Fifteen
Faster than I can respond or react, Taz’s arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into him. Before his intentions register, his lips are on mine. And hot damn. If anyone asks if I’d fought him off even a little, it would be a bold face ass fucking lie to say that I did. Because I didn’t–I’m not.
I’m leaning in.
This may be the worst idea of my life, but I won’t have any regrets. Knowing whatever his intentions are, they would never be to hurt me. The way he devours me like this kiss is the last we will ever taste or feel–proves that.
At first, I don’t know what the fuck to do with myself, my hands, or my body. My pussy pulsates, and I try to hold back the very unladylike sounds that want to be released. Damn, this man tastes too damn good. It's like all my favorite things rolled into one. I guess what they say about finding the one is true. Everything about him is appealing to me. His smell, taste, and how it feels to be near them. And I’m not mad about it.
Neither my whore of a body nor my brain give a damn that we are devouring each other in a hallway like horny teenagers. I want to get closer to him. I need to get closer to him. My body demands it. My body vibrates with need for the man I know nothing about but have an intense need to consume.
Oh, gawd, that feels good. Taz’s fingers tweak and twist my nipple, and I moan into the kiss. He pulls away while continuing to hold me against him. An unladylike sound of disappointment leaves me, and I damn near pout when he adjusts himself. Of course, being the sexy bald-kissing gawd he is, he chuckles and buries his face in my neck. I pout, yes, I pout because I want more damn kisses. And he does, just not where I want him to. He trails kisses on my neck, and the sensation has tingles going straight to my pussy, causing me to grind against him. For a split second, I have a moment of clarity. Because I look around and we are…
When the fuck did he pick me up?
My eyes trail around my surroundings, only mildly perturbed that this man could distract me enough to change locations. We are no longer in the hallway, and I don’t know where we are. An office? Maybe. Ain't that some shit? I’m kissmatized. I haven’t gotten the dick yet, so I can’t call it dickmitized, but I know it’s coming. A shiver of excitement shoots up my spine at the thought.
With my hands around his neck, I look around, realizing we are, in fact, in an office. His impressively large cock digs into my lady bits as we both try to catch our breaths. His face remains buried in my neck as he breathes me in.
My eyes take in the room. It’s a cute little space with sports and biker shit all over the walls, definitely a man's domain. I feel tugging at my lower half, which has me looking down. A shocked gasp leaves me as I look down at his bald head. While Taz kneels at my feet, doing everything in his power to relieve me of anything he deems in his way, his eyes snap up to mine when he hears me gasp. If I could blush, he would see that shit bright as day, but I can’t, so he doesn’t. Thank fuck for that.
When the fuck did he put me down? I stand frozen when I realize this man is a drug that’s got me losing all my damn senses.
Is this happening?
Taz’s eyes burn with lust as he slowly peels my pants down my legs. His hands against my skin leave a trail of heat, and my skin tingles as gooseflesh appears in the path of contact. We say nothing, taking each other in. I don’t think either of us knows what to say. We are just enthralled with the feeling of this moment. It's heavy, and I never thought that I would crave someone as I do him.
This is happening. I found him. I’m… doing this? Like, really doing this?
Once my pants are off, without taking his lust-filled eyes off of mine, Taz puts his hands on my calves and lifts my legs one at a time. Placing feather-light kisses on both of my thighs. Staring down at him. My need for him is nearly overwhelming. My body is so amped that no rational thought exists in my mind. All I can see, hear, smell, and feel is him.
No regrets.
“I don’t know what this is. I’m not afraid to admit that it scares the fuck out of me. I’ve never wanted to be near or want to be near a woman like I do you. I felt like I was drowning not seeing your beautiful face. Felt like I was going to lose my shit. What’s between your thighs isn’t all I want from you. It’s crazy as shit to say that I know you’re meant for me. So prepare yourself, my little tornado, because your forever is about to devour this pussy.” He growls.
One second, he’s staring up at me. The next, he’s attacking my pussy like it is his last damn meal, praising all the clitoris gods for the deliciousness he was devouring on this day. I try to keep myself up, but the way this man is devouring me has my head falling back into the door with a thump.
My hands go to his bald head, holding on for dear life as he hits a sensitive spot that has me writhing and soaking his tongue with even more of my arousal. I don’t know if I want to get away from his magical tongue or pull him closer. Taz wraps his arms around my thighs, hoisting them over his shoulders further and not breaking a motherfucking beat as he continues to devour my pussy.
“Taz… I… Oh shit… Immabouttcum…” Releasing a low guttural moan as the pressure builds. I feel fingers probing my entrance, and the second, and I mean the second, his fingers enter me. I have to bite my lip to keep my scream of pleasure from getting out.
Oh lord, oh, Jesus, father god, help me.
