Chapter 20 #2
“Not true. One, I might tear you if I go too hard, too fast, too soon. And two, I could bust a nut on the first stroke because you have no clue how long I’ve wanted to be inside you.”
Her eyes widen. “Is it weird that the idea of you blowing prematurely turns me on?”
No clue, but I’m going to do all I can to prevent that from happening.
Dragging my gaze down her body, I take in how utterly perfect she is. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor.”
Silently, she pulls her sundress over her head and lets it fall on the floor.
When she leans back on the pillows and waits for me to make a move, I realize that I’m not going to last longer than a minute inside her. She’s too sexy. Smells too good. Tastes too amazing.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” I say quietly, still drinking her all in with my eyes. My hands itch to touch her, but I won’t until she tells me. Taking orders might be my only saving grace here. I’ll tear into her like an animal if I get to have my way.
Taylor spreads her legs wide, showing off her flexibility from years of yoga. “Worship me,” she whispers.
It’s the hardest and simplest request. One that has me stalling because I have no idea what to adore first. Her lips? Breasts? Cunt? Toes? My brain glitches. It’s like being a kid in a candy shop for the first time and someone says to grab anything I want.
I want it all.
Taylor rolls over onto her side and runs a finger, teasingly, up her hip. “Start here.”
Perfect.
Leaning down, I press my mouth to the dip in her waist and kiss all over it slowly.
“Your skin smells like lavender,” I whisper.
“I love when you wear your white dresses…” I kiss her again, licking her skin.
“When the sun hits you just right, I can see your silhouette underneath. This slope is my favorite part.”
She moans and lazily runs her fingers through my hair. “Do you like my silhouette, Conner?”
“I love it. The flare of your hips.” I run my hands along each part I talk about. “The way your thighs fill out the bottom.” I kiss her waist again. “I’ve imagined you naked a million times and none of it has done you justice.”
“Do you like my ass?” She rolls over and shows it off.
“No.” I greedily knead it with both hands. “I love it.” Biting one cheek makes her squeal. “I want to smack it. Kiss it. Rub myself and come all over it.” Spreading her cheeks apart, I play with her tight hole. “I want to eat it. Fuck it.”
Her cheeks clench under my palms. “I’ve never done that before.”
Don’t be happy about that. Don’t be—
We all know I’m fucking thrilled.
Instead of telling her what I want to do to her ass, I massage and kiss and lick all over it instead. Telling her how soft her skin is. How good she feels against my mouth. My hands.
My dick is going to tear through my jeans, but I keep worshipping her, switching to a different body part every time she asks. It relaxes me and revs me up at the same time. Odd, right? My body is vibrating, dick so hard it hurts, but my mind is calm. Loving her like this brings me peace.
“I want to taste you,” I beg. “Please let me lick your pussy.”
She’s on her belly and looks over her shoulder at me. “Okay.” Then she rolls over and kneels. “I want to sit on your face.”
No need to tell me twice. I roll over and let her straddle me. Then I spread her lips and lick her. Suckle. Finger her. “Don’t just sit. Ride it, baby.” I pull her waist and encourage her to move back and forth.
She pops off and turns around to sixty-nine me instead.
“Oh shit,” I groan when she takes me in her mouth.
Taylor moves her body along my face, and I start tongue-fucking her again. Add some fingers to the action. Her scent is in my nose. Taste on my tongue. Ass right in my face. She sucks me off slowly and it feels so damn good, my toes curl.
But then she groans with my length in her mouth and I freeze.
Fuuuuck. That’s dangerous.
She does it again and the only thing that keeps me sane is doubling down on pleasuring her so that I can distract my climax. It backfires stupendously because the harder I go, she matches my energy, and it’s not long before we’re both edging each other.
Her pussy keeps gripping my fingers. Her clit is swollen. My dick’s about to turn her throat into a daycare.
Taylor presses down on my face and grinds, suffocating me. I climax, screaming as I eat her out. My hips jack up as I pour down her throat and then she detonates too. Her pussy grip is insane. She gushes on my tongue, and I hold her there as tight as possible.
It’s only when the fringes of my vision turn dark that I release her, gasping for air.
She climbs off me and stares at me with these gorgeous, flushed cheeks and her sweet freckles and swollen lips.
Bringing her down to me, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and kiss her hungrily.
Taylor straddles me and rubs herself along my half-deflated cock.
We’re at it like two mindless, sex-starved animals and in no time at all, my dick’s ready for round two.
“Please,” she says, against my mouth, grinding against my hardened length. “Get inside me. I want to feel you in me as deep as possible.”
She lifts enough for me to angle myself against her entrance. It’s on her to sink down. I’m not moving. We might have done a lot, but I’m still nervous that I’ll lose control with her. Giving her the reins is best for now.
“Easy,” I warn.
Fuuuuck, it’s hard not to move. The tip is in and all I want to do is push up and bury myself as deep as possible.
“It’s not going to fit,” she whimpers, and her arms shake.
“Yes, it will.” I wipe the hair from her face and kiss her. “Keep going, baby. Take me in.”
She moans and sinks further down. “Mmph.”
“That’s my good girl. Nice and slow.”
Every inch is a mile and soon I’m floating in bliss. “You feel so good, baby.” I keep our gazes locked. “That’s it. Fuuuuck. Keep going. Nice and slow. Take your time.”
“I feel so full. You’re stretching me out.”
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head and breathes through another inch of me sinking into her.
“Keep going until you take it all.” My head falls back on the pillow. “That’s it. Fuuuuck yeah. You’re doing so well, baby.”
I finally bottom out and she loses her breath. “Holy moly, you’re in my lungs.”
