Page 71 of Mountain Pine
Her breath tickles my skin when she huffs, “Yes.”
“Hold on tight.” I roll her over and keep my thrusts long and steady. Since I already came, round two will be awhile. As long as she’s up for it, of course.
“How does that feel,” I ask, checking in.
“Good. So good, Con.” Taylor rakes her nails down my back. “I feel you everywhere inside me.”
Hiking her leg up, I try a new position. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods and holds onto me.
“You’re divine.” I suck on her neck, my pace quickening. “I don’t ever want to stop.” My pace goes faster. Our bodies slap together. Sweat beads on my brow and chest.
Taylor runs her fingers in my hair, gripping it by the roots. “I think I’m going to come again.”
My body’s screaming from my earlier workout, but there’s no way I’ll change positions, pace, or speednow. I’ll gladly take the pain if I can make her explode again. “Come around my cock like a little slut.”
She whimpers. Her legs around me tighten.
“You want my come inside you?”
Taylor bites her lip and nods.
“Say it. Say you want it.”
“I want you to come inside me.”
“Then take it from me. Wring every drop from my cock with that pussy grip, dirty girl.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders. Her hips meet my thrusts until our bodies clap.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my—” She watches my dick slide in and out of her cunt, coated to the base with her cream. The wet noises are insane. “Fill me up. Making it drip out.”
Those magic words send me over the cliff and I’m free falling into outer space as I release inside her. It seems to go on forever—the sensations, the rush of fluids, the pulse of her cunt around my dick. My whole ass body shakes as I try to shove myself even deeper into her. She gasps and her mouth drops open in a silent scream.
Taylor falls back onto the pillow panting. “Holy shit.”
I don’t want to pull out yet, but I do. “Are you hurt?” The instant I slide out of her, I see a little blood on my dick and want to throw myself into the wood chipper. “Shit, Taylor, you’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re… you’rebleeding.” I’m thrown into caretaker mode. “Hang on. Don’t move.”
She snags my arm, stopping me from leaving. “I’m fine.”
“That’s notfine.” It’s just a little pink, but anypink is bad news. “I hurt you.”
“I think you just rearranged my organs a little.”
“Not funny.”
“I’m not hurt. I swear.” Taylor sits up and frowns at me.
I’m not buying it. “At least let me clean you up.”
When she doesn’t argue, I hurry into her bathroom, soak a washcloth with warm water, and rush back. She tries to take it from me, but I shake my head. “Let me. Please. If I don’t do this myself, I’ll feel like a barbarian.”
She spreads her legs and there’s a wet spot on her bedding. Gently wiping her, I make sure to clean up as much as possible. Taylor whimpers when I press the towel to her pussy. Shit. I knew it. “I was too rough.”
