I went to help her get my pants open, but she smacked my hands away. Fine, she could do whatever she wanted to me. I took off my shirt and she happily hummed seeing my chiseled body.
Well, I have a new reason to work out so hard instead of just aggression.
“Lovely,” she purred when she pulled out my cock. She went right for it, no dancing around or soft kisses first.
No, that wasn’t Tracey Anderson’s style. She took what she wanted and swallowed me right down. I reached to touch her hair, but she smacked my hand away.
And I let her see the retribution in my eyes. She simply snorted and kept sucking me. I finished embarrassingly fast and that seemed to please her.
She pulled off of me with a naughty slurp and used her thumb to clean up her lips. “Been that long or you really needed it?”
“Both,” I answered honestly before moving faster than she was ready for and scooping her up off the floor. I carried her to my bed and enjoyed how her body moved when I tossed her on it. I finished stripping and she liked what she saw. “Potion?”
She nodded. “Always. I don’t trust anyone else to protect me.”
Fair, but I had one thing to say to that. “I’m trusting you to protect me from something neither of us can handle right now.”
Something flashed in her eyes that I couldn’t read, but then she smiled and took off her panties. “I trust you to keep us safe too. Seems only right.”
I groaned when her bra came off and I finally got to see exactly how perfect her breasts were. “I’m going to feast on you and—”
“While I appreciate the care, another night, handsome. I want to be fucked and I think you’re the way I want it.”
Gods above, she knew how to push my buttons for real. I growled and moved over her. “Taylor. Say my name, not ‘handsome’ like I could be anyone.”
Her eyes flashed shock, but she reached up and touched my cheek. “Who knew there was a romantic under that gruff exterior?” She gave me a soft kiss. “Taylor, I’m really needing what I hope you will give me. All the foreplay later, but it’s been too long for me too.”
I had a feeling our definition of “too long” was different and that wasn’t a judgment. People should do what they wanted as long as they didn’t screw over others.
“Just a bit so I don’t hurt you,” I murmured against her lips as my hand traveled down her thigh.
“Quickly,” she… Demanded. It felt a demand, but it was breathy.
And sexy as fuck.
She was wet and bare andveryinto what I did to her. Hearing her scream my name as she finished was almost enough for me to cream myself.
“How?” I bit out, completely on edge.
She smirked at me even as she gasped for air. “How do you want me?”
I pressed my lips against hers. “All the fucking ways, so where do you want tostart?” I got the answer when she wrapped her leg around me and pulled me down.
Yeah, we could start with good ol’ missionary and go from there. Fuck and round back to it as many times as she’d let me.
Plunging into her wet, willing body was a paradise that I didn’t know existed. It was… I felt like I was having sex for the first time. That sounded cliché and stupid even, but it was what I felt.
It was what I felt withher. Everything felt like the first time instead of just a different person. The way she touched me. The way her lips felt and tasted wasn’t just another kiss.
“Not enough,” I growled after a minute of her delicious body. I ignored her confused look and sat back on my feet, getting a better grip on her body and pulling her onto my cock as I thrust forward with everything I had.
And she went wild. I should have been worried it was too rough, but she clearly loved it, moaning as she reached up and used my headboard for leverage.
“Yes?” I checked anyways, grunting it as I kept going.
“Yes, yes,yes,” she cried out at each thrust.
Fuck, she was perfect. Her pussy gave me more than I knew I wanted and watching her full breasts bounce around—I could watch it all day.
