Page 40 of Long Shot

With a whimper, Taylor nodded. She rocked her hips against Mac’s leg, the lace of her panties adding to the friction. Even from here, Mac could smell how delicious Taylor was. After rubbing against her for a moment, Mac pulled away and stood. Towering over Taylor, Mac undid her belt.

Taylor’s eyes were begging for Mac, desperate to touch her. She got onto her knees on the edge of the bed, and finished undoing Mac’s belt. Planting warm kisses on Mac’s abs, Taylor looked up into her dark eyes.

Mac moaned at the touch, forgetting how good Tay felt near her center. Taylor pulled the belt from the trousers loops and threw it on the floor, a loud clunk filling the room as it smacked against the wood floors. Licking Mac’s stomach, Taylor undid the button on Mac’s trousers, slipping them off her hips and down to the ground.

A pair of satin boxers draped around Mac’s center. Taylor slipped her finger underneath the elastic, eliciting a moan from Mac whose head rolled back at the touch.

Taylor tugged at the fabric, sending them to the floor as she lowered her head to Mac’s center. As her mouth hovered over Mac’s clit, Mac’s mind flashed with the image of Taylor sucking her finger in the Ginger's bathroom. A pulse of pleasure shotthrough her body. She wasn’t even sure exactly how long she’d been craving this… but it felt like every second had been worth it.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” Taylor teased as her hot breath blew on Mac’s throbbing pearl.

Mac nodded. “Is ten years not long enough?”

Taylor laughed, letting her tongue sink into Mac’s lips. With each bob of her head, she spread Mac’s folds and peeled back her hood.

Slipping her fingers into Taylor’s hair, Mac moaned with each lick. She could feel her pleasure being lapped up by Taylor’s tongue. Mac tried not to think about how much more experienced she was – all the years of illicit affairs that Mac had missed out on.

Taylor’s hand gripped Mac’s bare ass, pulling her in as she licked her.

It was all it took for Mac’s mind to clear. Her body quaked under Taylor’s touch. Her tongue slipped deeper into Mac’s folds, slowly pushing toward her entrance.

Feeling Tay’s tongue at her center, Mac whimpered. “Oh god, Taylor. Please.”

Taylor looked up at Mac as she pulled away. “Look who’s desperate now?”

Mac gripped the blonde hair a little tighter, giving it a light yank. “Is that how you want it, brat?”

Biting her lip, Taylor shrugged. Mac’s grip on her hair loosened. Taylor got back on her knees and waited for Mac to make her move.

Watching Taylor, Mac felt like she was drooling. “Take off your bra.” Mac grumbled.

“No.” Taylor chuckled. “I want you to do it.”

Mac shook her head. “Is that right? Who said you could make demands?” She leaned in, biting Taylor’s shoulder as sheunlatched the hooks on the back of the purple lace bra. Taylor let out a moan as the fabric fell off her shoulders.

She brought her lips to Mac’s ear, whispering. “But look who did as I said.”

Shaking her head, Mac pushed Taylor down onto the bed. “You’re used to everyone doing exactly as you demand, aren’t you?”

Taylor shrugged. “Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?”

Mac laughed and bit her lip. She could feel her center dripping with excitement. She had dreamed about all the ways she would make Taylor beg for her. Now, she could finally make those fantasies a reality.

Holding her body above Taylor’s, Mac used one arm to hold herself up while the other traced its way down Taylor’s body. Mac watched as the sensitive skin rose under her touch. Hovering just above Taylor’s panties, Mac watched her moan. She used her fingers to push the lace to one side, exposing Taylor’s folds.

Mac let her fingers lightly trace the shape of the lips, her eyes never leaving Taylor’s ecstatic face.

Just as Mac’s fingers lingered near Taylor’s clit, almost giving her the pleasure she so desperately wanted, Mac would pull away. After a few teases, Taylor’s hand shot down to grip Mac’s wrist. “Are you ever going to fuck me?”

Mac raised an eyebrow. “Once I start, I won’t stop until I’m satisfied. Are you sure you can handle that?”

Licking her lips, Taylor nodded. The antagonism made Mac’s clit throb, wanting nothing more than to put her bratty bottom in her place. But the wait was half the fun.

Once Taylor was soaking wet, Mac finally let her fingers rub against her hard clit.

“Fuck.” Taylor screamed out as the pleasure ran up her body from her center. Looking up at her, Mac watched her eyes squeeze shut as the ecstasy set in.

Mac pressed her fingers into Taylor’s folds, her fingers pushing back Taylor’s folds.

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