Page 113 of Forgotten Comeback
“Talk to me after I rearrange your internal organs.” Each thrust sends a wave of violent heat to my groin. My dick’s so hard, I’m dying to come, but not before I keep my promise.
“You’re so damn cocky,” Taylor moans, her eyes rolling back in her head as her luscious body trembles.
“Mmm,” I agree, refusing to give her a reprieve as I slap the side of her right tit, then her left, obsessed with the way they jiggle.
“Ye-s,” she moans, and that rewards her needy little clit with another slap. “Gavin!” Taylor cries out my damn name, coming long and hard.
“Fuck,” I grit as her pussy strangles my dick. My hips buck wildly as I come in long, drawn-out bursts.
With a big grin on my face, I scoop her limp body up with us still connected, carrying her to the bedroom. “I can walk,” she protests with a hoarse voice.
“Then we’re not done fucking,” I promise her.
Chapter
Forty-Four
Gavin
Light streams through the window, and I stir, a huge grin on my face. I’m damn near exhausted, and I’ve never been happier about it. Taylor and I fucked so much last night, I’m amazed either of us has anything left in the tank.
Peeling my eyes open, I look down at Taylor, who’s wrapped in my arms with her back flush with my chest. Her red hair is all over the place, and I inhale deeply. Cinnamon mixed with the lingering smell of our sex? A dopamine hit straight to my bloodstream.
I pull her closer, nudging her with my growing erection. Turns out I do have something left in the tank.
“I’m exhausted. Keep that thing away from me,” she warns, her voice raw from screaming my name.
She rolls over on her stomach, and I crawl on top of her, kissing my way down her spine. “Perfect.” I hum. “Just lie there and take my dick like a good girl.”
“I’m not a good girl, and you damn well know it,” she protests, but I can hear the smile in her voice.
“Yeah, I do.” My teeth run down the curve of her ass cheek, loving the way her skin pebbles. Spreading her cheeks wide, my tongue laps at her pussy from behind. Mmm, she’s already dripping for me. “When’s my dick getting this asshole?” I murmur, running my tongue from hole to hole.
Her throaty moan goes straight to my cock. “I’m not into anal.”
“Because you’ve never had my dick in your ass.”
“So damn cocky.” She shoots me a look over her shoulder.
“I think that’s earned, with how soaked these sheets are. Had to sleep on the only sliver of a dry spot, one leg hanging off the damn bed.”
She chokes out a laugh. “Quit running your mouth and fuck me already.”
“If my girl insists. Face down and ass up.”
She shifts to her knees, and I grab her ass cheeks, giving them a rough squeeze. My handprint’s on her right cheek like a brand, and I fucking love it.
My fingers bruise into her hip as I move my dick back and forth between her pussy lips. With my free hand, I dip my index finger between her cheeks, circling her tight hole. I’m going to claim this ass soon, and she’s going to fucking see stars while I do it.
“Mmmm,” she moans.
“Fuuuck, you’re dripping all over my dick. Beg for it, man-eater.”
“Please, Gavin. I want you.” Her throaty voice makes my skin buzz with need. “To go fuck yourself.”
“You want another masturbation challenge? Aww, you’re still embarrassed from losing the first one,” I taunt her.
“Let’s go,” she says, craning her neck. “Assuming you can keep your hands off me.”
