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I thrust steadily, feeling her body stretch around my length, and she arches upward to meet me, refusing to be a bystander to our lovemaking—she’s taking pleasure, too.
“Work those hips. Let me in deeper. I want to go all the way. I’m not pulling out.”
Never.
Never? I must be losing my mind.
When I drive into her harder and faster, her lips part in surprise—but she’s delicious, and soon she’s right there with me, wanting every sensation she’s entitled to. I keep up the intensity, pounding into her even more firmly. Before long, she’s pleading for more.
I hammer away, and her core welcomes me, gripping and squeezing, as if it wants to hold me captive. Being inside her feels like I’m starting my life of lust and pleasure from scratch, rewriting the act of sex, finding my perfect place in the world.
Our bodies collide without pause: sweat and moans merging into one frenzied, erotic rhythm. She claws at me, out of control, calling my name and begging for more. I let my desire surface fully. I pound deep into that tight, hot center.
I slide my hand between us, seeking her clit. I need mere seconds to make her scream like a wild cat, coming shamelessly and seizing my cock in rhythmic spasms. I don’t let her recover. I sit up, dragging her with me, still riding me.
With both hands gripping her firm backside, I lower her onto my shaft, impaling her deeply on my length. In this position, she’s helpless against my desire—like a doll in my arms, giving herself to me, head thrown back, moaning my name.
Her desperate little noises are both torture and music, pulling me to the brink yet somehow anchoring me to her, in this invisible web I actually want to remain in. She leans in and kisses me, but it’s not gentle—it’s pure need. Her tongue traces my lips in a sultry, brazen move, and I swear I’ll have them wrapped around my cock before dawn.
I suck on her tongue, and she sighs, rotating her hips in circles, urging me to keep going. I’m so worked up I could come at any moment, but I don’t want to leave her yet.
I push her fully into my lap and refuse to let her rise, buried inside her. I grab her hair, tilting her head back. Right then, Taylor opens her eyes, and before I even orgasm, I know I want more.
“You’re unbelievably tight,” I murmur against her neck.
The pleasure of being inside her engulfs me like huge waves, and I give up trying to rationalize. I let myself drown in her, losing myself in her body.
I rise back onto my knees, and when I pull out slowly, Taylor moans.
I flip her over so she’s on hands and knees. She doesn’t protest. Instead, she glances back over her shoulder, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sight.
She keeps her eyes on me even as I start thrusting again, hands gripping her backside. She gasps when I bottom out inside her, and when I twist my hand in her mass of red hair to hold her in place, she goes wild, bucking her hips.
I watch the spot where our bodies join, one hand clamped on her waist. I quicken my pace, pounding into her. Pleasure builds uncontrollably, and I slide my hand from her waist to her folds, rubbing her clit.
Taylor moans, pushing back onto me, giving herself up to this frantic demand. I don’t stop stroking, feeling my balls slap her with every thrust.
I can sense my climax barreling down, wanting to rip off the condom and fill her with my release—imagining her sex lips dripping with my cum, which is totally insane.
Nothing prepared me for the pleasure of taking Taylor. This is nothing like the sexual experiences I’ve had before, and right now, all I know is I want more.
I plunge deep, stopping only when there’s no more space for me inside her. She squeezes around me, and I grit my teeth, realizing I’m at my limit.
I pound into her faster, her body letting me have her any way I want, giving me exactly what I need. In this moment, every piece of me belongs to her, to us—she’s inside me just as much as I’m inside her.
I make her come once more, and when that tight, molten grip seizes me in another orgasm, I’m gone, too. I push a few more times before letting the lust take over. When I finally give in, I come so intensely that I’m afraid the condom won’t contain it all.
I pull out of her gently, helping her up so she’s kneeling backward against me. I kiss her neck and hair, and she just lets me hold her, leaning on my shoulder.
“I’ll run you a bath and then fix something for us to eat.”
She nods but says nothing.
“Taylor.”
Only then do I notice her eyes are closed.
What did I do?