She’s so dramatic. I’m really not that big, guys. Like nine inches, tops.
She takes a few more strokes to acclimate before she starts swirling her hips and going faster.
It’s like once the train leaves the station the conductor loses control of it.
“Oh god, I’m… I’m…” Taylor shudders on top of me, screaming through her climax.
“Damnit,” she whines out of breath. “That was embarrassingly too fast!”
She hits my biceps like it’s my fault and goes boneless on top of me.
“Can I have control now?”
Her breath tickles my skin when she huffs, “Yes.”
“Hold on tight.” I roll her over and keep my thrusts long and steady. Since I already came, round two will be awhile. As long as she’s up for it, of course.
“How does that feel,” I ask, checking in.
“Good. So good, Con.” Taylor rakes her nails down my back. “I feel you everywhere inside me.”
Hiking her leg up, I try a new position. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods and holds onto me.
“You’re divine.” I suck on her neck, my pace quickening. “I don’t ever want to stop.” My pace goes faster. Our bodies slap together. Sweat beads on my brow and chest.
Taylor runs her fingers in my hair, gripping it by the roots. “I think I’m going to come again.”
My body’s screaming from my earlier workout, but there’s no way I’ll change positions, pace, or speed now. I’ll gladly take the pain if I can make her explode again. “Come around my cock like a little slut.”
She whimpers. Her legs around me tighten.
“You want my come inside you?”
Taylor bites her lip and nods.
“Say it. Say you want it.”
“I want you to come inside me.”
“Then take it from me. Wring every drop from my cock with that pussy grip, dirty girl.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her hips meet my thrusts until our bodies clap.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my—” She watches my dick slide in and out of her cunt, coated to the base with her cream. The wet noises are insane. “Fill me up. Making it drip out.”
Those magic words send me over the cliff and I’m free falling into outer space as I release inside her.
It seems to go on forever—the sensations, the rush of fluids, the pulse of her cunt around my dick.
My whole ass body shakes as I try to shove myself even deeper into her.
She gasps and her mouth drops open in a silent scream.
Taylor falls back onto the pillow panting. “Holy shit.”
I don’t want to pull out yet, but I do. “Are you hurt?” The instant I slide out of her, I see a little blood on my dick and want to throw myself into the wood chipper. “Shit, Taylor, you’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re… you’re bleeding.” I’m thrown into caretaker mode. “Hang on. Don’t move.”
She snags my arm, stopping me from leaving. “I’m fine.”
“That’s not fine.” It’s just a little pink, but any pink is bad news. “I hurt you.”
“I think you just rearranged my organs a little.”
“Not funny.”
“I’m not hurt. I swear.” Taylor sits up and frowns at me.
I’m not buying it. “At least let me clean you up.”
When she doesn’t argue, I hurry into her bathroom, soak a washcloth with warm water, and rush back. She tries to take it from me, but I shake my head. “Let me. Please. If I don’t do this myself, I’ll feel like a barbarian.”
She spreads her legs and there’s a wet spot on her bedding. Gently wiping her, I make sure to clean up as much as possible. Taylor whimpers when I press the towel to her pussy. Shit. I knew it. “I was too rough.”
“You weren’t rough enough,” she claps back. “I just haven’t had sex in a while, and my body isn’t used to it.”
My gaze lifts to hers. “Haven’t had sex in a while?”
She shrugs.
“Define awhile?”
She shrugs again.
“Taylor.”
“Do you seriously want to talk about this right now?”
Kind of. It’s just that I always thought I knew everything about her and now I realize I don’t. I had no clue she has a worship kink. I had no idea she and Austin haven’t been fucking. Has he left her unsatisfied all this time? What a jerk.
“It just didn’t feel right anymore,” she admits.
“What’s that mean?” I sit back on my haunches, resting the wet washcloth in my lap.
Her cheeks blaze red. “This is not a conversation for today.”
“Yes, it is.” I’m sick of holding off when I want to go all in. “Tell me so I understand. Because if I find out he was selfish in bed with you, I’m going to…” What? Beat him up again? No. Why can’t my instincts calm down when it comes to this woman?
“It didn’t feel right because it wasn’t…” She blows out a frustrated breath. “Okay, before I say this,” she shoves her finger at me. “Do not let it go to your head.”
“Swear.” This is too serious for me to be an egomaniac over.
“It didn’t feel right with him anymore because all I did was imagine he was you. So I stopped sleeping with him months ago.”
Blinking slowly, it takes a hot minute for her confession to register. “You fantasized about me while he fucked you?” There’s no stopping the smile that spreads across my face. It’s going to crack my cheeks. “Are you messing with me right now?”
“No.” She playfully kicks at me. “Oh my god. I should have just kept my mouth shut. You’re already glowing with pride.”
“Am not.”
Yes, I am. You can probably see me from outer space.
“You swore you wouldn’t let what I say get to your head!”
“It didn’t!” I press my hand to my forehead. “It went everywhere, not just my head. Holy shit, I feel like I’m swelling like the hulk right now.”
She hits me with a pillow.
“Wait.” My gaze narrows with suspicion. “Are you playing with me? Am I bad in bed, so this is your way of soothing my ego?”
“No,” she grumbles, tossing another pillow at me. “And I swear to god if you ever throw this in his face, I’ll kill you.”
“I’ve done enough damage to him already. No man can recover from something like that.”
She buries her head in her hands, and I realize I’ve just made her feel bad.
I feel great though.
Better than great.
I’m a god.
“I swear I won’t say anything.” I offer her my pinky.
She takes it and we do our little pinky promise ritual and then I kiss her because I can. She’s all mine now.
And nothing is going to stop me from keeping her.