by Pamela Ann
Taylor’s face was an inch from mine, but I wasn’t going to back down, never again. The room seemed small and the only sound my senses could pick-up and concentrate on were the sounds of our shortened breaths, along with the frantic, manic speed of my heartbeat, I couldn’t even hear the club music anymore. It became grave when he didn’t respond immediately.
When he did speak, I was a little surprised. “Then make me understand. Why are you doing this to yourself? I can’t ignore how your eyes always reveal pain. Yet, the only thing you want to achieve is to fuck it out of your system. Do you honestly know what you’re doing, Trista? Do you really want to go through sleeping with all these men and regret it the next day?” Taylor asked in a worried tone, but his hardened demeanor did not thaw, not one bit.
Heck, people always used sex to get over someone. It’s been a well-practiced theory ever since humans knew what heartbreak was. “I do know what I want! I want to fuck nameless and faceless men. If you have a problem with that, too bad, because I don’t give a flying fuck.” My honesty seemed to throw him off, but it did little to ease the tension between us. It was maddening and I badly wanted for him to fight back. I had so much to let off my chest and Taylor made it easy for me to target him as my emotional punching bag.
He closed the hairsbreadth space between us. Cheek to cheek, my heart galloped loudly against his wildly beating heart. “Fine, you want to fuck. You want to lose yourself in sexual gluttony to forget whatever shit you’re going through. Well, I’ve got the best solution for you. Why don’t you use me instead? I’ll do whatever you want. Use me however you want.” His husky, downright seductive voice sent acute, electrifying waves of potent arousal into my core. My underwear suddenly felt moist. Shit.
My body tensed and clenched as I tried to hold back from responding to him. His offer was tempting, but I couldn’t possibly consider the idea. Taylor evoked emotions that were too troubling for me to entertain. I already feared I had the Hero Syndrome crap going on. He’d already rattled me. If I added sex on top of the list, it would be too much to handle. Besides, the fact that I might see him in LA, yeah, I had reason enough to back away.
I needed him to fight back and dash that idea of him as my stud slave. “Who the hell do you think you are? Swooping in like you’re some cock in shining armor? This is stupid.” I stomped past him. Taylor immediately grabbed my arm and dragged me back against the wall. For the first time tonight, my eyes examined my surroundings. A sizable, square, office table, a small couch and about eight filing cabinets summed up the space in its entirety. I noted how the room was dimly lit. The only lights were the small red dot on the smoke alarm and a tiny night-light.
Taylor extended his left arm to reach the door. I freaked when I heard the lock click. Aw, hell no. Who did he think he was messing with, a fucking Barbie? I moved and tried to reach the door. “Get me the hell out of here, you stupid prick!” I shoved past him, but his steel-hardened arm circled my hip, as he swiftly dragged me towards the table. He planted my ass at the edge and his daunting body ensconced my tiny frame, trapping me until I was at his mercy.
I peered at him, my body fearful yet thrilled at the same time at his crass, dominating attitude. “What the hell, Taylor—”
His eyes were dark and formidable, unreadable. Utterly and completely menacing. “SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP! Trista. For once, just shut the fuck up!” He barked at me before he savagely devoured my lips. He kissed like a man who was famished. It was voracious, punishing, and absolutely ravenous—like a man who was at the point of no return.
Hell, I devoured him like he was my last meal on earth, too. His barbaric he-man behavior inflamed by body and it surrendered to him without hesitation. One touch of his lips was all it took, all fight and conviction completely left me.
I couldn’t help moaning when he held me possessively, kissed me passionately. I threw my head back when he started to nip my neck. “I promise I’ll fuck you good. So, good, you will forget about that guy that you’re so in love with.”
Oh, yes. The images his words paint in my mind were definitely what I needed. Dirty mouth Taylor, now that I can sign up for! It was fascinatingly sexy and utterly delicious. It was a serious turn on. Hell, I was deliriously turned on. I had an idea of what it would be like to be in his arms, but this was beyond what I had contemplated. This animal of a man was unexpected.
