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“Taylor.” I tugged at his shirt weakly.
He pulled it off in one motion and tossed it onto the pool table. He then pulled off my shirt and bra just as quickly. He yanked down my skirt and panties soon after. I was naked before him, pressed up against the wall, ready for whatever he wanted to do to me.
He grinded into me as he bit at my mouth in another deep maddening kiss. I ran my hands up and down his arms while hishands kept a grip on my head, leaned back slightly against the wall.
“Do what you want with me,” I whispered. I wanted to give up control this time around, to just be lost in the rush of feelings.
“As you wish.” He raised his hands to my mouth. “Suck on them.”
I took the order and let his right pointer and middle finger into my mouth. I bobbed my head back and forth on them until they were slick with my saliva. Slowly, he drew his fingers out of my mouth. I got myself ready for what was going to happen.
He started slow, easing his fingers into my folds and then up into my cunt. I arched my back into the wall. “Faster,” I begged.
He immediately slowed down, easing his two fingers in and out at a snail’s pace.
“Bastard,” I cursed between harsh, quick breaths.
In response he thrust them deep inside me and let his thumb brush against my clit sending a tingling through me to my toes. I nearly came just from that, but I still needed another push.
“Deeper, please, Taylor,” I moaned.
This time he listened to me. He thrust up as far as he could go over and over. The harder he thrust, the harder he rubbed my clit. With one last thrust I was coming apart in front of him. My throat was exposed as I arched back feeling the waves. He saw the opening and began to nip at my throat and peppering kisses. I couldn’t help but to giggle furiously. My mind struggled to keep up with every sensation. I felt overstimulated but I loved it.
As I finally regained my footing, I realized that Taylor was holding me up. He smirked when he realized I was back. He rubbed his fingers, slick with my own juices, over my breasts. Every touch made me jump, I was so sensitive.
Taylor turned me around and slowly backed me up away from the wall and then bent me over one of the pool tables. My sensitive nipples rubbing the green felt causing them to get even harder.
“I’m going to fuck you Lydia,” he announced, as he dug his fingers into my bent hips. He let go and I heard the sound of his buckle being undone as well as the sound of his zipper.
Even though I felt spent, his declaration caused the heat to begin to build back up. Since I couldn’t see, the anticipation of his cock inside of me made my heart beat faster and faster.
He teased at my entrance a few times but didn’t fill me like I suddenly desperately needed. “God, you’re beautiful,” he huskily said, and I flushed at the comment.
He caught me off guard with the praise and slammed into me, filling me all at once. I cried out as he thrust back and forth, hitting a spot he didn’t reach earlier.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
I could barely understand him, I was so deep in pleasure from the last orgasm and now my building second.
He thrust in and out, taking his time. But I knew how impatient he would get. Soon he was thrusting faster and deeper. He groaned as he spilled into me. As he rode his orgasm, he leaned down into me and buried his face into my shoulder.
He reached around and started playing with my nipples as he withdrew from me. He suddenly flipped me over so I could finally see him. He leaned over me and we started to kiss as one hand played and pinched my nipples while the other teased my overly sensitive clit.
“Taylor!” I yelled as I came once again over his hands. After that one I truly felt like I was floating. It took me several deep breaths to climb down back into my body. When I did, I smiled up at Taylor, my lover, my husband, the father of our child. “We’re going to have to clean up.”
He rolled his eyes but smiled. “In a moment.”
He picked me back up and we gave each other small, gentle kisses. Not as deep, but just as sweet.
***
We cleaned up and then went to bed to cuddle.
Taylor had left his phone upstairs and checked it once we got in his room. He sighed at it once he clicked it on.
“What is it?” I asked as he sat beside me in bed, I hung my arms over his shoulders and rested them together on his firm chest.
“My grandfather has called me ten times in the past hour.” He shook his head. “I told him last time he tried to call me after our ‘conversation’, that he’d realize calling me won’t change my mind. Nothing he says will.”
