Chapter Sixteen #2
I’m not a good man. My head is telling me to make her dress and go, instead I reach out and put a hand on her hip bone. She shivers from the touch as she watches me glide it down over her outer thigh, feeling the silky soft warmth of her skin.
She lets out a small gasp when I trail it back up the inside and ghost over her pussy, not dipping inside, just a featherlight touch across her clit, and up her stomach. When I reach the underside of her tit, she moans. It’s time to test her.
I sit back and pull the sweats over my ass, tossing them aside.
Taylor’s eyes fall on my rock hard cock and I wrap a hand around it to get some fucking relief from how painfully hard it is.
When I look back up at her, she reads the question in my eyes, and responds how I want. By dropping to her knees.
For a second, it crosses my mind to get her a pillow, but I’m not that nice. She leans forward and brushes my hand away, replacing it with her much smaller one, but her grip is strong and I hiss as she strokes me. It’s fucking torture watching her as she works her hand up and down.
I’m about to shove her head over my cock when she looks up at me.
“Can I taste you?” she asks, looking everything like the sweet and innocent girl I know she isn’t.
It makes my balls tighten, those words in that seductive voice.
“Get those cherry lips wrapped around my cock before I lose my fucking mind.”
She smiles then bends forward and takes the head in between her lips, sucking and licking it like a lollipop.
It’s nice and all but not what I want right now.
Placing a hand on the back of her head I push her down.
She obliges me without complaint swallowing down half my cock.
I keep pushing and she gags but doesn’t stop, her hand wrapping around the base.
Now she knows what I want, I loosen my grip, and she bobs up and down, taking me in further, moving faster.
My head tips back on the couch and I stare up at the ceiling as she works my cock.
Fuck, she is good at this. Her hand slips between my legs and cups my balls, making me thrust up and further into her throat.
She chokes and pulls back a little. I’m tempted to tell her not to fucking stop, but she goes back to licking and squeezing me. Just watching her is making me fucking hot. I reach down her back and stroke her ass, pulling her forward so I can tease my fingers between her crack.
Taylor moans and spreads her legs, making it easier for me to dip inside her wet pussy.
“Fuck,” I ground out as she swallows me down deep again. I can barely take this anymore. I’d love to fill her throat with my cum but I’d much prefer to be inside that sweet cunt when I do.
I take her shoulders and push her back. She almost stumbles when I get up and grab her under the arms and lift her, then without warning throw her over my shoulder, making her squeal. I grab a handful of her ass and march out of the room, up the stairs and into my bedroom.
There is no chance for her to look around before I toss her on the bed, grab her hips and spin her so she faces down, her legs hanging over the edge.
“Stay there. Don’t move.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes hooded and lips parted, watching me grab a condom and pull it on. I walk back to her like a predator and her throat works as she swallows.
“You ready for me to fuck you, Cherry?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice strong.
I lift her hips and put her knees on the bed then bend mine to the right level and shove inside of her, the tightness of her welcoming the intrusion, making her cry out.
Oh yeah, this is so much better than her mouth, even though that was amazing.
I fuck into her hard, and she straightens her arms to make her stance more rigid, so I hit as far as I can as she pushes back.
My focus goes solely on her ass, and watching my cock disappearing and reappearing, the condom glistening.
I’d give fucking anything to tear it off and feel the real her but my brain instantly dismisses the idea.
She’s begging and moaning the harder I thrust and I lose all self-control, rutting in and out like an animal.
Taylor claws the comforter and starts making a loud keening sound, then cries out as she clamps down on me. I fuck her harder, needing to feel that climax tearing through her, until my cock can’t take anymore and I pump everything I have into the condom, into her.
“Fuck,” I lean my head down on her spine and try to catch my breath. She stays pressed upwards, taking the weight of my body as I bend over her, wrapping an arm underneath her waist. We can’t stay like this forever, though the thought of pulling out of her irritates me.
The condom takes over any decision I want to make about that. It’s practically full. I step back and remove it, tying it off and going to the bathroom.
When I come back out Taylor is sitting on the end of the bed. She looks up at me, hesitant.
“Don’t look at me like that, Cherry,” I tell her. “Ten minutes and I’ll be spreading those legs again, but first,” I get on my knees and push my face between her thighs. She flinches back but I grip her hips and pull her into me as I suck her clit into my mouth.
“Oh God… Er Noah,” she corrects.
“Damn fucking right,” I growl, then press my tongue inside her. “Now wrap those legs around my neck and show me how much you want to get this pretty pink pussy tongue fucked.”