Page 71 of Echoes of Fear

The red truck slows down at the driveway, like always, before going forward a bit and taking the curve at a decent speed.

“That person will outlive us all with those smart decisions,” I exclaim.

“I don’t think they live down there, though,” Taylor explains. “It’s a dead end. Reynolds’ driveway is around the corner and down a bit, and then there’s Timber Craft Industries at the end of the road. They most likely work there.”

“So much for smart decisions,” I grump. “They’re literally cutting down the very air they breathe.”

“I need to head out before it gets dark. Sure you don’t want to try and come?”

“No, thanks,” I smile. “Will you be gone the whole night?”

“Most likely not,” he turns towards me and places his hands against the house on either side of my head. “Littles have bedtimes. Even the ones who come alone are required to leave no later than nine-thirty. I’ll be home by ten.”

“I’ll be up,” I say breathlessly. He’s so close, and it’s very distracting. “I’ve been working through the Cage’s financial records to see where money is disappearing from.”

“I’ll talk to Ghost,” he says, his breath mixing with my own. “Hayes is a financial analyst. He might be able to help.”

“Oh… uhm… yeah, I can only work with what has been put in the system. Ghost… he can have Hayes… uhm… yeah. What?”

“Is there something the matter, baby?” he smiles, pressing right against my aching dick. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Words. Where are my words?

“My baby is always lost for words when he gets hard. I love that you’re so responsive to me, Knox.”

When Taylor shoves his hand down my shorts and palms my dick through my underwear, my knees weaken, and I know I’m going down.

Taylor’s deep chuckle does nothing to help my growing need as he presses me harder against the house. My entire being submits to his wants, and I just feel.

I hear shuffling and feel a breeze, but I’m so lost in the feeling of this man’s lips, tongue, and teeth on my neck that I have no freaking clue what’s happening.

That is until I feel the silkiness of his dick press against mine and my man's hand wrapping around us both.

“Fudge,” I groan.

“So perfect,” Taylor says against my neck. “Give me your mouth, baby.”

I’m lost in a world of pleasure while Taylor strokes us both. Between the feeling of his hand holding us both together, his tongue dominating my mouth, our pre-cum mixing together to give Taylor’s hands some lube to move faster, and the sound of his grunts and moans, it’s all I can take.

“I’m…” is all I can manage to say.

“You don’t cum until I say you can,” he growls, biting my bottom lip.

He can say that all he wants, but I don’t think I can hold back for much longer.

Taylor finds a spot on my neck that he seems to like.

“Now, Knox,” he says against that spot. “Cum for me, now.”

Taylor bites my neck, and I come loose. I lean my head back and shout my release. Taylor’s hand grips the back of my neck as his own shouts join mine.

“Fuck,” he says, resting his forehead on mine. “That was intense.”

I nod my agreement.

“Let’s go get cleaned up,” he says. “Then, I really do need to go.”

Again, I nod, much to Taylor’s amusement.

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