“Hurry up and fuck me, then. I’ll let you know after if lived up to that offer.” I ordered, but inside, I was begging. I was beyond saving now. My body fevered for his touch, for his possession.
He immediately parted my legs. My dress slid upwards, giving him access to my womanhood. Fascinated, I watched his head drift down to the V of my thighs. His nose touched my lace thong and I stilled when I heard him inhale my scent. I was taken aback when he bit the top of my slit, over the thong. “Shit!” I unexpectedly hissed. It wasn’t painful or anything, but I was shocked. What kind of kinkiness was this guy into?
I got my answer when he started to eat me out over my thong. It was unexpected and completely different from anything I had experience before, but maybe a change would be good. I certainly didn’t need to be reminded of Harry. That man was a fan of traditional, missionary style fucking.
Taylor’s large hands slid underneath me where he gripped my ass cheeks, locking me in place, at the mercy of his mouth. I started to pant when I felt his hot tongue trace the side of my thong, gliding across it in a torturous motion, seeking entrance to my pussy. The first feather-like stroke was heavenly. I was dripping wet, burning hot, and fucking ready. Yet Taylor continued taking the long route and I didn’t know if I should moan or cry from frustration. “Oh. I. Taylor!” I incoherently said as that powerful tongue of his gave my clit a lashing, beating it with grueling accuracy.
“More, I want more,” I panted, throwing my head back, My fingers reached out and clutched his hair, pushing my pussy into his face. A whimpering sound came from me when he stuck a finger inside my hot entrance. He used that finger to probe and tease me, while his thumb rubbed my clitoris at the same time. With his left hand doing its ministrations on my pussy, Taylor slowly trailed kisses, over my dress, from my navel all the way to my chest. From the valley of my breasts, he stuck his tongue out and licked his way up until he reached the crook of my neck. He nipped there and sucked on my earlobe as his right-hand hastily unhooked my halter-top, exposing my breasts.
He groaned at the sight of them. “God, these tits. I’ve lusted for them for far too long.” His large hand cupped one, feeling its weight before he gave it a hard squeeze. His thumb speedily circled my nipple while his mouth bit and sucked the life out of my other breast. Three different parts, three different sensations, all with a relentless mission to make me come while getting me ready to be fucked by this gifted man.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked, looking up at me, while his tongue flicked over my puckered nipple.
I barely heard him in my abandoned state. “Yes, definitely. Yes. But I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
Still looking at me, he playfully bit into the pebbled form. “Me, neither, I’ve always worn one. Can I take you without it? I have the condom if you request it, but I want to fuck you, skin to skin, and feel you clench around my cock as you come for me.”
My hips buckled when he stuck another finger inside my hole, stretching me, prepping me for his cock. I felt a gush of wetness as it trickled and dripped down to my ass. Out of nowhere, Harry’s face appeared in my mind. Harry… I fucking miss him. No, no no. I won’t let him ruin this for me. There was no doubt in my mind that I still loved the prick. If Harry asked me back in person, I knew there was little chance I would decline him. Selfish, yeah, but love makes people stupid. Unfortunately, I’m part of the rat pack.
“Condom, Taylor.”
“Whatever you wish,” he fluidly responded before he captured my breast again.
I let out a moan when Taylor’s fingers went berserk on my G-spot. My mind shut down on
me completely, and all I could focus on was the punishing pleasure that was being done to my breasts, and the violent throb in my womanhood. I sobbed, begged and moaned at the same time. I was just so out of it. I cried out when his mouth left my breast and harshly bit into my neck. “Harrrry, I want more,” I screeched out, grinding my hips into motion.
In a blink of an eye, lips, hands and mouth were not touching me. I felt bereft from the sudden impact of the departure of his hot body on me. “Do I look like Harry to you?” He asked in a tone that chilled my bones, his eyes glaring murderously.
