Page 24 of A Date with Fate

Her mumbles barely cut through the haze of need that was settling over my mind. My cock bobbed urgently against her bare legs as I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of that slick, tight grip of her.

“Scott, please. Slow… I’m getting too close.”

I kissed her, using my mouth to distract her, my tongue and teeth teasing her as I continued to pump into her hot, willing body. “Not yet,” I whispered as I pulled away.

Taylor arched and moved against me on the bed, and after a few moments, I let my thumb circle her clit with every pass. Taylor’s heels pressed into the mattress, her need overwhelming my rules as she chased her orgasm.

I pressed gentle kiss after gentle kiss against her lips, trying to quiet her. “Taylor,” I murmured in her ear. “Are you going to let me inside this hot little body?”

Her head bobbed quickly. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Thank fuck, I thought to myself. I thrust my hand harder, making her pant. “When I tell you to come, baby, you’re going to come all over my fingers. Then I’m going to turn you over and take you from behind.”

Taylor moaned.

“You can take it, Tay. Tell me you want that too.”

“Oh…I, oh yes, I want that,” Taylor said, her voice strained as I slowed my hands movement to half time, dragging out these final moments.

Pressing my thumb over her clit, I circled hard, pressing my fingers deep. “Come for me, baby.”

Taylor let out a shout, her body curling towards me as her muscles milked my fingers. Her entire being seemed to quiver around me, and I clamped my eyes shut, trying to maintain control until the end. Trying to wait just a moment longer, just one more clenching pull. “Good fucking girl, Taylor. Let me feel you.”

She whimpered, her body finally slowing.

I leaned over her, kissing her hard, our tongues tangling in a rush. “Roll over, Taylor. Give me those hips.”

Chapter Seven

Taylor

I had to be dreaming. There was no way that this was really happening. Because if it was, a man I’d known for twenty years had just called me a good girl while fingering me to the absolute best orgasm of my life.

And it wasn’t over.

Give me those hips. That's what he’d said. My pussy clenched, still tingling from that explosive finish. But still, there was something underneath that pleasure. A pull to Scott. I wanted what he’d said—I wanted to let him have me. To give myself up to him entirely, maybe because he was one of the only people I could let my walls down with. Entirely.

So I did the only thing I could. I rolled over, letting those enormous strong hands guide them up and back until I was on my knees, the soft pillows under my hands.

As soon as I was in position, his hand smoothed upwards, following my spine until he could curl his hand around my neck. “You good?”

I could only nod, my ass waving around in the air as I searched for him. I needed him. “Scott, I need—”

“I know, baby.” Scott's deep voice was torn now, deep and desperate as I heard fabric shifting around. But then he was back against me, the hot skin of his belly and torso pressing against my ass. He leaned over me, pressing a kiss at my spine, so at odds with the rough way he held my hips and moved me tightly into place.

I needed him. I need to know him like this. To complete the image of Scott Spears that I’d saved in my mind all these years.

A soft curse slipped out of Scott’s mouth, and then I felt it, the hard, hot tip of him notching into place against me. And then his hands tightened. I breathed in, and the next instant, he was inside me. Deep.

I gasped into the pillows, the noise muffled as Scott let out a long, slow groan of his own.

“Hell, Taylor…” His hips began to move. “You’ve got to relax, baby. I can barely move.”

I didn't think I was tensing that much, and I almost turned my head to tell him it was his fault for being bigger than I was expecting, when he thrust back in. His pelvis slapped against my ass when he seated himself inside.

The noise, the way his body was stretching mine, it was enough to make my pussy clench again. “Oh-oh… I—” I tried to speak, tried to tell him to do it again. But I couldn’t, not when he’d pulled back out again, the heavy length of him dragging through my sensitive flesh as he did.

With a grunt, he thrust again, that slapping noise signaling just how far inside he was. I gave up on words, choosing instead to drop my head, my fists tight into the blankets as I took everything Scott gave me.

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