Page 44 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

“All night, Ace. Your dick is mine, now. It’s my toy. I wanna play with it all night. Squirt on it. Cream on it. Cum on it. Take it out and suck it, then sit on it again and—“

“Raya, stop talking. Stop fucking talking to me.”

“Boy, fuck you. I say what I want. I ride this dick when I want. And you take it like a good boy. Cuz that’s what you are.”

His eyes roll back again, then shut tight. He’slosing.

I smile and rake my fingernails down his abs, pulling another groan out of him. The most beautiful sound in the world.

“You might be the man at work, but when I’m on this dick, you ain’t shit. You hear me?”

He nods, chest heaving.

“Mmm…” I moan. “Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.”

“Shhh…” He pants, his grip bruising me. “You gotta ease up. I can’t hold it much…longer…ahhhhhh, fuck…”

His body locks up, every muscle going taut like a drawn bowstring. He’s holding onto my hips for dear life, knuckles pale with effort. His mouth falls open, but no sound. Not at first. Just a sharp inhale, his chest expanding before it all rushes out in a hoarse, broken moan. His head tilts back, his eyes roll shut, and his brows pull together like he’s in the deepest kind of agony, the kind that feels too good to fight.

Then a shudder rips through him. I watch his abs contract, his thighs tense, his hips jerking helplessly beneath me. His fingers flex at my skin, clenching and releasing like his nervous system is misfiring, synapses sparking with no clear command. Finally, he lets go, his hands falling away, his body sinking into the bed like he’s a balloon I’ve just popped.

I watch every second of it. Honestly, it’s cinema. 10/10, would fuck again. He’s so damnsexy, and he’smine. This is what I worked so hard for. Two long years. This is my fucking reward.

I feel like I could cum, too.

But I don’t. I just stare as his face relaxes, his mouth parted as he tries to catch his breath. A faint sheen of sweat rests on his forehead. He looks nice and relaxed. Good for him.

But I’m irritated again.

“Did you just cum?”

He laughs sheepishly. “That shit felt too good, Raya. I couldn’t hold it.”

“But I told you not to.”

His smile falters. “Yo, you serious?”

I go cold, sliding off of him to walk over to the dresser, yanking a t-shirt over my head and punching through the arm holes like I’m in a fight with it.

“I’msorry,” he says, his voice strained with desperation. “I didn’t think you would really trip.”

“Whatever,” I say. “Don’t say shit else to me. I’m leaving.”

His cum leaks out of my pussy and slides down my leg. His eyes follow the trail, but he doesn’t move.

“Did you hear me?” I snap a finger to catch his attention. “I’m leaving. Come walk me to my car.”

“Raya. You can’t be serious.”

I stare at him until his shoulders sag.

“You know this is some bullshit, right?”

I say nothing.

His chuckle is tinged with bitterness. “Yo, I ain’t never…something is wrong with you. For real.”

I let my gaze shift to his clothes.

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