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He crawled over her and settled between her legs. She gasped with pleasure as he notched his cock into her slippery core.

“Fuck, Alice, you feel so good.”

She gave her hips a rock, and he bit his lip and wasted no more time thrusting into her. The sudden feeling of fullness was overwhelming and had her clinging to him as he continued pumping. She dug her fingernails into his back, clinging to him. Her pleasure was already building in her again as he rocked hiships. He worked in such a way that his cock kept rubbing this space deep inside of her that had her seeing fucking stars.

“Oh my god, I’m going to come,” she gasped.

“That’s right, baby. Give it to me,” he said, bucking into her harder.

She sat there on the edge of losing it, but she needed something else to push her over the edge. She didn’t know what she needed, but she needed something.

Then Taylor reached between them and rubbed her clit while he continued fucking her hard. That was just what she needed. She clung to him as she broke apart with sobs of pleasure.

He gripped her hips and pounded into her. Their eyes connected with so many unspoken words as his brow crinkled. His eyes closed as he groaned and pulsed inside of her. As he fell on to her, the full weight of him pressing her into the mattress was quite possibly one of the most comforting things she had ever experienced.

He took a deep breath and pushed up and pulled out of her, and she ached to reclaim him and pull him close, but before she could mourn the loss, he pulled her close and peppered her neck and shoulder in kisses.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he said on her neck between kisses.

“The feeling is incredibly mutual,” she said, running her hands through his sweat-dampened hair.

“I’ll be right back,” he said into her neck before pushing her off and heading to the bathroom.

She squeezed her eyes shut and stayed still worried if she moved too much she might wake up from this dream. This was not real, it couldn’t be. But when she opened her eyes, there he was, standing in the doorway, drinking her in.

“Get in here,” she said, pulling back the covers and climbing in them herself.

Once in the bed, he pulled her close, and she rested her head on his chest. Perfect. She traced her fingers absentmindedly on his chest, just trying to soak up the magic of the moment. His body tensed beneath her touch.

“Stop,” he said, placing his hand over hers.

The irritability in his voice surprised her. She instantly tried to withdraw her hand, the sharp sting of rejection rearing its ugly head. A feeling she was all too familiar with. But then he held her hand tightly.

“Sorry, I still want you to touch me,” he muttered. “I just like firm pressure. Really light touches almost hurt sometimes.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, nuzzling into his side.

Taylor settled into the pillows and pulled her closer.

“I’m sorry if I was rough. I know it was only your second time?—”

“No, it was perfect. This time and last night. I’m so glad you ended up here.”

He tried settling into the pillows before sitting up and reached underneath the pillow.

Her heart dropped in horror as he pulled out her unicorn dildo.

She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled away from him, recoiling in embarrassment.

Of course, this perfect moment had to be ruined.

“Hello, old friend,” he said to the dildo, seemingly unaware of the panic gripping her.

Her hands slapped over her face as he continued to examine the dildo. “Oh my god.”

“I swear, you keep leaving this for me to find. It’s like naughty hide and seek,” he said in amusement.

She was speechless and sputtering before he realized she was embarrassed.

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