Page 129 of Forgotten Comeback
Smiling around his length, I grab onto the back of his muscular legs with one hand. The other, I grip around the base of his dick as I suck him.
Gavin pulls me off of him, and I look up at him, confused. “Not good?” I run the back of my hand over my mouth.
“Too damn good. But I’m not ready to come yet, not until I get inside you. Face down and ass up. And this time, don’t distract me.”
“Who is distracting whom here?” I tease him.
“You’ve been distracting me since day one,” he admits quietly.
There’s not a submissive bone in my body, and yet with his disarming words reverberating between my legs, I find myself moving into position.
Gavin hums his approval. “I would say good girl, but we both know you’re not. Maybe my bad girl needs backshots.” The head of his dick nudges inside me.
“Yes,” I moan low and slow.
“Doesn’t help that you sound like pure sex with that raspy voice of yours.” Gavin thrusts his hips forward, but not all the way, teasing me.
“More.” I back my ass up, swallowing another inch of him.
“Greedy.” Gavin’s fingers bruise into my hips as he thrusts all the way inside, the jarring action grinding my face intothe canvas. “Does my girl like it rough?” His voice is guttural; primal.
“Oh my God, yes. Harder,” I beg, and the filthy sound of Gavin’s balls smacking the underside of my ass fills the studio as he unleashes. I’m so wet it’s dripping down my thighs.
“No man touches you tonight, unless you want more broken noses.” My little feminist heart hates it, while my ovaries vehemently disagree. “You wanna touch another girl, then we’ll talk about it.”
The thought of me fucking another woman while Gavin watches has a full-body shudder ripping through me, my pussy spasming violently around his dick.
He laughs darkly, gripping my hair and yanking my backside flush with the front of his body. “It’ll probably turn me onandpiss me the fuck off,” he says on a growl against my ear.
His hand buries in my hair, and I roll my hips in rhythm with his on a moan. I yelp in surprise when his teeth connect with my shoulder, biting down hard. “Oww.”
“Now we’re both marked.” He presses a kiss where he bit me.
“Green looks good on you too,” I tease him with a breathless tone.
“Mmm, but red looks even better on me.” His hand snakes between my breasts, running his fingers through my red pubic hair.
He begins moving his palm back and forth over my pulsating clit.
“Gavin,” I moan. That delicious tug begins deep in my pelvis as my body tingles in anticipation, my pussy clamping on his dick.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, moving his palm faster. “Come all over my dick.”
It only takes a few more swipes of his palm before I detonate. A strangled scream fills the studio as the waves of pleasure knock the breath out of me.
“Fuck.” Gavin bands his arm around my limp body, supporting me so I don’t topple over. He gently guides my upper half down, and that’s where the gentleness ends. My face is ground into the canvas as he moves his hips fast, fucking me so hard I’ll feel it between my legs for days. “For such a bad girl, you take my dick so damn good.”
“Mmm,” I moan, my body agreeing with those words with a violent shudder.
“I’m about to come,” he says between thrusts. “Fuck, Taylor.” On a guttural cry, he pulls out, hot spurts of cum hitting my lower back.
“Damn, that’s sexy,” Gavin murmurs, his finger moving in the cum that’s dripping down the curve of my ass. “Don’t even bother putting this painting up for sale. It’s mine.”
I roll over, wiggling my back and ass on the canvas before sitting up and examining the imprint. “This could be interesting if I painted some kind of mythological monster to represent jealousy, and the cum and green paint is being shot out of its mouth.”
“No more work. We’re furniture shopping, remember?” Gavin helps me to my feet, and an uneasy feeling licks at my spine as he helps me gather the brushes. I give them a wash in the sink, that uneasy feeling quickly morphing into fear.
“Let’s go shower,” Gavin suggests, and I nod.
