I needed her.
Right then.
Right there.
Right now.
Later, I would realize how fuckin’ stupid it was of me to take her where I took her. Later, I’d tell myself how fuckin’ crazy and exposing it was. But for now…
I dropped down to my knees, placed my hands around her lower hips, and picked her up, scooting her forward until she was all but hanging off of my dresser.
“Holy shit!”
Her gasp of surprise at the move of strength was amusing.
I loved that she never quite expected me to move her around like I did.
Inhaling deeply before I took a nosedive into her pussy, I groaned at the sweet smell of her.
I loved even more the way she tasted.
The flavor burst on my tongue when I practically buried my mouth in her in the next second.
“Gah,” she breathed, her hands going to my hair. “Stop! There’s no way I smell good.”
I looked up at her before I pressed forward, only stopping when my chin met the cleft of her ass.
Then, eyes continuing to stay on her, I licked out, taking a long, tasteful swipe of the best tasting pussy I’d ever had.
I let it be known with my eyes how much I liked the taste of her, because voicing it aloud meant I’d have to stop doing what I was doing.
“You’re crazy.” She shook her head, widening her legs and pressing her flesh fully into my face.
Smothering me in her.
I went to work then, tasting, sucking, licking and cherishing every single inch of her pussy.
I fucked her with my tongue. Sucked on her clit. Nibbled.
Not one single inch of her was left without attention.
I was so lost in what I was doing, enjoying every single fucking second of how she tasted, that I didn’t realize that she was getting frustrated until she yanked me back by the hair.
“God, Taos. Just fuck me already!” she cried. “Your fingers. Your dick. I don’t fuckin’ care, just get in there!”
I chuckled huskily against the apex of her thighs, licking my lips as I came to my feet.
My dick, so long denied, all but pulsed with each beat of my heart.
I was so hard that I could barely stand it, and the only thing holding up my jeans at this point was the engorged flesh.
Her eyes went to my cock almost immediately, and she took pity on me.
Reaching for my cock, she deftly maneuvered me out of my boxers, being careful not to break what I could tell she was about to try to play with.
When she tried to come down off the dresser, I shook my head.
“I’m on a thin and crumbling edge here,” I told her. “You want fucked. You’re getting fucked. But only when it’s right here, right now. If you so much as put your mouth on me, I’m going off without you.”
She pouted so cutely that I had to grin.
“I’ll let you play next time,” I said, removing her hand from around me as I took over with my own hand.
She sat back, her bare shoulders pressing against my dresser mirror, giving me an excellent view of her upper body and her heaving torso.
I looked my fill.
Her hair was disheveled. Her eyes were wide and pupils dilated. Her breasts were jolting, nipples pebbled.
Goose bumps ran down the length of her stomach and between her thighs.
That was a nice little mess.
Her thighs were straining as she balanced on the edge, and her pussy was covered in her excitement.
God, did I want her.
“Taos, stop looking,” she growled, her hand going down to her pussy lips, which she parted. “And fuck me.”
I liked her dirty mouth.
I liked even more that she was telling me exactly what she wanted.
Within two seconds I had myself lined up at her entrance and I was pushing inside.
The height of the dresser, with her on top of it, was the absolute perfect height.
All it took was me to move forward for me to be exactly where I wanted to be.
Her pussy stretched, blooming nicely around my engorged flesh.
She was slick, and she felt like molten fire as I sank into her.
Slowly.
So fuckin’ slowly.
She cried out as I filled her, her head falling back to the mirror, and a delicate lock of hair falling from the haphazard bun on the top of her head to curl enticingly around her nipple.
I all but yanked my gaze away to once again stare at her pussy.
Watched as I filled her until I was sheathed inside of her and she was stuffed so full that she was panting.
I pulled out, my eyes on my cock.
I was covered in her essence, gleaming in the harsh light that was coming down from the LED can lights above our heads.
I thrust back inside, hard and fast, burying myself to the hilt.
She gasped, her hands clenching so hard on the lip of the dresser that her knuckles turned white.
I pulled back and thrust in again, my balls tightening ruthlessly with an impending orgasm.
That’s when I started to count backward from one hundred in my head.
One hundred.
Ninety-nine.
Ninety-eight.
God, hold on just a little bit longer.
Ninety… seven.
Ninety-six.
Ninety… fuck, she felt so good. Tight. Hot. Wet.
Mine.
My release came whether I was ready for it to or not.
It hit me so fast that I couldn’t prepare.
Couldn’t even get her off if I’d wanted to.
One second, I was holding my own, hoping to give her what she wanted and needed, and the next I was coming, filling her up so full of my release that it started to push out around my cock.
My breath left me, and my heart was pounding so hard that I was sure that I was at an unsafe level.
I squeezed my eyes shut as every single bit of my cum left me and filled her.
When I finally opened my eyes, it was to see Fran’s hand reaching down and gathering the wetness at her opening, where I was still buried deep, and bringing it up to her clit.
It was the single hottest thing I’d ever witnessed, her rubbing our cum into her clit, and getting herself off.
When she came, I watched enraptured.
Noticed the small indents on the side of her mouth as her lips pursed. Witnessed the way her nipples pebbled even harder.
Felt the way her pussy rippled, released, and tightened over and over again around my still-hard cock.
Watched a flush start at the tips of those pebbled nipples and move up the length of her chest to her cheeks.
And, the best yet, I witnessed the look of love that was pouring out of her eyes when they finally opened and connected with mine.
Both of our breathing was uneven when I moved us from that dresser to the shower.
It didn’t slow in the shower, either, as I picked up right where we left off.
In fact, we continued that trend all the way into the night and early into the next morning.
When we both finally fell into a deep, exhausted sleep, it was with my arms wrapped tightly around her, her tucked in so close that not a single thing would ever break us apart.
CHAPTER 20
I’m sorry for what I said during burpees.
-Fran to Taos
FRAN
“Taos asked me to go meet his grandmother. The woman that raised him,” I said to my sister the next day.
I’d gone to her house when Taos had to go to the gym, and I hadn’t really wanted to go.
When I’d woken up that morning, I’d started my period, and the last place I wanted to go was a gym where I’d have nowhere really to sit and curl into a ball as I died.