Page 64 of Dismantle & Prevail
Taylor’s knees rest on the floor and she uses the leverage to grind against my rock hard cock, eliciting a groan from both of us.
My fingers dig into her ass, moving her back and forth.
Taylor’s head tilts back, exposing her neck, and I don’t waste a second before my mouth is on her skin.
“Fuck Ace.”
My name on her mouth shatters every ounce of dignity and respect.
“Hang on tight, Butterfly,” I mutter, my lips fluttering over her neck.
Taylor’s eyes go wide as I stand, followed by a yelp as I toss her over my shoulder, my hand smacking her ass and because I can’t help myself, moving it downward to brush her clit.
My teeth grind as I feel her wetness soaking through her shorts as I practically run to my room, not caring about the wide stares from people passing by in the hallway.
The second I step foot in my room, I kick the door closed and toss her on the bed. Her arms fly out to the side and I’m on her before she can mutter a single word.
My hands prop me up on either side of Taylor’s head, her legs winding around my waist and pulling me down on top of her.
“Ace. I need you,” Taylor whispers, her voice full of heat and desire.
Damn. I thought her usual melodic voice was my favorite sound in the world. But I was wrong. This raspy, full of need version is one that I know will be playing on repeat.
Peeling my lips from hers, I search her heated green eyes for a hint of hesitation and regret. “Tell me you’re mine and I will give you whatever you want.”
Without hesitation, she drags her nails down my back, eliciting another groan from me as she bucks her hips upward. “I’m yours. Now fuck me, Ace.”
My lips slam against hers before I rise to my knees and tear my shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind me.
Taylor’s eyes go wide and I can’t help but smile as her cheeks flush. “Like what you see, Hellhound?”
“Shut up. You know you're hot as sin.”
Falling forward, my arms catching me as my face lands inches from hers. “I know. But it's an entirely different story when it comes from someone like you.”
“Someone like me?”
“Yeah. Someone that is all fucking mine.”
My mouth slams against hers as my hands work her shirt up, only parting as I pull the fabric over her head.
My eyes go wide when I notice she isn’t wearing anything but a pair of shorts that might as well be underwear, beneath my shirt.
Rising up, I tear my eyes away from her beautifully tattooed chest. “Did you really wear this in front of the entire team?”
“What?” Taylor asks, distracted by running her hands down my chest, tracing my tattoos with her fingers and sending shivers up my spine.
Oh hell no, Butterfly. You’re not getting out of this one.
My hand cups her jaw, tilting her gaze to focus on mine, and I lean in close to ask once more. “Did you really wear next to nothing in front of my team? One breeze and they would have seen what’s mine.”
“What if I did?” Taylor says, biting her lip.
Tilting her face up further, I pull her lip from her teeth, taking it in mine. “Well, that answer is quite simple, my beautiful Butterfly. Any guesses?”
Taylor shakes her head no.
My hips grind against her covered pussy. “Aceeee.”