It was almost enough, almost, to douse me out of my horny state. Hell, I cringed when I realized that I said it out loud. What a fucking gaffe. “No, hell. I apologize. Can we get a move on now?” I pleaded, but he was immovable. His jaws locked as he kept looking at me like he hated me on sight. “Why are you angry, anyway? Can you really blame me for calling out his name? I haven’t been with anyone since him.”
“It’s insulting, Trista,” Taylor said through gritted teeth.
I knew it was, but it had already been said. I couldn’t take it back. Certainly, I was more than ready to continue kissing and touching him. “Not going to happen, again. Are you done being a cry baby?” My eyes darted to his pants, and by God, I devoured that hard-on with them. I wanted him like a drug. He had gotten me into this aroused condition, he simply couldn’t back out now.
“Watch that mouth of yours, Trista. I’ll make you pay for that foolish blunder.” Taylor threatened.
I watched in fascination when he started to move and strip before me. His toned, sculpted body and chiseled six-pack whetted my appetite some more. “You’re beautiful.” I wanted to say, but held the words from leaving my lips. Instead, my mouth parted in awe as my tongue licked around my lips, in a full circle when he took his jeans off. “Oh, God,” I gasped. As turned on as I was, the reality of the situation still hit me. I was going to have sex with a man who wasn’t Harry. Before I met Harry, it hadn’t mattered. But it did now, because I had fallen in love. It was stupid, but I felt like I was betraying that love.
Feeling guilty, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see anything. All I needed was to feel. I want to feel good… just enough to take this ache in my heart away, even if just for a short time. I wanted to forget Harry and his touch. Just for a while, I wanted him banished from my thoughts.
I felt Taylor’s large hands skim my thighs as he roughly parted them and planted himself in between them. I heard the tear of the condom packet. Condom in place, he held my hips and pushed me onto the edge of the table, my ass hanging halfway off. “Open your eyes.” He harshly demanded.
No.
I shook my head.
His hand gripped my jaw and leveled my face to him. “OPEN. THEM.”
Grudgingly, I did as he commanded. The second our eyes met, he roughly entered me, filling me with his thick, enormous cock. “Does it feel like Harry, now?” He spat out, staring into me, penetrating my eyes while he fucked me. “Does it?” Taylor grated again, demanding.
His fast, rapid, calculated thrusts were done with exact precision, each time he slammed back inside me, I felt him stretch me completely, filling me to capacity. Each stroke expelled beautiful, carnal friction. The sound of him fucking me with the loud slapping noise my wetness made each time our bodies connected, was truly delicious. No, Harry doesn’t fuck like this and certainly doesn’t have a monster of a cock. “No. This is definitely, you,” I shakily whispered as he numbingly pounded my pussy.
“Say my name. Say it!” He grated in my ear. He was making damn sure I knew who was fucking me. Damn it with men and their prideful egos!
God, this man was going to kill me. He used my entire body to cruelly punish me with his cock, crushing my pussy. “Taylor,” I moaned his name.
“Fuck!” He groaned out. The sudden feeling of his hot body away from mine made me ache with need. Still buried deep inside, he swiftly rolled me on my stomach. I was positioned with half of my body on the table, my ass up in the air, legs stretched to their limit and my feet planted on the floor. “Perfect. Now, I’m going to put all of it inside you,” He braggingly exclaimed.
I blinked back a few times. My breasts felt heavy and too sensitized on the table. The throb inside my nether was uncontainable. “What do you mean? That wasn’t all of it?” I whispered, thrilled.
Taylor’s fingers sunk into the skin of my ass cheeks. He simply chuckled at my question. It was like a warning of what was to come. With a tight grip, he opened and lifted my ass before he rammed his cock in full force, and its entirety, into my salivating hole, hard. He filled me more than he had earlier, filled me more than anyone ever had. “No, This is all of it.” he expressed with such potent hunger.
Holy fuck. “Jesus! Taylor!!!” I bellowed with as much praise as there was surprise. I’ve never felt this full in my life. It was an alien feeling. It was too much to bear, but it was too good of a feeling to refuse and I couldn’t get enough of him.
