Page 87 of Mr. and Mrs. Taylor


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“You know I love how smart you are, you fucking nerd.”

I give her a wink.

“You’re handsome as hell. You work your ass off. There’s nothing in this world like a hard-working man. You’re funny. You’re a gentleman. Until you’re not.”

I grin at that.

“You protect me. You provide for me. I love how you love me, too. You put up with a lot of shit that would send most men running for the hills.”

“Not most, babe.All. Your husband is one of one.”

“You know what? You are. You’re strong. You don’t give up, on me or anything else. I love that about you.”

“‘Preciate it.”

“You’ve killed for me. You’re accomplished. You have money. You give me money. Before recent events, you gave me all the dick I wanted.”

“Aye. Keep it clean.”

“Why?”

“Cuz I don’t wanna think about sex, especially if you ain’t givin’ me no pussy no time soon.”

She smiles. “We'll see.”

“Oh. In that case, lemme also say I love how good your pussy is. You fuck like a porn star on coke, and I appreciate that very much. And I love the unhinged shit you say when I’m in it.”

She breathes in deep. “That’s good to know.”

“Ain’t it? It’s weird, cuz I feel like I hear her calling me right now.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t reward you for abusing me, Mr. Taylor. You heard what the doctor said.”

“Maybe you should abuse me back. Beat my dick. We both been bad.”

“We’ve already discussed this.”

“And now we’re bout to discuss it again.” I reach down beside me to let my seat back. When she sees this, she gives me a look of disapproval.

“Come ‘ere,” I say, inclining my head. “Come sit on my lap.”

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I ain’t doin’ it yet.”

This makes her laugh, a sound I’ve missed almost as much as I’ve missed making love to her.

“Bring yo fine ass over here, Ray Ray.”

“Here you go with that.” She takes my hand and climbs her fine ass over the console, sinking onto my lap, her knees on either side of my thighs. “What you want?”

My hands go to her ass as my dick hardens. “This. Right here.”

She looks me dead in my eyes and says, “You don’t deserve my pussy.”

“You deserve this dick, though. I know you miss it.”

“I miss not being pregnant.”