“Mmm.”
“Mmm is right. Your pussy is so wet, sweetheart.”
She moaned quietly as her pussy took the length of my shaft. I’d seen plenty of female-on-female porn, so I assumed Taylor and her partners had played with toys and fake dicks. So I didn’t think she wasn’t used to something being inside her.
“God, Sawyer.”
She pushed her ass back at me and reached between her legs to touch my dick. She leaned forward and ground her ass against me, subtle gasps or grunts tumbling out of her mouth.
I was going insane and badly needed to come. Taylor gripped the headboard to brace herself from the force of my hips pounding into her slick heat from behind. The bed swayed with the force of my movements, whining in tune with Taylor’s primal moans.
“Oh, fuck… oh, fuck… fuck… fuck,” she hissed under her breath over and over. Taylor arched her back and pushed her ass against me, begging for more.
I pinched her nipples harder, sure that I couldn’t hold off any longer. I quickly found her clit and teased it with the pad of my middle finger.
“Can I come in you?” I asked and kissed her ear. I pressed my lips against her warm skin on her neck and inhaled more of the sweet, smoky scent that was intoxicating me.
“Yes….” she drew out on a breathy sigh. I didn’t need more of an invitation than that.
“Fuck!” I moaned. I shot my load in her while my finger induced the orgasm that was begging for release.
While her pussy drained me, I opened my eyes to look at Taylor. Her eyes were tightly shut, as was her mouth again.What is with her?She moaned, whimpered, and swore while we were fucking, but I didn’t hear a peep out of her when she came. I understood that we were in a hotel, and we needed to maintain some composure, but she had no problem making noise a few minutes ago. I slid my hand up to rest against her stomach and put my other hand under her chin. I gently tilted her head to face me. She turned toward me, and I leaned my forehead against hers. Taylor’s sweet and smoky scent engulfed me again.
“Hey,” I said. She opened her eyes, and a smile spread across her face. “Give me something, Taylor.”
Taylor opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I leaned closer and kissed her lips. I teased her mouth with my tongue, and she stretched one hand behind her and gripped my leg. She opened her mouth again, but still nothing came out.
“You’re so quiet, sweetheart.”
She closed her eyes again, but said, “Your dick certainly can back up your mouth.” I planted a soft kiss on her lips.
“For some reason, out of anything you could have said, I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
“I didn’t expect you to be like that.” She finally opened her eyes, and a glassy sheen looked up at me. “Don’t let it go to your head. I still don’t like you, Sawyer.” The smile reappeared on her face. I smiled and kissed her lips again.
“Like I said earlier, the feeling is mutual.” I wrapped my arms around her, and she tensed. As I gently pulled my dick out of her, I said, “Come on, I’ll help you back into your camouflage.”
It was almost a quarter to four in the morning by the time we settled down in bed. We needed to get some rest so we’d be ready for tomorrow. I was on my side facing Taylor, and she was on her back staring at the ceiling. The moment I closed my eyes, she started talking.
“Can I ask you something, Sawyer?”
“Mhmm,” I mumbled.
“We’ve worked for Michael, together in a sense, for years. I know so little about you, other than the rumors I overhear from women at the parties. The most I know about you is actually stuff I’ve read in the papers or seen on the news. And all of that surrounds the work of your philanthropist family. In Vail, and pretty much in Denver, The Lombardis are synonymous with kindness and generosity.”
“Was there a question coming?”
“Yes. How do you possess the ability to be so violent when you come from such a picture-perfect family?”
“It’s a very long story, so I’m going to give you the short version. I never knew violence until I met Michael’s family in grade school. I never wanted to kill someone until I met his father.”
“Michael’s father was terrible,” she said.
I opened my eyes and looked at her. I wondered exactly how much she knew about Michael’s father.
“My turn to ask you something. Your back and the tattoo. What does it mean?”
“It’s a story for another time.”
