over her and the world at large that she had been afraid to even give him her name, lest he gain even more ownership over her. The same way that demons were supposedly controlled by the power of one who held their true name.
The same way that naming something gave a sense of understanding the unexplainable.
The look in his eye was one of possession and acquisition. Taylor couldn’t even look at him dead on and she let her lids flutter closed to hold the potency of his gaze at bay. But it didn’t matter that she sealed her vision off as she could still feel the weight of his ogle on her flesh. Her body screamed to take what she needed from him. None of the realities mattered, whether she breathed, where she ate, nor the fact that the man who signed her off on her pay was the same one who would provide her with pleasure. All that she could care about was the way he felt inside her, around her.
She saw him impatiently pluck a short strip of condoms from his pocket. They were the same strip left over from the hotel as one of them was still marked with the proof of purchase sticker used to mark one of the end squares. All three were there and she didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or to ignore the newfound knowledge altogether. It would only serve to make the fact that she thought about their only night often apparent and the last thing she wanted was to feel gauche with him.
But she couldn’t keep the thrill of having Chandler again at bay. Damn if she wasn’t a lucky woman. He was going to be in her bed tonight. And maybe she could sneak a little something in the morning too. But he had to go after that. Contemplating anything beyond pancakes was too premature and this could be nothing more than it was.
Even his gaze was enough to be a lit match tossed onto the gasoline panties she wore for him. Taylor watched as he rolled the condom on top of her cock. Well, she amended the thought, her cock for tonight. After that she was going to let him be a free agent again.
But all of her ruminations were dispelled when he was pressed against her. The thick velvet cap of cock butted against the seam of her pussy and the needy flesh of her sex swelled as if the cunt lips were over ripened fruit dangling from the vine.
She couldn’t get her mind off of the fact that he was here in the flesh, so to speak, and that he was about to fuck her once more.
He seemed to have much more patience than she did though and he merely threatened her with his cock, but never made the commitment to fully breach her. Taylor nipped that in the bud immediately. She arched her back against the wall and popped her hips a tad. The duplicate motions allowed the fat folds of her labia to part and perfectly position the mushroomed end of phallus for entry. The fire in him burned hotly as he grunted once before he gave into her demands without any further hesitation. The cock entered her at an angle that seemed serendipitous as the thick shaft rasped over each tender wall of snatch. When he touched bottom, she bit her own lips torturously and keened with every breath.
Damn. If he didn’t feel fantastic, nothing in this world could lay claim to the descriptive either. When she was stuffed with everything his body could fill her with, Taylor finally felt peace. She still burned with heat but she finally felt the weight of the last weeks fall away from her shoulders. The anticipation of waiting had worn on her and that was gone too. But with the extra burdens were now replaced with the fire of roaring lust and heat was worse than before.
The first night they were together, she had no idea who he was. She had no idea how good a lay he could be. Now, she had not only the desire from before to contend with, but she had the knowledge of what sex with him was like to boot. She had the knowledge of what her body was capable of when crossed with his.
Their sex against the wall was quick and angry, a symbolic crash of symbols and starbursts of
The same way that naming something gave a sense of understanding the unexplainable.
The look in his eye was one of possession and acquisition. Taylor couldn’t even look at him dead on and she let her lids flutter closed to hold the potency of his gaze at bay. But it didn’t matter that she sealed her vision off as she could still feel the weight of his ogle on her flesh. Her body screamed to take what she needed from him. None of the realities mattered, whether she breathed, where she ate, nor the fact that the man who signed her off on her pay was the same one who would provide her with pleasure. All that she could care about was the way he felt inside her, around her.
She saw him impatiently pluck a short strip of condoms from his pocket. They were the same strip left over from the hotel as one of them was still marked with the proof of purchase sticker used to mark one of the end squares. All three were there and she didn’t know whether to take that as a compliment or to ignore the newfound knowledge altogether. It would only serve to make the fact that she thought about their only night often apparent and the last thing she wanted was to feel gauche with him.
But she couldn’t keep the thrill of having Chandler again at bay. Damn if she wasn’t a lucky woman. He was going to be in her bed tonight. And maybe she could sneak a little something in the morning too. But he had to go after that. Contemplating anything beyond pancakes was too premature and this could be nothing more than it was.
Even his gaze was enough to be a lit match tossed onto the gasoline panties she wore for him. Taylor watched as he rolled the condom on top of her cock. Well, she amended the thought, her cock for tonight. After that she was going to let him be a free agent again.
But all of her ruminations were dispelled when he was pressed against her. The thick velvet cap of cock butted against the seam of her pussy and the needy flesh of her sex swelled as if the cunt lips were over ripened fruit dangling from the vine.
She couldn’t get her mind off of the fact that he was here in the flesh, so to speak, and that he was about to fuck her once more.
He seemed to have much more patience than she did though and he merely threatened her with his cock, but never made the commitment to fully breach her. Taylor nipped that in the bud immediately. She arched her back against the wall and popped her hips a tad. The duplicate motions allowed the fat folds of her labia to part and perfectly position the mushroomed end of phallus for entry. The fire in him burned hotly as he grunted once before he gave into her demands without any further hesitation. The cock entered her at an angle that seemed serendipitous as the thick shaft rasped over each tender wall of snatch. When he touched bottom, she bit her own lips torturously and keened with every breath.
Damn. If he didn’t feel fantastic, nothing in this world could lay claim to the descriptive either. When she was stuffed with everything his body could fill her with, Taylor finally felt peace. She still burned with heat but she finally felt the weight of the last weeks fall away from her shoulders. The anticipation of waiting had worn on her and that was gone too. But with the extra burdens were now replaced with the fire of roaring lust and heat was worse than before.
The first night they were together, she had no idea who he was. She had no idea how good a lay he could be. Now, she had not only the desire from before to contend with, but she had the knowledge of what sex with him was like to boot. She had the knowledge of what her body was capable of when crossed with his.
Their sex against the wall was quick and angry, a symbolic crash of symbols and starbursts of
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