Page 78 of Inevitable Secrets

“Yes,” Derrick said, and Taylor smiled as his positive voice enveloped her. He sounded so sure, it made her feel like he was maybe, possibly, right. “You know how I know, Tay?”

Taylor leaned back and looked at her husband. “How?” she whispered.

“Because I was nothing without you. I was just moving through life thinking that this was all I got, that I had used up all my chances,” he said. “But then I got you. And I realized that this was worth it all, it was totally worth all the shit I went through and put myself through, to get to you.”

Her face softened a bit, relaxing Derrick, too. “Why did they lie to me?” she asked quietly.

“I’m sure your mom did it to protect you, Tay,” Derrick said. “She was probably waiting for the right time to tell you, but, you know, she didn’t get the chance. And I think Cedric, well it seems like he was trying to do the same thing.”

Taylor laid her head on Derrick’s chest. “My head is too full,” she said.

“They loved you, Taylor, that’s what's real,” he said.

Taylor heaved out a breath. “Can you do something for me?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Anything,” he assured her. She was his whole world. He would give it all away to live in a cardboard box with her if she wanted. Well, a cardboard box with cable because he loved movies.

“Can you make me forget all about this for a bit?”

Derrick nodded. “Of course, what should we—” He was cut off as Taylor pulled his hair and made him look at her.

“I want you to fuck me, Derrick,” she commanded. “I want you to make me forget all of the shit we are dealing with and fuck me—”

Now Derrick cut her off, claiming her smart mouth and pushing her back against the closed door. His cock had come to attention when the firstfuckleft her mouth. The second one had him aching. He knew she was the one who needed distracting, but he was so hard now that if he didn’t get inside of her soon he was going to embarrass himself.

Derrick pushed Taylor’s pencil skirt up to her waist, lifted her against the wall, and started rubbing his hard length against her core. Taylor let out a moan at the contact, and it almost sounded like relief. Derrick slid his hands up her body as he continued to grind his hips against her, the friction causing him to sweat now. He tried to push his hands up her blouse, he wanted to free her breasts and taste them, but the fabric wouldn't budge.

Derrick quickly moved his hands and grabbed at the neckline of Taylor’s flimsy shirt, and ripped it down the center. It startled her, and Derrick watched her look down in shock at it, and then her eyes met his and they were ablaze. She grabbed Derrick’s locks and crushed his mouth to her own.

Derrick continued to move himself against her, and the friction was maddening. He knew if the barrier of his pants was not there that he would be done for. He pushed the cup of her bra down and broke their lips’ connection, moving down to cover her nipple.

“Oh God, Derrick,” Taylor moaned, pushing her hips forward and moving herself against him. He laved her nipple with his tongue and gently bit, causing Taylor to gasp and then moan.

Derrick pulled his own hips back, and Taylor reached down quickly and pulled at his belt. She fumbled and whimpered and Derrick took pity on the both of them and deftly undid his belt and pants, allowing Taylor full access to him.

She encircled him with her hand, sliding it slowly down his entire length, and when she reversed course Derrick pushed her hand off. It was too much. He took his hard length in his own hand and slid the tip against Taylor’s panty-covered core. He could feel the moisture on it, feel her need seeping through.

“Damn it, Derrick, stop fucking teasing me,” Taylor griped.

But Derrick couldn’t help himself, they were both suffering now, what was a little more of a delay. “What’s wrong, Tay?” his voice full of false concern, pulling his cock away from her core, and moving her panties to the side.

Taylor glared at her husband and tried to push herself towards him, but Derrick held her hips in place, removing himself from her.

“Derrick,” she groveled.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Fuck. Me.” she said through her gritted teeth, and Derrick complied, slamming his cock hard into her wet and ready heat.

Taylor’s head lolled back, hitting the door, but she didn’t even seem to notice. “Yes,” she hissed out, her body relaxing as she finally achieved what she had been seeking.

Derrick moved himself back and then slammed back into her, both of them groaning this time. “More,” Taylor panted out begging, “please, more.”

Derrick complied, moving quickly in and out of her, kissing her mouth and then her neck. He could feel himself tumbling toward bliss, and he went to touch Taylor’s clit and bring her with him, but he couldn’t. Because Taylor beat him to it.

Derrick stilled and leaned his forehead against her chest, allowing him to look down and watch as she reached between them, stroking herself, and him at the same time.

“That is so fucking hot,” he breathed out as he watched her fingers move where they were joined.

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