“She’s not writing about him… just inspired by him.”
“So, I guess that’s where you get your monster cock from. She talks about that a lot in her books.”
“You have no filter,” I shoot back. “Ugh, you’re talking about my parents. This shit makes me want to puke.”
Taylor runs her hands down my arms, sending an electric pulse through them.
“Keep doing that. It feels good.”
I close my eyes, and she continues to rub my skin with hers, eventually dipping down to press her lips to mine. She climbs onto my lap and rocks her hips as she sweeps her tongue into my mouth. I wasn’t hard, but now I am. After last night, and now this morning, I’m gonna be hurting like a motherfucker later.
Gripping her hair with my hand, I pull her closer, so fucking greedy I can’t get enough. She grinds on me, my dick painfully hard. I’m like an animal with Taylor—fisting handfuls of her hair, my hands traveling over every surface of her body.
My head spins when she separates her lips from mine, her lips parted and chapped. She’s gasping for air and panting like she’s in heat. Taylor licks her lips, and then she lowers her head. Her eyes widen when she takes in the sight of my cock poking through the slit in my boxers. I reach down to fix myself, but she clutches my wrist before I get the chance.
“I want to touch it,” she says against my lips.
“It’s not a toy, Taylor.”
“I can take that pain away for you… if you want me to.”
Her hand falls from my wrist to wrap around the base of my cock. Sliding her hand up and down my shaft, she moans into my mouth as she slips her tongue inside. I never expected Taylor to want to touch my dick, let alone make me come. It seems like the more I lower my guard and let her in, her resolve fades.
“I want to touch you, too,” I confess, breaking the kiss.
With Taylor, I don’t want to take anything too far or do anything without her permission.
Still jerking my dick, she nods, lifting her hips to give me better access. Moving her spandex shorts to the side, I’m surprised to find she’s not wearing any underwear.
“Bad girl,” I growl, and her eyes flicker with acknowledgment.
“Underwear didn’t exactly go with the outfit.” She raises her hips higher, giving me the perfect view of her shaved pussy. She’s so wet when I drag my finger along her slit it plunges straight inside her.
“Fuck, Taylor,” I say, my movements perfectly in sync with hers. I lean back just enough to give her some room to stroke my cock while I slide another finger into her pussy.
With her free hand, she wets her fingers with her juices and then rubs them down the length of my cock. And when she does that, I let out a hiss, unable to control myself. She’s driving me fucking insane right now. If only I could fuck her. Something tells me I could let go with her, no problem, but the fear lingers in the back of my mind. It never fully goes away, not even with the one girl I think could cure me of this curse.
Using more of her juices to lubricate my cock, Taylor wraps both of her hands around me, sliding them up and down my shaft. For a virgin, she sure as hell acts like she’s had some experience. Well, I have too, so I guess that logic is flawed.
“Drake,” she moans as her pussy tightens around my fingers. “Oh, yeah… keep doing that.” She bites her bottom lip, her hands now working me harder.
My gaze flickers between my fingers sliding out of her soaking wet pussy and Taylor working my dick like a pro. I don’t want to come yet, but fuck if I don’t need to right now. Every muscle in my body clenches, heat spreading down my arms with each stroke of her hands. I’m about to come, but the awkwardness of our positions doesn’t make this easy.
Quickly, I push up my shirt with my free hand. Taylor’s icy blue eyes meet mine, her entire body trembling as she comes on my fingers. And it’s not long after that I do too, forced to come on my stomach.
Out of breath and with her forehead and chest covered in sweat, Taylor releases her hold on me. She stares down at my stomach as I watch her juices drip onto my thigh while I pull my fingers out of her.
“Looks like we both made a mess,” I say with a smirk.
She glances down at my thigh and blush creeps up to her cheeks. “That’s from me?” Her tone has a hint of confusion to it.
I nod and look around her room for a tissue or something to clean myself with. “Yeah, girl. That was all you.”
“Wow! That was…” She doesn’t finish her sentence and hops off my lap to retrieve a bath towel hanging on the back of her door. Leaning over in front of me, she gives me a view of her rack as she wipes my cum from my stomach.
I like that she feels the need to take care of me. It kills me how much I like her because I’m so afraid she’ll walk away. They all do. It’s hard to think she might be different.
Clutching Taylor’s wrist, I help her, eventually taking the towel from her hand, so I can wipe the rest from my cock. She moves her shorts back into place. The material is so wet from her pussy I can’t help but stare.
