy shit.

  That unexpected pressures shot me through the roof. I thought I was going to explode.

  “Uhh, uhhh,” I groaned as my legs shook and my pussy rocked.

  He pulled his finger out of my ass and I hugged him. I needed to hug him. I felt so good, like a real woman. I needed this man.

  He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom and onto his bed. He put me down on his sheet, pulled back the blanket, and then got into the bed with me.

  There, both of our bodies naked and spent, we held each other. He held me like a man needing to envelope himself in his woman and I soaked it all in, letting him sink into me.

  I’d needed this for so long.

  We didn’t make love right away. And you’ve no doubt noticed that I called it “making love.” That’s because at that moment, to both of us, it was love making.

  Somehow we’d allowed ourselves to open up and be completely vulnerable. I was inside his head and he was inside of mine. We didn’t rush anything. In fact, we probably lay there for an hour before anything more happened.

  We lay there just resting when my hand happened to brush against his cock. It was limp, surprisingly small for what I’d encountered earlier. He was completely soft, resting, but then as my hand touched it, it began to grow.

  Nothing sexual had taken place, yet this guy wanted me again. This guy couldn’t get enough of me. He was ready to fuck me again…right away.

  That turned me on and suddenly I was revving to go too.

  Then my hand wasn’t accidentally touching him anymore. It was on a mission.

  With an open hand, kind of like a wave, I passed my palm over the length of his cock, petting it, feeling it expand little by little.

  Mr. Cooper didn’t say a word. He just lay there but his breathing was getting stronger and deeper.

  And his cock was getting harder and longer.

  “You have any of those condoms you couldn’t make your mind up about?” I asked.

  He shook his head.

  “You’re not gonna believe this but I don’t. I didn’t buy any. You made fun of me.”

  Shit, he didn’t have any.

  “I always use a condom too,” he said. “I can’t believe I don’t have any. You see? You stopped me.”

  I did. He’s right. He was trying to buy some and I made fun of him and messed it up.

  “You always wear them?” I asked.

  He nodded. There was no way I was leaving his house without feeling him inside of me. I started thinking like a high school chick.

  What if he pulls out?

  How close am I to my period?

  Can I even get pregnant right now?

  Mr. Cooper must have sensed my frustration because he pulled me under him and climbed on top, so he was between my legs.

  “I want you,” he said. “I’m clean. I promise.”

  “Me too,” I said.

  You can’t possibly find anyone cleaner.

  That was the end of the conversation. We’d both made our decision and as he inched closer to me, I’d never felt more sure of anything in my life.

  I opened my legs the best I could with him on top.

  He grabbed my thighs, opened me further, and let his cock touch the rim of my pussy. My swollen lips were eager to have him inside, parting them. I was wet but I worried I wasn’t wet enough. He was big and it might hurt.

  “Take me,” I said.

  He pressed the head of his cock against my tight hole, my clenched pussy that hadn’t been fucked in a long long time and perhaps had never been fully fucked the way it should be.

  I felt him push a little more and I did my best to help him. I moved my hips. He gripped his dick and steadied it, and then I don’t know what happened, but my juices covered his head and he suddenly sank into me.

  Too far.

  And it hurt so bad.

  “Ahh,” I cried out. “You’re too big.”

  But as I was saying it, I was also reaching for his ass, trying to pull him deeper inside of me. It hurt so bad but felt so good and I wanted to take him deep.

  I wanted to wrap my pussy around his cock and pull it all the way inside.

  I wanted him.

  Oh God I wanted him so bad.

  “Is it okay?” he asked.

  “It’s fucking wonderful,” I said.

  And I don’t know why but I started to cry. My emotions just started pouring out. All of my anger and self pity and depression all came out in tears running down my face.

  “Just fuck me, Mr. Cooper,” I said.

  “Kevin,” he reminded me as he pulled out a ways and then plunged himself back inside of me.

  I was being skewered just like I’d feared but I wanted more and more of it.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Mr. Cooper said. “You feel so good.”

  He pulled out and sank back in gently again and again. I looked down and saw my boobs rocking as he fucked me good and I wasn’t ashamed.

