Page 12 of The Christmas Plan

A light moan escaped Taylor’s lips as their bodies pressed together. “Of course you do. Because you think I'd take a season off. And that’s where you’d be wrong.”

Mac smirked back at Taylor, her eyes flicking between Taylor’s lips and stunning gaze. “We could just give it a try and see what happens.”

“Just give it a try? Like it’s that simple?” Taylor laughed, trying to stop her throbbing clit from distracting her too much.

“I want you so badly, it might be just that simple.” Not able to hold off, Mac brought Taylor even closer, pressing her lips into Tay’s.

Moaning, Taylor melted into Mac’s arms. With a kiss like that, it was hard to deny that Mac couldn’t get her knocked up just by looking at her. Even if it was biologically impossible… maybe it was worth a try anyway.

Leaning into the kiss, Taylor let her tongue tease Mac’s plump lips.

Pulling away, Mac smirked and walked toward the locker room door. She flicked the lock and sauntered back toward Taylor whose jaw dropped at the insinuation.

Once Mackenzie was within arm’s reach, she wrapped Taylor in her arms and moved her toward the wall of wood lockers behind. She knew they’d made it when Mac let her body slam into the surface.

“Fuck.” Taylor whimpered, the impact sending a pulse of excitement through her body. She couldn’t pretend like it wasn’t hot, like Mac’s almost indifference to her pain wasn’t making her clit throb with anticipation.

Mac licked her lips as she let her hand work its way from Taylor’s waist to her stomach, roughly tugging the red and white tennis skirt off away from her skin. Grunting as she moved thefabric, Mac let her head drop to Taylor’s shoulders. There, she had a view of Taylor’s entire figure.

Her cleavage peaked out of the top of her sports bra and the sexy Santa top.

“I didn’t think this outfit would do it for me,” Mac confessed as she plunged her hand down Taylor’s skirt and past her sweat and pleasure-soaked panties.

As soon as Mac’s fingers met Tay’s pulsing center, a groan escaped her lips. Thank god they were alone here because she knew she wouldn’t be able to stay silent.

Uninterested in wasting time, Mac used her free hand to grab Taylor’s thighs, hoisting her off the ground.

Taylor followed her orders, jumping into Mac’s arms and wrapping her sore legs around her.

“You’re very good at following orders.” Mac smirked.

Rolling her eyes, Taylor leaned into Mac’s ear. “Only for you, and only like this.”

With a laugh, Mac let her fingers slip lower into Taylor’s folds. She applied a deep, knowing pressure on Taylor’s clit, letting the hardened bead rub against her strong fingers. As soon as she felt Mac’s touch, Taylor’s body wanted to collapse into her girlfriend.

As her moans grew louder, Taylor rocked her hips against Mac’s hand.

Mac was far too eager to wait much longer. Instead, she slid her hand down Tay’s slit until she found her soaked entrance.

“Fuck.” Mac’s grip on Taylor’s back tightened as she moaned.

Letting her head fall back, Taylor felt herself losing all control. Something about the way Mackenzie took her would never stop sending waves of pleasure through her.

But without lingering, Mac pressed two fingers deep inside Taylor.

“God.” Taylor’s eyes shot open, pleasure washing over her. Sweat was still dripping down her body from the match as she found herself bouncing on Mac’s sturdy hand.

Eager for more, Taylor grinded against the hand. She let herself bounce along with Mac’s thrusting, fingers pressing deeper and deeper inside. It was impossible to ignore just how soaked in pleasure Taylor was. Mac slid in and out of her effortlessly, her bulging biceps tensing with each push.

Letting her arms fall from Mac’s neck to her arms, Taylor squeezed her veiny upper arm.

“Jesus, you’re fucking hot.” Taylor’s head rolled back, slamming into the wood again; this time she hardly felt the impact, too distracted by the pulsing fingers and throbbing clit between her legs.

Mackenzie smiled, enjoying every second of pleasing Tay. “It’s all for you, baby.”

Something about the rumbled words made Taylor lose it, any pretense that she could hold out on reaching her climax flew out of the locker room. Instead, her body began to shudder. She couldn’t keep up the bouncing anymore. Instead, she let Mac’s fingers press deeper inside as they massaged her channel.

But Mac knew exactly what Taylor wanted. Using her grip on Taylor’s back, which had dropped closer and closer to Tay’s ass, Mac gently rocked her girlfriend’s hips in time with her own hand.

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