This man is trying to kill me.
My body shakes, sweat begins to bead and trickle down my back. My hands slip from his head a few times, and I sway because, shit. Oh, damn. Are orgasms supposed to be dizzying? Because a bitch feels like she is floating and about to pass the fuck out. I can’t fucking take it.
He is pumping his fingers in and out of me like his life depends on it, and when he sucks my clit in his mouth. Oh hell. I try to push his head away; I can’t take it anymore. One orgasm was fucking good enough. But he isn’t having it. Too much, too fucking much. My head shakes back and forth against the door as my eyes clench shut, and my heart feels like it will beat the fuck out of my chest. Seriously, this motherfucker is dead ass trying to kill me.
“Shit, fuck Taz, shit that mouth. Oh, fuck that mouth, motherfuckingyouremakemecum… again. Oh… shit, fuck me. Oh, lawd, you’re killing me, damn YOU! I'm coming again. Fuckin shit…”
Slowly, he laps at my release. There is no way I’ll function after this man just sent me to Jesus. Dragging his fingers from me, he maneuvers himself, carrying my naked ass to the desk. Without preamble, he sets me down, and my eyes widen when I realize he’d pulled his cock out and that motherfucker is a gawddamn.
Oh shit.
He must see the trepidation of whether that thing can fit. He chuckles. “You’re made for me.” he says as he strokes himself.
Before I can say a word, he pushes me down. My elbows are resting on the desk, but I can still see him stroking himself. The hand on my chest trails down my body, trailing toward my pussy. His thumb slowly circles my clit. I let out a long moan. I’m sensitive as fuck, but I don’t want him to stop. I take my pleasure and watch him stroke himself and me. He looks me in my eyes, and fuck if this isn’t a moment that lets me know all the bullshit I was spewing earlier ain’t worth a damn. What I see in his eyes. What I feel and have been feeling. There is no denying it.
“I know if I ask, you will tell me. But I don’t want to know. Because the possibility of having you with me forever is…” He releases himself and steps closer to me.
His eyes remain on mine as he slams so hard and so deep into me, I can’t even remember my motherfucking name. There is a slight burn and discomfort at the intrusion as he stretches me with his girth. My pussy clenches, relishing in the twinge of pain that dissolves into pleasure.
Fully sheathed inside me, he doesn’t move, only continues to stare down at me with eyes so filled with lust and need that it nearly makes me come just looking into the. My eyes clenched shut, trying to hold back my release from him just being inside of me. His lips move, and I don’t hear him but make out the words heaven, mine, forever. Slowly, he lets out a breath, and his eyes heat as he trails them down my body to where we are connected. My pussy flutters, which causes him to suck in a breath and growl. His hands leave my sides, push my shirt up, and pull the cups of my brow down.
“Shit,” he says under his breath.
Leaning down, Taz laps at my pebbled nipples as he twists and manipulates the other, still not moving. My pussy flutters around him again. He stills and glares at me. Oh shit.
His glare has no heat, at least not the bad kind. Recognizing my taunts–for what they are. He gives me a devilish smirk, tweaks my nipple, and bites down hard on the other. My pussy flutters around him, and he chuckles.
“Fuck…”
Oh, he’s dangerous.
Taz knows what I need, and he slowly moves inside me. Deliberately shallow strokes that drive me crazy. Releasing my nipple with a pop, he stands to his full height. His hands go to my knees, lifting and spreading my legs wide so that he can watch me.
“You feel it. Not just me inside you but me inside you,” he says as he releases one on my knees and puts his hand on my chest over my heart. I don’t know how or why, but fuck. I do. I felt him. He moves faster when he sees confirmation in my eyes. Oh shit, this man. Fuck.
“You are so fucking tight and wet for me.” He moans.
He smiles, not smirks, as he looks down at where we’re joined, a look of wonder and understanding crossing his face. His body glistens. He reaches for his shirt and rips it off and over his head, and that does it. I explode around him. And he moans loud and long as both hands go to my side as he pulls my lower half damn near off the desk and starts to piston in and out of me.
“Look at us, my little tornado. We’re meant for each other. We fit together just li… like this. This pussy was meant to be mine… only mine.” He growls out.
“Yes, oh god, Taz, yes.” I moan.
“I am going to destroy this pussy, mark the shit out of it, and you’ll smell like me for fucking days, my tornado. You’re going to be walking bow-legged. The memory of my cock will make you so fucked up that no other dick will ever do.” He moans again.
His eyes come to mine.