I was gasping and panting while Taylor took liberties with my pussy, marking his territory, making it known who was the boss. “Do you want to come, Trista?” He asked in between thrusts.
“Yes.” Please.
“Talk to me dirty and use my name, this time.” Taylor placed his thumb where my clit and his cock met, teasing the sensitive skin. My body was on fire, different delirious sensations rioted in all directions. It was ludicrous.
“Seriously?” I panted, a little confused at his request. I don’t do dirty talk during sex. I was a smart-mouth in other things, but never ever during intercourse.
“I won’t make you come until you do.” The Boss warned.
I groaned. I want release. No, I needed it! “Please, pound me harder, Taylor. Use that big cock to fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.” I hissed when he tugged on my hair while he pounded me as I requested. “Fuck, Tayyy…looor!” I screamed. My orgasm entirely took over, seizing me completely as I sobbed his name.
With his hand gripping my hair still, he turned my head sideways, so he could kiss me. He stroked me torturously as he rolled his hips in a steadfast motion. He left my lips and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fuck your cunt like it’s my gateway to nirvana. I’m going to crush, pound and kill this sweet, little pussy of yours. Do you want to be fucked like that, my beautiful hellcat?” His tongue and teeth nibbled on my ear.
Fuck! I was stuttering because I just had an intense orgasm, and Taylor’s relentless cock was seriously killing my brain functions. “Yes…”
He moaned as he sucked on my earlobe. “Do you want to be fucked like a little whore or like a good girl?”
Hottest question, ever! “A whore,” I deliriously moaned.
He softly chuckled and it sent delicious thrills through my body. “That’s the spirit. Are you ready to come again, my little whore?” Taylor asked as his large hand connected on my ass cheek, fiercely slapping it twice.
Fuck, I loved it when he talked dirty. The spankings combined with his dirty words, simply drove me insane. “Absolutely.” I gripped the ends of the table as he showed me how a whore was to be fucked. Both of his hands wrapped around my neck, gripping me hard, but still loose enough for me to breathe, as he impaled me.
Taylor made a loud, animalistic howl as he hammered me with his big cock. It dominated my existence. That cock fucked me until pain and pleasure pushed me to the edge. It felt like freefalling in the most extraordinary way. My body roared as another orgasm wholly obliterated me. “Taylor!” I screamed until I couldn’t anymore. I was seeing black and white stars everywhere. I had never orgasmed so hard in my life.
He came a minute after I did. Both hands cupping my breasts as his entire body hardened, his cock expanded before he shot his hot semen. “Trista!” He hissed in my ear. He stroked his cock a few more times to get all of his spunk out. His lips kissed around my spine. Kisses trailed onto my shoulder and neck. I spun my head halfway to meet his lips and we kissed feverishly.
With m
y eyes closed, he broke off our kiss and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. “Shit, Tris. I think I have just found my drug. It’s pussy crack.” Our bodies were still connected, sweaty and heaving from our animalistic mating.
Sex with Taylor was truly an out of this world experience and that’s all it should be. Plain and simple, black and white with no gray in between. As long as we kept it that way, I would happily comply. “Good, cause your monster got the job. I’m giving it an endless supply of me.”
I earned a spanking with that remark. “Monster cock. Only you would say such things out loud.” His palm massaged the part he just hit. “I’m going to keep you sated, Trista. You will want for no one. I can guarantee you that.”
His monster to cure me, ha!
We shall see Taylor.
Chapter 14
Trista
We finally managed to emerge from the small office. After closing the door behind him, Taylor paused and looked into my eyes, without a word, he kissed me—slowly and deliberately. The sweet kiss evoked a feeling deep within me. It was unnerving and yet I couldn’t stop him.
“No more throwing yourself at other men?” He asked as his eyes searched mine.
Definitely not, like I would want another summer fling when I got the monster boss around. “No more men.” I gave him a chaste kiss and pulled us out of there. When we were back amongst folks, my eyes scanned the area for Alexandros, but he was nowhere to be found. I guess he figured out that Taylor was doing me somewhere.
