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If she thought I’d taken her to this dark corner of the club to simply kiss her, she had another thing coming.
Tearing my mouth off hers, I dipped my mouth low against her neck, kissing the tender crook of it and making her squirm against me. I didn’t doubt I would’ve heard a sigh escape her lips if the music wouldn’t have been so loud, the same kind of breathless sigh she always let out when she was giving in to me.
My hands found the bottom hem of her dress on her thighs, and they curled around it, starting to bunch it up. Taylor didn’t stop me; she had to feel just how riled up she’d gotten me when we’d danced. Add onto that how annoyed those two guys had made me for daring to come on to her, and I was ready to mark my territory.
One of my hands slipped between her thighs, bunching up her dress even more. She held onto my forearms for dear life when that hand yanked her panties aside and touched her along her most private part.
Slick. Wet for me. Worked up from dancing with me, if I had to guess. Worked up because she knew tonight was the night we would be together again.
And, fuck, it had been so very long since the first time we’d both given in to the passion and the cravings we had for one another.
I dipped a finger inside her pussy. Had to make her ready for another part of me; fucking against a wall wasn’t going to be the easiest thing for us, since she was so damned short. I’d probably have to heave her up, lift her off her feet, and fuck her while she held onto me. But until then, I’d get that pussy dripping wet.
My finger moved in and out of her pussy slowly at first. Taylor’s head fell back against the wall, and through the shadows of the club, I could see her staring up at me, her mouth agape as she panted. Her hips rocked back and forth with my finger, as if she was trying to ride it as she would ride my cock.
I wasn’t one to let my partner take charge, but Taylor would look absolutely hot as hell on top of me, riding me until we both came.
I lifted my lips off her neck to straighten myself out, to watch her while my hand toyed with her. The look she gave me, even in the darkness, told me she was ready. That lustful look told me she wanted me to fuck her.
That was good, because that was exactly why we’d moved to this part of the club.
As I slipped my finger out of her pussy, I swore I could feel the muscles in her core tighten around it, as if she didn’t want me to leave it, but I wouldn’t leave it for long. Something else would take its place soon enough.
My hands moved off her, to my pants. With a quick jerk of my fingers, my button and zipper were undone, and in the next moment, my cock was out.
I pinned her against the wall, yanking her dress up further, past her thighs so I could get at her pussy unobstructed. My feet spread, lowering me somewhat, and I slipped an arm around her lower back, hoisting her up and spreading her legs on either side of me. I used my other hand to guide my cock to her entrance, her panties still pushed aside.
And then, when my tip prodded that slick pussy, I bore my hips against her, pushing my length into her core inch after inch until I filled her up completely.
Taylor had moved to wrap her arms around my neck, and when I filled her, she moaned. I couldn’t hear it above the music, but I knew she did, because her pussy clamped down around my cock at the same time.
My hips rocked, dragging my cock out before roughly shoving it back in. I didn’t fuck her to the beat of the music; I fucked her like a wild animal claiming its mate in front of its pack, in front of a lesser creature who had tried to take my mate for its own.
She was mine. Goddamn it. She was all mine and I’d never let her go.
I fucked her hard and fast, my cock working overtime. Every muscle in my lower half strained with the awkward position, the heat of the club and our previous dancing not doing me any favors. With her legs on either side of me, my hands gripping their sides to help keep them up, the most anyone would see were those legs. Those legs and my back, along with my pants—which might appear loose, since they were undone in the front.
I didn’t want any guy to see Taylor naked, but they could see me fuck her. They could see me mark her and know she was off-limits to them forever. The girl was mine, and if I had to mark my territory everywhere we went just so they’d understand that, then so be it.
Taylor’s arms tightened around my neck, and though I couldn’t get a good view of her face due to our position, I knew what was about to happen. I knew she probably cried out, the sound of her pleasure drowned out by the loud music. I knew she threw her head back in her bliss as the orgasm took hold of her, choked her, and refused to let her go. Her inner core tightened around my cock as I continued to fuck her, drawing out a groan from me.
God, she felt so fucking good, especially when she was coming—and knowing she was coming on my cock gave me a smug satisfaction nothing else in this world could.
Feeling her orgasm, knowing I’d brought it out of her so quickly, made me fuck her harder. Harder, longer, more roughly. Short, quick thrusts of my hips pushed my cock into that wet pussy, over and over again until my own orgasm threatened to spill over.
I was going to come inside of her and make her walk out of this club with my wet cum between her thighs, and then when we got home, I’d tear that little dress off of her and fuck her all over again. Taylor would never so much as look at other men when she had me. I wanted to fill her every thought, waking and dreaming. I wanted to dominate every inch of soft skin on her body, every curve it contained, and own the arousal that blossomed between her thighs when she was turned on.
The orgasm building within me became too strong to deny. It hit me like a shockwave, and I jerked my cock deep into her cunt, letting out a thunderous moan that would’ve rattled the walls if the speakers hadn’t already been doing it. The muscles in my body spasmed uncontrollably, and my cock twitched inside of her as it emptied load after load of cum into her. Shot after shot, I filled her up and then some.
I was slow in pulling out of her, helping her to stand on her own two feet. I fixed her panties first, then pulled down her dress, all before getting to me and my cock.
With a quick glance over my shoulder, I saw no one was paying attention to us. We’d literally just fucked in the corner of this club and no one noticed—and if they had, they apparently didn’t care.
Taylor was a little wobbly on her feet, for good reason, I supposed, so after stuffing myself away and positioning my cock in a way that my lingering erection wouldn’t be horribly noticeable, I wrapped an arm around her waist and guided her off the wall. I think we’d both had our fill of this club tonight.
Besides, I was pretty damned eager to get her home, alone, where I could really fuck her like I meant it.
We weaved through the dancing crowd, and we passed the two guys that had tried coming onto Taylor. They eyed us both up as we passed, but one glare from me had them turning their heads and pretending they didn’t notice us. We headed toward the front door, and we slipped out of the club, into the cool night air.
