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Her head tilts and her sea-green eyes could rival the deepest parts of the ocean. “We’re more than friends.”

“You’re goddamn right we are.” My free hand grabs her neck and my mouth crashes down on hers. It’s wet and demanding. Messy, and borderline violent with need. I feel the pressure of her fingers digging into my shoulders and back. She’s scratching and grabbing frantically, like whatever she’s getting isn’t enough. My tongue sweeps every inch of her, and her hips respond by rocking back and forth over where I’m now straining for my life against my zipper. I could easily free myself and take her right here on this chair, but I’m glutinous when it comes to Taylor. I want this to last forever while fearing I’ll never get my fill of her.

I push to stand from the chair without breaking our kiss. My tongue sweeps her mouth and her body sinks into mine in response. I pull back just an inch, my hands still tangled in her hair and my mouth hovering just above hers. The heat, the longing, and the desire in her eyes is my undoing. A breath whooshes out of her as I spin her around, pressing my cock into her backside and positioning her hands on the pommel bench in front of her.

I drag the scruff of my beard down her silky soft neck and nip at the bottom of her ear, when she jerks at the touch I smile against her sweet skin. Her scent, that fucks me upwhen I’m in the same space as her, is overwhelming when we’re this close. “It would be a shame to ruin this pretty dress, don’t you think?” I ask, sliding the paper-thin straps down her shoulders.

“Fuck the dress,” she grits out, and a deep noise rumbles from the back of my throat. I stand behind her, sliding the near-invisible zipper down her back taking my time, revealing vertebra after vertebra until the fabric has nothing to hold on to anymore and falls to a pile on the floor.

“Keep your hands on the bench.”

I pull away and circle her naked body until I’m standing in front of her, watching her chest rise and fall and her knuckles turn bone white where she grips the wood.

“Do you feel exposed?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like it?”

Her hands stay planted but through a thick fan of lashes, her eyes lift to me. “Yes.”

I make quick work of my belt and zipper as I circle behind her again. Goosebumps have spread across her back and I’ve officially used up all my restraint. The head of my cock is so dark, it’s almost purple. I rip open the packet from my pocket and drag a condom down my shaft before pressing the tip just past her entrance, and my legs almost give out at the sight of her stretching around me. The air in the room is thick and heavy, I can’t tell where her breath ends and mine begins. A needy little whimper falls from her throat and her hips press back slightly, taking another inch of me before I abruptly pull out. The loss of her tightness around me is enough to make me lightheaded.

“KNOX!”

“Yes, love?”

“I can’t take it anymore.” Her hand lifts and crashes down on the bench in front of her.

I line myself up again at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock over her swollen clit. “You want me to fuck this sweet little cunt of yours?” I murmur against her neck. Her back arches, sending her hips back again, half of my cock disappears inside her this time before I pull out once more.

“Fuck. YES! Yes, I want it. I want you, now!”

I reach around her hips and run my middle finger through her slit. I add another and soak up her wetness before rubbing the lightest touch I can manage over her swollen clit. Her whimpers become more desperate, and when I reach my free hand around her, grabbing her palm-size breast in my hand. Her head drops back to my chest. Her body bucks feverishly beneath me until I grab my shaft, and position it at her entrance again. My hips hinge enough that I can whisper in her ear. My fingers still and a desperate moan burst from her lips.

“Say please.”

“Please!” It’s a guttural, exhausted cry. One I didn’t think would have the effect on me that it does. No sooner than the word is out of her mouth, I bury myself in her and nearly blackout.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries.

“That’s right, Taylor. Those are the kinds of words I’m looking for.” I pull out and slam back in. “Tell me something, love. Does this cock feel friendly to you?” She moans my name and the room fills with the echos of skin slapping and labored breathing.

I keep one hand on her breast and snake the other between her pussy lips, rubbing my fingers over the spot where I’m sliding in and out of her. I grit my teeth as a fire begins tocrackle at the base of my spine. I bring my hand up to her face, circling her lips with my two middle fingers. “Suck.”

Her warm mouth wraps around them and her moan as she tastes herself reverberates around my hand, tingling down my arms and meeting that fire roaring in my body. Every time I pull out and bury myself back in, my teeth grind together and a thunderous roar fills my head. I’m so close. I drop my hand from her mouth and use all my strength on her hips to drive into her.

“Oh god, Knox. I’m going… I’m?—”

“Do it. I want to feel your friendly cum on my cock, Nova.” I rock back and forth, in and out of her, my heart beating as frantic as I thrust. I bring my hand down, spanking her ass and the loudthwackis followed by her lusting mewling. Her grip around me is unbearable as she squeezes and pulses, her orgasm soaking me. The fire that was set ablaze inside me is now a roaring inferno. I hold on vigorously as I pump once more and I’m burning from the inside out as I rapture.

Taylor’s hands remain on the bench, but I’d bet it has more to do with a weakness in her legs now. I make sure she’s steady before I pull out and dispose of the condom. She shakes her hips from side to side as she slides her dress back up her naked body and I drag two big palms down the back of her head, taming down her wild hair. Her perfectly manicured fingers brush down the front of her dress. She pulls in a broken breath, squares her shoulders back, and lifts her chin.

“How do I look?” I make a big show of looking her up and down before I kiss her forehead and loop my arm around the back of her neck.

“Freshly fucked.”

Taylor