Page 47 of Long Shot

Without another word, Taylor let the strap slip inside. She pushed it in with a long thrust, gripping Mac’s ass on the counter as she did.

“Oh god,” Mac whimpered as her eyes rolled. “Why is this so hot?”

Taylor laughed as she slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip of the strapon inside. “Because you’ve been daydreaming about me fucking you like this since the day we met.”

Growling, Mac gripped Taylor’s long, blonde hair. “I’ve had you like this plenty.”

Watching her face, Taylor licked her lips and slid herself back inside. “And you’ve been desperate for more.”

There was no denying that. Instead of fighting, Mac rocked her hips against Taylor’s strap. She moaned with each thrust, her ass bouncing on the counter as they fucked. The counter slammed into the wall, bolts loosening as Taylor pressed harder.

Mac leaned back onto the counter, letting her body slide into Taylor.

Slipping her arm under Mac’s lower back, Taylor pulled her in. “You feel so incredible.” Taylor met her own gaze in the mirror, catching Mac’s undercut in her view. A sly smile took over her face. This certainly hadn’t been on her predictions for this year.

But fucking her summer camp crush Mackenzie Bennet on her private jet… Well, who could want anything more than that?

She watched herself bite into Mac’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.

Mac pulled her head back. “Easy, Young. Babs will be pissed.”

Taylor raised an eyebrow and she pushed deeper into Mac’s center. Her strap hit the perfect spot, ripping a moan from Mac’s chest.

“Yes, Taylor.” Mac gawked as she took all of Taylor. Her body slowed as it grinded against Taylor’s strap. As she slowed, Taylor matched her tempo. Mac’s body gave a stutter, shaking as she reached her peak.

“That’s it, baby.” Taylor licked her lip as she watched Mac reach her peak. As she did, Mac reached around Taylor’s back and dug her fingers into the skin – desperate for something to hang on to.

Taylor cried out with pleasure. “Fuck” A part of her worried she’d break skin, leaving a mark she couldn’t hide. Another part of her didn’t give a fuck.

Thrusting herself deeper, Taylor let Mackenzie come on her strap. After a few seconds, Mac’s grip released and her body relaxed. Mac let out a sigh as she caught her breath.

“Satisfied?” Taylor whispered as she pulled out her strap.

Mac nodded. “Thank you.” She looked exhausted, like she could fall asleep right here on Taylor’s shoulder.

And Taylor would have given anything to feel Mac’s body rest on hers.

Snapping out of the haze, Taylor used some tissue to wipe off the strap. “Whoever wins the Wimbledon gets fucked next.”

Mac rolled her eyes. “So you’re asking me to throw just so you can get some good pussy?”

Taylor pushed her shoulder and pulled Mac in for another kiss. She pulled her pants on and adjusted herself. Helping Mac off the counter, Taylor got down on her knees to help Mac step into her joggers.

Looking down at her, Mac laughed. “Look at you, on your knees for me again.”

Taylor rolled her eyes, taking just one lick of Mac’s delicious folds to tease her.

“Fuck,” Mac whimpered, sensitive from being touched.

Taylor played dumb. “Don’t like it?”

Mac shook her head, rubbing her forehead. “Not what I said. I just never want to stop.”

Pulling up Mac’s pants, Taylor shrugged. “Well the faster you get out, the faster we can fuck.”

Mac laughed. “So, we’ll both throw?”

With a wink, Taylor slid open the bathroom door. Just as the pair were walking out of the bathroom, Darla was walking back inside the private room. “Sorry, ladies.”

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