A chuckle escapes me as I rise to my knees and unbuckle my belt. Taylor’s darkened green eyes tracking my every movement.
I kick my jeans off and grasp the waistband of Taylor’s shorts, pulling them off in one swoop. My mouth immediately latching onto her clit.
Taylor’s back arches off the bed. “ARIES!”
Her taste overwhelms me and I kiss my way up to her mouth, my cock resting against her thigh, hard as a damn rock.
“Ace. Please fuck me,” Taylor begs.
“I promise to take this nice and slow next time so I can worship every part of your body, but right now, slow isn’t possible. I need to consume you.”
A devious smile spreads across her face. “Fuck me like you’ve been waiting years to finally have what’s yours.”
Without hesitation, I slide my cock into her and groan as her back arches off the bed.
Not wanting the entire compound to hear her, I press my lips against hers, swallowing her moans.
Taylor’s hips buck against mine, urging me to go faster.
My hips slow, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
“Ari. More. I know you’re trying to be nice, but if you don’t fuck me like you own me and not like some fragile toy, I swear to—-”
Slamming into her, her breath hitches as my balls slap against her ass, my hand squeezing her neck.
My tongue darts out, licking a line up her neck until I get to her ear. “Oh sweet girl, you are far from a fragile toy.” Grabbing her leg, I bend it upwards to her chest, allowing my cock to sink further into her.
“More?”
Taylor rapidly nods, her pussy clenching around my dick.
Slamming into her over and over, I alternate between swallowing her moans and kissing down her neck to her breast.
The second my teeth latch onto her nipple, her pussy squeezes my cock so hard I think I see stars.
“Don’t stop,” Taylor moans.
“Never.”
My hips slam into hers at rapid pace, my cock aching.
“Come for me, Hellhound. Now.”
Pushing her knee farther into her chest, I thrust into her once more.
Taylor squeezes me so tight, coming all over my cock and taking me right behind her.
My arms give out and I fall to the mattress beside her, Taylor instantly moving to lie on my chest.
Our rapid breathing finally slows after what feels like coming down from the best high of my goddamn life and I thread my fingers through her hair, the other resting atop hers on my stomach. “So, we’re going to New York?”
Taylor’s head snaps up, an excited look on her face. “Really?”
“You didn’t put all that work in for no reason. And I could use a getaway, just me and you.”
Taylor nods. “When do we leave?”
“Not sure. I need to do something first.”
