11. Taylor #2
He nibbles and sucks until my nipple is red and engorged, then he moves to the other, giving it the same treatment while he teases the first with his thumb.
Oh God, I don’t want him to stop. It feels so fucking good.
He lifts his head, and his hand slides up my chest to encircle my neck, then his mouth closes over mine, and he kisses me fiercely.
I give over total control, loving how he takes it, and another rush of wetness floods my pussy. I moan into his mouth, undulating beneath him.
He growls, and his free hand slides between my legs to stroke his fingers through the slippery wetness. I kiss him harder.
He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them inside his lips. “So fucking sweet. Like fucking candy.”
My entire body heats as I watch him lick every drop.
Holding my gaze, he returns his fingers to my pussy, treating me to soft, teasing strokes. “Do you want more, baby girl?” he growls lowly, and I feel his cock straining and bulging against his slacks.
Slowly, I nod. “Yes,” I whisper heatedly as he starts to undo his jeans. I writhe in anticipation as his cock pops free to nudge hot against the skin of my bare hip.
He leans in, letting his lips brush my earlobe.
“On your knees, Tay,” he purrs, releasing me.
I turn as he strips and then positions himself behind me.
I feel his warm palm smooth over my skin from the small of my back to between my shoulder blades, where he presses me down.
I extend my arms out, dropping my torso until the fabric of the comforter tickles my nipples, my ass still up in the air.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, his hands sliding across my skin to clamp around my hips and drag me back, positioning me where he wants me.
I love how possessive his touch is, controlling, and taking what he wants. I wait, trembling with anticipation of what he’ll do next. Then his fingers dip between my spread legs, and he torments me with teasing strokes that drive me wild.
I sigh.
His fingers dip inside me, then swirl around my clit, bringing me quickly back up to balance on that razor’s edge. I drop my head, whimpering.
“You want my dick, baby doll?”
I nod.
“Tell me.”
I moan, and his palm smacks down on one butt cheek, making me jump as pleasure jolts through me, and another rush of wetness soaks me.
“Oh God, yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want your dick inside me, Player. Please.”
He takes it in his hand, swirls the head around my opening, then slides deep. I clamp down, and he pauses. “Let me in, Taylor.”
I breathe in, will myself to relax, and he slides deeper. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man his size that he’s a tight fit, his big cock stretching me. It only spurs him on.
He grunts and pushes deeper. “That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
I arch my ass higher, and he slides over that sweet spot deep inside me. I suck in a breath, and he pulls part way out and does it again.
“Right there?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer, my face against the bed.
He strokes over it again and again, then curls his body over mine, the hot skin of his chest pressing against my back, and one arm wrapping firm around my waist, pinning me tightly to him. He dips his head and bites my earlobe.
I moan, and his big hand moves up to cup my breast.
He groans and pinches my nipple. I clamp down around his dick, and he hisses in a breath. “Fuck yeah. Do that again.”
I do, and he rises on his knees, grabs my hips, and begins to thrust into me with hard, jolting thrusts that have my breasts bouncing with each impact. Slowly he picks up the pace until he’s pounding into me, the sounds of him slapping against my wet pussy filling the quiet room.
He reaches around me and slides his fingers through the slick release, then circles my clit until I’m about to come.
“Player,” I pant.
“Come for me, Taylor. Come all over my dick.”
And I do. I come hard as a powerful orgasm crashes through me.
I shout out, and he slams into me, pressing deep, his hands tight on my hips, pinning me to him as he roars out his own orgasm.
He comes long and hard before collapsing on top of me and forcing my knees flat. I take his weight, loving the feel of him pinning me to the bed.
He’s only there a moment before he rolls off, breathing hard.
“Fucking hell, Taylor. That was so fucking good.”
I smile and scoot toward him, wanting his warmth. He rolls to the side and gathers me close.
“Give me five minutes, and we’re doing that again.” He smacks my ass lightly.
I giggle and snuggle closer.
“What have you been doing all these years? Did you leave a job to come take care of your mom? Hell, I don’t even know what degree you went after in school.” Player admits softly, his voice serious now.
There are things I don’t want to talk about, so I tell him about school and my job. “I studied French. I’m a French translator.”
“No shit? For real?”
“Yep. For real.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised, I mean, I’m not. You were always super smart, and your father was from France, wasn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“So, what do you do as a translator?”
“I work for a government contractor. The job is fully remote, and I can make my own hours. I meet with my boss over a 15-minute video call every other week to discuss what I need to work on. He’s been really understanding about mom being sick.”
“So, you can do the job from anywhere?”
“Yeah. That’s the great thing about it.”
“I’ll say. Not many people fall into a job like that.”
“I didn’t exactly fall into it. It was a lot of hard work.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply it wasn’t. I think it’s awesome. Do you love it? Your job, I mean.”
“I do. And my boss is great. I’m really happy working there.”
“I’m glad. Really, Tay. You deserve that—to be happy.”
I wish I had the courage to tell him everything. Though my job is great, ife in Norfolk has been anything but happy for me.