Page 34 of One Last Time?
“Heels stay on, goddess.”
“On?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yes, baby.”
She smiled and pressed into the wall, watching me with that eagerness as I undid my belt buckle and unzipped my fly. I reached for a condom in my back pocket, but fuck… my damn hands came away with nothing. No wallet, no condom pack. I hadn’t packed any because my stupid mind was so tired I could barely think when I’d left the house, and maybe, just maybe, there was some angel trying to save me in some way from making the same mistake again.
This was the part where I should say I couldn’t because I didn’t have a condom, except the temptress smiled at me and ran her fingers over the bare skin of my chest.
“What? No condom?” she cooed.
I frowned. “Yeah.”
She leaned in closer, brushing her nipples over my chest, and smiled. “Fuck me without one, then, Dylan. How about we leave my birth control in charge for today?”
Holy hell…
I looked at her and smiled at the damn thought. Me inside her with no barriers to feeling even more of her. It was better than any fantasy. So much better.
I practically shoved my pants down and grabbed her, picking her up and settling her down on my cock. Those legs wrapped around me with her heels digging into my back. But fuck, did I ever get lost in the throes of ecstasy when I plunged into her, and the raw skin-to-skin contact sent me over the edge.
I lost control, and my body took over. I tried for slow to enjoy her, but I couldn’t slow down. And definitely not when she arched her back, allowing me to thrust deeper into her, claiming her as mine as she moaned and cried out my name.
I pinned her against the wall again to make it easier for me to fuck her properly. Hard and sure, just the way I wanted.
The ultimate pleasure came on the wave of the orgasm that took her and tightened the walls of her sweet pussy around my cock like a vice. That made me speed up my pace, pumping and hammering into her with a pure rush of need and want mixed together.
I’d never had sex like this before.
Me… I couldn’t believe I was admitting that, and I couldn’t believe that this was supposed to be the last time we would do this. How could it be when I wanted more?
More of this, more of her.
More of her… It was her. It wasn’t the sex, which, yes, was wild and over the edge dirty, but it was her.
Taylor.
Watching her come undone in my arms sent me jack-hammering to my release. The moment gripped me and threw me outside of reality. The same moment, however, allowed me to hear faint sounds coming from outside the closet. Someone was in her office. Someone was actually in there.
I managed to register that fact just in time before she screamed out her own release. I covered her mouth with mine, hoping like hell I could muffle her scream.
She realized what I was doing too, and her eyes widened when we both heard Peter’s voice. Sounded like he was on his phone.
“Hi, have you seen Taylor this morning?” he was saying. “Looks like she’s here, but I can’t find her.”
Oh fuck.The footsteps sounded near the closet door. Any movement would give us away, but him opening the door and seeing us would give us the fuck away too. Me with my cock still buried in his daughter, and her with her legs wrapped around me.
Why did the universe hate me so damn much?
“The coffee shop?” he asked, and I thanked God in his high heavens and the host of heaven when the footsteps moved away from the closet door.
The next sound we heard was her office door closing.
She slid down, and I pressed my head to hers.
The caress of her hands on my chest awoke my senses. I looked down at her and kissed her again.
Christ… she tasted so good.Better than before.
