Page 112 of Forgotten Comeback
“Serious,” I say, giving my neck a stretch before hopping down from the counter and doing a little shadowboxing shuffle. “Alright, I’m serious.”
“If I’m your girl, then you can’t flirt with every woman in the Tri-State area,” she informs me.
“Hey, now, don’t forget about Philly,” I tease her.
She crosses her arms. “Those are my stipulations. With all of that on the table, do you still want a relationship with me? Here’s an out if you need it.”
I charge, and Taylor squeals as I toss her over my shoulder and give her ass a smack.
Wrapping both hands around her hips, I reposition her on the table, nestling in between her legs. “I’m going to have my girl spread outon the table and fuck her, and then feed her and put her to bed.Aftershe helps me take off the bowtie, because it’s damn near cutting off circulation to my dick,” I admit, and Taylor dies laughing.
Grinning, I lean in until we’re sharing the same breath. “Fuck your out. Unless you’re the one who needs an out.” Pulling back, I flap my chicken arms. “Buck-buck-buck.”
Challenge in her eyes, she fists my shirt, pulling me close. “Don’t make me regret this.”
Regret this? Nah, I’m gonna make it so good, she questions why she fought so hard against this.
Against us.
Never had a steady girl before, and I’m not sure exactlyhowI’m gonna do that, but I figure making her see stars won’t hurt.
I claim her lips, my tongue flicking against hers. She claws at me, pulling me closer as our tongues battle. “Taylor, baby?” I say against her lips.
“Yeah?” Her sweet breath fans my face.
“Seriously, you gotta help me with the bow tie situation.”
Her body shakes with laughter as she moves her fingers to my jeans. Unbuttoning them, she yanks them, along with my boxer briefs, down. “I’ve never been so amused while being turned on.”
“Here to serve, mi lady.” I give a silly little bow.
Her face is stretched with a huge grin as she gets to work untying the bow tie that’s being stretched dangerously taut with my rock-hard dick. “It’s knotted; I need a better angle.” She hops down from the table and falls to her knees, looking up at me. “Is this your attempt to get me on my knees?”
“Seems to be working,” I taunt.
Taylor fights a smile, working the knot untied. And then she uses that sharp tongue of hers, lapping the precum from the slit of my dick as the bow tie flutters to the ground.
“Damn, maybe I am the mastermind after all,” I mutter, my head falling back on a groan.
“What?” Taylor looks up at me.
“I’ll bruise your esophagus another time.” I help her up and grab her by the waist, positioning her on the table.
“You gonna risk it?” Taylor challenges.
Pretty sure she was bullshitting me about the projectile vomiter comment, but I answer her honestly, “No risk, no reward.” I bunch her dress around her waist before my fingers fist the band of her panties, ripping them off.
The scraps of fabric join the bow tie as Taylor spreads her legs for me. “You are hell on my panty collection,” she murmurs.
“Don’t wear any; problem solved.” I nudge her entrance with the head of my dick. She’s ready for me; that sweet pussy of hers already glistening. “You’re my girl, but I want to hear you say it.”
She fists my shirt, bringing me inches from her lips as she wraps her legs around my waist, my dick knocking at her entrance. “I’m your girl. Now fucking act like it before I fall asleep.”
Dark laughter rumbles in my chest as I slam my dick inside her.
Taylor screams as she digs her fingernails into my shoulders, and I begin to fuck her ruthlessly. “Act like it? Baby, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“Doubtful.” Taylor goads me with her half-lidded eyes. She falls to her elbows, and I take my free hand and slap her clit. She cries out, and I begin rubbing it fast as I thrust my hips, fucking her hard and deep.
