Page 117 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

Ugh. He’sfinallybeginning to understand the gravity of the situation, here. I’m nuttier than squirrel shit over him.

His fingers press inside me, curling, stretching me open. My body clenches hard around him, trying to keep him there, but he teases me, pulling out, pressing back in, no rhyme or reason, just doing whatever.

I wanna beg, but he didn’t give me permission.

Instead, I whimper against the pillow, trying not to move too much. Trying not to displease him.

His fingers disappear, and now I’m empty.

I wait in the silent stillness, turned on and anxious. His body shifts behind me like he’s reaching for something, but I don’t dare look.

I hear him spit just half a second before something warm and wet hits my asshole. I barely have time to suck in a breath before there’s something pushing against it, something hard.

I close my eyes, grit my teeth, and brace for the getback. I earned it.

He presses it inside, slow but relentless, filling me inch by inch. I tighten around it, heat rolling through me in waves, my hands curling into fists, legs trembling in an effort to keep still.

It hurts so good.

“Stay just like that,” he says. “Don’t fucking move.”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

When his dick enters me, I nearly fold.

I blow out a breath, my whole body trembling now. He’s filled both holes, and now I’m at his mercy.

When the first stroke hits me, my eyes roll back, my mouth drops open, and my whole body clenches. The pressure, the fullness, the intensity—it’s too much. I can’t help it…I moan quietly.

“I told you to shut the fuck up.”

I love this.

Why do I love this so much?

My eyes squeeze shut. I have to force myself not to move with him. It’s exquisite torture. So good.

“Yeah,” he says. “Take this fuckin’ dick.”

My hands fist the sheets.

“Pussy so fuckin’ good. I love the way she swallows this fat dick.”

I choke back a moan.

“Yeah, you know better,” he taunts. “This is what you wanted. I’ma slut your ass out tonight.”

His strokes are rough and fast, his breaths ragged.

“And don’t think this means something,” he grits. “It don’t mean shit. It’s just a nut to me.”

My head drops as I bite the inside of my cheek, wondering how I’m gonna make it.

“It’s gon’ be a fat one, too. This wet ass pussy. You hear that shit?”

I do.

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