Page 43 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

But, I think not.

It’s too soon.

“Fuck,” he grits. “I’m close.”

“I know,” I say, rolling my eyes. “It’s not time.”

“Then don’t fuck me like that.”

“I’ll fuck you however the fuck I want,Ace.”

He shudders, and I feel it in my bones.

Oh.

He likes when I’m mean.

That’s such a relief.

“Don’t cum, yet. I mean it.”

He groans like he’s in pain. “Baby, I can’t control it.”

“Yes, you can.”

I rake my fingers through my hair while I grind against him. So unbothered. Not a care in the world except making Ace my bitch tonight.

“You better try your best,” I warn.

He taps my thigh, but I ignore him. I don’t understand Morse code.

“Chill for a minute,” he grits.

“What does that mean?”

“Bestill.”

“No. Learn how to control your fucking dick, Ace.”

His face balls up. He grabs my hips and tries to still them, but he’s weak in this position. He can’t stop me.

“Look at me,” I demand.

His heavy-lidded eyes drag up to mine.

“You feel how wet I am?”

He nods, swallowing hard.

“Do you really wanna waste that?”

He blows out a breath so deep I almost feel sorry for him.

Almost.

“Don’t disappoint me, Ace. I need you to come through for me tonight.” I bounce up and down, watching his jaw clench as his fingers dig into my hips. “You can’t expect me to ride a dick like this for a few minutes. I wanna stay up here all night.”

“I can’t—“

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