Page 91 of Charmed, I'm Sure
His mouth covered mine, cutting off my rambling. After thoroughly silencing me with his lips, he pulled back and flipped me onto my stomach.
Oh.Oh.
Fucking hell, he actually knew what that was?
His warm hands caressed the curve of my ass. The anticipation built like a storm as I heard the unmistakable sound of a condom packet tearing. Excitement and nerves tangled in my belly when I felt the head of his cock nudge against my slick center.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he pushed inside, inch by inch, filling me to the brim.
My body stretched around him, the ache sweet and satisfying. When he was fully seated, his weight settled over me like a comforting blanket, and I moaned, “As amazing as this feels, I need you to move, cowboy.”
“I know, sunshine.” His voice was tight with restraint. “But give me a second.”
I wiggled my hips, testing his control, and his grip tightened immediately. The sound of his palm meeting my ass echoed in the room, followed by the sting that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Well, well, well,” he murmured, his hand kneading the sting away. “Do you like being spanked, cher?”
“Y-yes.” The word tumbled out unbidden, and I pressed my hips back toward him, inviting more.
Taylor chuckled darkly, driving into me with a force that made my breath hitch. “Good to know.”
Taylor’s pace turned punishing, his thrusts precise as they hit that perfect spot inside me over and over. My grip on the sheets tightened, knuckles whitening as I braced myself against the headboard. Every motion sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and it wasn’t long before the familiar pressure began building low in my belly.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my voice breaking as the tension coiled tighter.
But just as I teetered on the edge, Taylor pulled out, and I whined in frustration, shooting him a glare over my shoulder.
“Easy, sunshine,” he said with a smirk, his hands gripping my hips to flip me onto my side. Lifting my leg, he draped it over his shoulder, the new position bending me in ways I didn’t think possible.
“Hey—oh,” I gasped as he slid back inside, the angle hitting even deeper than before.
“You okay?” His ocean-blue eyes searched mine, softening slightly even as his movements remained firm.
“Yeah, just don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it, cher.”
Taylor leaned down, bending me further as he captured my lips in a bruising kiss. His hips rocked into me with unrelenting rhythm, the friction against my clit pushing me closer to the edge. Warmth flooded my body as his hands roamed over my curves, caressing, kneading, claiming.
Every nerve ending was alight, and my head tilted back, breaking the kiss as a ragged moan escaped. My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him.
Wherever his hands were, his mouth followed. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that concealer would become my best friend over the next few days with the way he was sucking at my skin.
I needed to feel every inch of him. Needed to be consumed by him.
Pressure built low in my belly as I neared the release I so desperately craved, and I whined as Taylor pulled away from my lips and sat up straight. His eyes burned into mine, desire flaming in those ocean blues as he pressed his hand flat against my abdomen and swirled his thumb on my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my back bowing as pleasure swept through me.
“I’m so close,” I mewled, my eyes sliding closed as it all became too much.
“Eyes on me, baby. I want to see you when you come on my cock for the first time.” My eyes flew open, latching onto his. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
“Taylor,” I breathed, barely able to form words as the pressure built to an unbearable height.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered. The circles he drew were firm but teasing, coaxing me higher with every pass. “Come on, Magnolia. Give it to me. I want to feel you fall apart.”
My body obeyed before my mind could catch up. The orgasm tore through me like a lightning strike, stealing my breath and blurring my vision. My walls clenched around him, drawing a deep groan from his lips as he continued to drive into me, prolonging the ecstasy until I was trembling.
“Fuck,” he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a final deep stroke, he buried himself inside me, his release triggering another wave of pleasure that rippled through my oversensitized body.
