Page 67 of Dismantle & Prevail
My hands move to her face and I slam my lips against hers. Shock overtakes her for only a moment, before her fingers are threading into the hair at the base of my neck, pulling hard. Her mouth opens and I don’t waste a second in pulling her to straddle my lap and devouring her mouth.
Her fingers pull harder and I hold her tighter against me, my cock thickening in my pants.
Taylor’s hips begin to rock against mine, and she pulls back breathlessly. I sit back in awe as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my slacks. Wordlessly, I take my cock out and she moves to hover over me.
One hand grips her ass and I pull her thong aside, and Taylor guides my cock inside her, her eyes fluttering as my balls hit her ass.
Fuck. I will never get tired of seeing how beautiful she is when she is lost in pleasure brought on by me.
“Ari. Move now or I will force you to watch me finger myself and not touch yourself.” Taylor says, flashing me a taunting smile.
A smirk spreads across my face and I buck my hips upwards, chuckling as a low moan escapes her.
“If you think that is a threat, I can assure you, it’s not. Because I know what you will be thinking about when your fingers graze this beautiful pussy.” As the words leave my mouth, my thumb brushes against her clit, eliciting another response from her.
Taylor tries to hide her obvious arousal by taking a deep breath. “And what is that, smartass?”
Another buck of my hips and a moan from her gives me the satisfaction and distraction I was craving. I know we are running out of time, so I bring her face close, dragging my tongue up her neck and whispering in her ear.
“I would tell you, but we are almost to the venue and your pussy is squeezing my cock. So hold on, Butterfly, and be prepared to feel me the entire party.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond and smash my lips against hers, slamming my cock into her over and over until a scream of pleasure erupts from her and my cock jerks. My hands gripping her thighs so hard, I know I’m going to leave bruises.
Taylor slumps against me and I hold her close, grateful she is willing to let me use her body to shut my mind off. Taylor being all the distraction I need to calm my nerves and fear of seeing just who sentenced me to a lifetime of nightmares in person.
Taylor shifts on my lap and lets out an exasperated sigh. “Dammit Ari. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”
“Good. That means you will have to lean on me all night.” I say matter-of-factly.
She leans back and gives me a questioning look, my cock still inside her. “Where else would I be?”
Running my calloused hands through her hair as I tame the obvious sex hair, I say, “I know you, Hellhound. You will wander off trying to get information and I will have to hunt you down.”
“That is how we get more intel than just standing in the shadows. We will be wearing masks. It’s like they unlocked their computers and left them open to us.” She waves her dark purple mask in my face.
Sighing, I place a gentle but quick kiss to her lips. “Tay. This place will be full of seemingly innocent people when, in reality, it is full of sharks waiting for you to take one step off the dock to eat you alive. Do not leave my sight.” I pause for a moment, then continue, “Actually, never be further than a foot from me. The entire night. You said it yourself, you can’t walk, so you shouldn’t need to go far.”
“Ari—”
My hands move to cup the sides of her pouting face. “No. It would kill me if anything happened to you while on a recon mission to gain information on my captor. Please Butterfly.”
Her light green eyes search mine, and her shoulders deflate. Taylor’s body goes limp, her head falling to my shoulder as she collapses in an exaggerated fluid motion. “Fine.”
I know it is killing her to not go on a recon mission of her own, but I refuse to lose her. She has helped me more than I could ever imagine. Without her, I wouldn’t be sitting here today.
It’s not every day that you wake up thinking if someone were to take this beautiful girl away from you that you would happily go back into the prison that haunts your nightmares if it meant saving her.
My hands run up and down her back. “Thank you, Hellhound. Now let's get you cleaned up. You smell like sex and me. And as much as I love that and would love to mark you for everyone to see, we are here on a mission and this may be our only shot.”
Taylor leans back and rolls her eyes. “You are one cocky son of a bitch. You know that, right?” she says with a smirk and laughter at the end of her voice.
I press a quick kiss to her lips. “Mhmm. But my cock makes you scream, so it's safe to say you don’t mind it.”
Her mouth drops open as I wink at her.
Tonight is going to be fun and hopefully insightful. If it's not, at least I got to disappear for a moment into Taylor.
Chapter Twenty-Six