  God I wasn’t ashamed.

  My tears were flowing. I was a real woman. Mr. Cooper was loving me and caressing me and fucking me so good.

  I was a real woman with real needs and he was fulfilling those needs.

  I rolled him over and straddled him. I put his cock to my pussy and it immediately slipped in. It found its home and I sank down onto it.

  I couldn’t go all the way down. It was too long and I felt like it was touching something inside of me. It hurt. I tried to lower myself even more and I did just a little but I couldn’t take it all inside.

  It hurt too much.

  So I just fucked it the best I could. I slid up and down on him, stopping at the same spot each time before rising up.

  Through pursed lips he sucked in and exhaled his breath.

  My tits bobbed up and down, my real tits. And he grabbed them, massaging them, pinching my nipples, seeing them in the light as he fondled them.

  And I rode his cock vigorously, eating it, making it mine.

  And the tears flowed down my cheeks again as he gasped and moaned.

  I wanted to come. I was on the verge.

  “I’m sorry, I’m gonna come,” Mr. Cooper said.

  “It’s okay. Come. Go ahead.”

  I wanted him to come inside of me. I needed to feel his warm come inside of me. It’s the only way this would feel complete. But more than anything I needed to let loose too. I needed to let it out…all this pent up rage.

  I sank down as hard and as low as I could on his cock. Then I pushed down even farther. As the pain was gripping me and his cock was filling me, Mr. Cooper took my clit in his fingers and pinched like he’d done earlier. And that was it.

  “Hooahhh!” I howled as I climaxed, the come flushing out of me.

  I went limp. I couldn’t move. My legs shook and my back arched and my toes curled but I couldn’t physically move. Mr. Cooper had to take over.

  He rolled over without removing his cock from me…and then started thrusting. My head hit the headboard and I had to grab it to stop myself from getting knocked out.

  He was too close to coming and was only concentrating on fucking. He fucked me harder and faster and rubbed at my clit as he did. I felt it coming again.

  I’d never in my life had two orgasms, but this one was coming.

  “Oh shit!” I cried out.

  “Oh shit,” he echoed.
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br />   I felt his come shoot into me and as he filled me it was like permission to come again myself. Feeling his heat inside of me was such a turn on that I instantly came. My legs went slack again and I just lay there while he drove his cock into me until he was completely spent.

  We didn’t budge until the end of what would have been my double shift. I lay there on his chest, his hand stroking my hair, thinking this was insane.

  How the whole thing happened was just crazy.

  I kept thinking I’d open my eyes and be back at my cash register ringing up Mr. Cooper’s groceries. But it wasn’t a dream. I was in his bed. And I knew I wanted to be in this bed as often as possible.

  When it was time to go home, Mr. Cooper drove me back to work where my car was waiting. He leaned over, kissed my forehead, and held my head against his.

  “Listen to me,” he said. “You deserve the world. Your husband was an ass for leaving you. Don’t think about him anymore. Think about yourself and about your son. When you get out of this car, you’ll never see me again. But you’ll be okay with that. You’ll understand that this is what you needed. You are a REAL woman. Be her. Be you. Don’t wait for a man to make you whole. But when you find a good man, let him add on to your completion.”

  Tears ran down my cheeks again. I didn’t really understand what he was saying. But somehow I was accepting it. I would never see him again. It should have been strange. I should have been pissed. I should have felt used. But I didn’t. It’s like I knew all along this was how it would end.

  “Are you an angel or something?” I asked.

  Thinking back, it seems like a stupid question. But at the time it seemed perfectly logical.

  Mr. Cooper just smiled. And I knew that was the only answer I’d get.

  I got out of the car and didn’t look back. I walked to my car and went home to my son, ready to start my new life with my new attitude as a REAL woman.

  I never saw Mr. Cooper again. But he gave me what I needed at a time when I was at my lowest.

  And he was right…

  I was…I AM…a real woman.

  THE END

  Thank you so much for reading this short Chris Genovese novella. You can definitely expect more in the Single Mothers Workplace Romance series. After all, there are plenty of single mothers out there…all with fantasies of their own.

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