“This,” thrust, “is,” thrust, “my,” thrust, “pussy,” thrust, thrust, thrust, and then he stills, and his engorged cock explodes, and my pussy constricts around him, accepting him and begging for more. Our combined release seeps out and around his still-hard cock and trickles between my ass checks. Both of us struggle to catch our breaths. He rests his sweaty forehead on my chest between my bare breasts and…
“Oh shit,”
His head snaps up, and his eyes connect with mine. “You aren’t on anything. I didn’t use a condom.” He looks a little sheepish at the admission. Before I can respond, he continues, “Yes, I’m clean. No, I don’t give a fuck if I just knocked you up. You’re mine, and I’m yours. End of.” With determination in his eyes and a nod, he does something that has my jaw coming unhinged and dropping on the floor. He bends down, his lips go to my stomach, kisses it, and then stands up straight with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Then he pulls himself out of me, causing us both to groan. My pussy clenches, missing him, already ignoring everything from the last few minutes–the hussy that she is.
But my brain, hell no, that bitch is firing on all cylinders. Now hold the fuck up here, sir, cum a lot. I sit up and stare at him like he has lost his fucking mind. Because he most definitely has. I know I’m crazy, but I’m not crazy like that.
Ignoring the shock on my face, Taz walks away. And I watch him go. My mouth opens and closes as he walks into a room I assume is the bathroom. I hear the water turning on and then off before he comes back my way with a damp washcloth in hand. Without a word, he gently cleans our combined release from my pussy thighs and then the deck. He smiles when he wipes the desk down. Discarding the towel, he turns back to me, lifts me up and onto the desk, in the sitting position. Now, most women would be furious. Lucky for this fucker, I’m not like most women, but…
“Taz, what you are not about to do is make unilateral decisions like that. Without, I don’t know, talking to first. Yes, I was caught up in the moment that shit happens when the first guy ever to make your lady bits flutter comes along, kisses you senseless, then eats your pussy like he hasn’t been fed in his life.” Staring up at the ceiling, I ignore my annoyance, but it is getting hard.
Holy fuck.
I’m one of those bitches who gets led around by her pussy strings. Damn it. I’m a well-respected, world-class assassin and part of one of the most feared organizations in the world. I’m not supposed to be led by my pussy strings. I blame this shit on my momma. Yep, at this very moment, it is all her fucking fault. Her and her, when you find the one shit.
“I know what I feel, Bellamy. I know you feel it, too. So why are we going to fuck around and act like this isn’t exactly what it is? I’m not a man that jumps into shit headfirst without thinking shit through. I know my mind, and I stick to my decision. I’m not a man who wavers when I know what I want. The moment I saw you, as corny as this shit is about to sound, you took my breath away. When your eyes weren’t on mine, I missed them. When you put Princess in her place twice, my chest swelled with pride. It may have only been hours, but we have a lifetime to write this story. I’m not a man for flowery words and declarations. This is as close as I will ever get. I know I’m not alone in this feeling and won’t feel bad about what I did. I’m not your father, and you are not your mother. You are you; I am me, and we are us.” He stares at me, and I’m fucking shocked as shit. Speechless.
Why do his words want to make me cry like a little bitch? Oh hell, this motherfucker is turning me into a girl. Well, shit.
The realization hits me. I am most definitely one of those girls that are led around by her pussy strings. And believe in love at first sight and all the girly shit. But to be clear, I will never acknowledge or say any of that shit out loud. But there’s no denying it now. Taz is my one.
Taz fixes my bra and shirt. As he walks around his desk, I watch him pick up my pants and torn underwear. With a smirk on his lips, he brings my underwear to his nose, breathes in my scent, and moans. My face heats. Thank fuck, Black girls don’t blush. He smirks at me when he sees I’m watching him. He walks back to me and helps me put my pants on, sans underwear. Once they are far enough up my legs, he lifts me from the desk, still holding me. Another smirk because I wobble on my feet. My legs are jelly, and my pussy is deliciously sore. He helps to pull them up, and I wince a little when they come in contact with my pussy. His eyes go to mine with concern, but I smile, causing him to relax visibly.
Fuck, I’ll have to go into a meeting with my angry father, with Taz’s cum leaking out of me. He must see the horror in my eyes as he buckles and zips my pants. He pulls me and my shaky legs toward the door where my slip-ons are. I don’t even remember him taking them off me. I slip them back on and look up at him.
His smile is infectious. Leaning down, Taz captures my lips for a long, deep, bruising kiss. Then he pulls away, resting his forehead on mine.
“You aren’t and never will be what you say… a good-time girl, booty call, one-night stand, or house mouse.” He kisses my lips. “Because of my little tornado. You taste like mine.” He smirks, opens the door, and leads me down the hall to Gunner's office, who I am sure is fuming by now.
Oh well. I just had fifty-eleven orgasms. So…
That just happened. I lost my virginity on top of a desk, given far more orgasms than I thought conceivable by my father's VP after I beat the shit out of my sister while on a job. And I might have just gotten knocked up.
Yep! I'm a fucking winner.