Page 162 of Forgotten Comeback

“Hell on my panty collection, remember?” Her husky voice is a shot of heat straight to my groin.

“Mmm, problem solved,” I agree. “Now ease down.”

My hands fall to her hips, but of course, Taylor doesn’t listen; she slams down on my dick, swallowing it whole.

Her mouth falls open on a silent scream, and I curse.

Something catches my peripheral; Brin silently drops off the ice buckets and walks off.

I don’t give a fuck what that woman saw; I promised Taylor I’m wrecking her pussy, and that’s what I’m going to do.

“You like?” I ask, thrusting my hips.

The back of Taylor’s head falls to my shoulder on a moan. “Oh my fucking God. I love.”

Inferno and John appear, sliding into the booth across from us.

“Congrats,” they say in unison.

Taylor’s body stiffens, her head snapping up. I wrap my arms around her; she’s not going anywhere until we both see stars.

“Thanks, but we’re sort of in the middle of something right now,” I say, my dick getting choked by Taylor’s spasming pussy.

“We won’t keep you. Hey, Taylor.” John smiles politely.

“Hey,” she says, her voice strained.

“Whenever you’re finished with your celebration, Gavin, we have a gift waiting for you,” John says with wide eyes, nodding his head, like I should know what he’s talking about.

“What gift? Spell it out.” I grit.

“After you finish fucking your fiancée, come to the warehouse,” Inferno interjects, and Taylor lets out a little strangled sound. “Taylor, you may come?—”

I growl.

“Along with Gavin. Effie will keep Taylor company while we handle the situation with Mike.”

“Alright, got it,” I snap. “Now get the hell out of here.”

John holds up his hands, sliding out of the booth. “Going.”

“Don’t be a creepy fuck; you too,” I bark at Inferno, who’s making no effort to move.

He holds up his gloved hands, sliding out, and the two of them disappear.

“Inferno likes to watch,” I explain to Taylor, and her pussy flutters wildly. “And that will have to stay in the fantasy vault; no way I’m letting my brother watch you fall apart.”

“What about my fantasy? My asshole’s ready when yours is,” she taunts.

My hips thrust hard, my dick warming to the idea, even though my asshole’s still a little scared. “Maybe. But for now, let me have this fantasy.”

She grabs my hand, moving it between her legs.

I groan at the feel of her hot, wet pussy.

But she moves my hand higher, my fingers brushing…metal?

“Great minds think alike. I got my clit pierced for my future husband. Since we weren’t having sex, it had time to heal.”