Page 4 of Secret Baby with My One Timer

“I want you.”

I take a long moment to stare at her.

She wants this.

She wants me.

With my mouth fused to hers, I settle between her thighs and inch by inch, pressing forward, stretching and filling her completely as she gasps.

She doesn’t move, holding still for a few long seconds.

“Good?”

“Yes. Yes. You can move. Do it again,” she begs.

I kiss her neck, whispering, “I plan to do it over and over.”

And I do.

I knew she’d feel good, but nothing like this.

She made me want her before. Whatever I feel now feels so much more.

While my hips rock back and forth into her, hearing her sweet moans as I kiss and taste her, she wraps her legs around my waist and her hands hold the back of my head.

Our eyes connect as I speed up, thrusting inside of her, long and deep. My grunts are matched with her moans. The moment feels surreal. Neither of us looking away as our bodies rock in a deliciously slow grin.

“More,” she cries out, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Oh... Yes... That’s...”

I grip her hips and thrust into her relentlessly. My spine tingles and I know I can’t hold on for much longer.

“Fuck, Taylor, I’m going to come,” I tell her. “Come for me.”

I slip my hand between us, sliding my finger over her clit, determined to bring us both to orgasm together.

Her thighs clench around my waist. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock.”

Our climaxes explode at the same time. Two bodies still pounding against each other as we reach our high and slowly come down. Only when she stops shaking I drop my body onto hers in a sated heap.

“Oh, that was...” she says breathlessly, “Unexpected.”

I maneuver my head to get a better view of her. “What was unexpected?”

“Coming. I never expected to.”

The knock on the hotel door is unexpected, but I know it can only be one of my friends. I turn to Taylor and say, “Before I answer the door. I want to see you again.”

She smiles. “When you’re back in the area.”

I narrow my eyes, confused. Then I remember I told her I was a pilot.

“Let me get the door. I’ll order us some food and we can talk when I get back.”

She smiles. “You want more?”

Taking hold of her chin, I tip her face up, so her gaze meets mine. “I do.”

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