Chapter 9 Taylor
TAYLOR
Who is this vixen? I’ve never been so brazen with a partner before, but Linc brings out a side of me I never knew existed.
“I like the way you think, Ms. King.” He offers me his hand, placing mine in his, he pulls me up and immediately presses his lips to mine.
With our lips fused, he shuffles us backward and awkwardly kicks off his shoes and pants as we go.
He drops down to the end of the bed and rakes his gaze all over my body.
My body thrums with desire, want, and need.
He furrows his brows and growls, “Why do you still have panties on?”
“You said you were going to tear them off with your teeth.”
“That I did.” And without another word, he slips off the end of the bed, grips the back of my thighs, and pulls me to him. He presses his face into my crotch and inhales.
“Why is that so hot?” I pant like a wanton hussy.
“Because it’s me doing it. Now shush, I have a job to do.”
He sticks his tongue out and licks me from taint to clit and gently bites my clit through the material of my panties.
Like he said, he takes the waistband between his teeth and tugs but when he lets go, they flip back up.
He grunts in frustration but not one to give up, he goes back to the task at hand.
Finally, he gets into a rhythm and eventually my panties are off.
Standing before him naked, I reach out and run my hands through his hair. Tugging on the strands, I guide his head forward and without any prompting, he licks and nibbles me in the most exquisite way.
Lifting my hands, I tug on my nipples. Pleasure begins to simmer low in my belly.
My head drops back, I close my eyes, and I focus on his tongue sliding between my folds.
When he pushes his fingers into me, my inner porn star comes out, and I moan, but unlike in a porno, there’s nothing fake about the sounds coming out of me.
My eyes fly open, and my head snaps upright when I feel a pressure on my ass.
Dropping my gaze, even though his face is pressed between my thighs, I can feel him smirking at me.
Not-ready-to-combust me would say something about where his finger is, but ready-to-combust me goes back to playing with her boobs.
Never have I felt this alive from oral before.
I’m about to crash over the edge, and I’m here for it.
“Yes,” I pant. Who knew a finger in the ass could be so … so, amazing. Now, it has me wondering what a dick in there would feel like.
Linc is lapping at me like a starved man. The things this man can do with his tongue should be illegal, and I cannot wait to see what he does with his dick.
Out of nowhere, my orgasm crashes into me, and I cry out. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure ripples through my body. If he didn’t have hold of me, I’d be a crumpled mess on the carpet next to our clothes.
My body relaxes, and with a gentle push, I fall back to the mattress. Lying here, I stare up at the ceiling, panting as I come back to Earth.
Linc rises to his feet, his chin glistens with my arousal. I’m embarrassed with how wet his face is, but that embarrassment flies away when I see him grab his dick and begin to stroke himself.
Even though I just came, that sight has me ready to go again.
With our gazes locked, I slip my finger between my folds and slide it in and out.
My finger isn’t enough. I need him so I remove my hand from between my legs and beckon him to me with my index finger.
He climbs onto the bed and like a predator, stalks up my body.
Cocooning me under him, he leans down and kisses me.
I can taste myself on his lips, and never has anything tasted so sweet.
Sliding my hands over his shoulders, I pull him closer to me, deepening the kiss and connection between us.
His cock presses into my thigh, but I don’t want it in my thigh.
I need him inside of me, and I need that now.
“Please fuck me,” I mumble against his lips.
“I’d love nothing more,” he replies, and I find myself smiling that we’re on the same page.
He lifts himself up and I mourn the loss, but when I see him reach for his side table, I realize what he’s doing. I’m glad someone is thinking clearly.
Intently I watch as he tears open the foil packet and sheathes his cock. With his eyes back on me, he lines himself up with my entrance and with a flick of his hips, he presses inside. The feeling of him entering me is mind-blowing, but when he starts to thrust in and out, I have no words.
“Kiss me,” I command.
With a nod of his head, he leans down and does just as I ask. His tongue plunges into my mouth in sync with what’s happening below. Once again, that feeling begins to develop deep within, and before I know it, I’m crying out his name as my second orgasm for the evening detonates.
My release sets him off and moments after I crash over the edge, I feel his body stiffen as he empties himself into the condom.
He pulls out, removes the condom, and throws it to the side before he collapses onto the mattress next to me. This is not how I pictured our night going, but I’m not going to complain one bit.
This man is perfect in every way and I cannot wait to see what happens next.