She thought about the man who tried taking her and about his words.
Over a million dollars they want for you. But I found you. You’re mine. And you’re fucking hotter than your pictures. And your fucking tits are huge.
She shivered then felt Taylor’s arms wrap around her, hugging her.
“Don’t be scared. It’s over, and you’re here with me.”
She turned in his arms and stood on tiptoes as she pulled his face lower. “I need you inside of me. I need you taking his voice away and the words he said to me. Please, Taylor, make love to me please,” she begged of him then kissed him.
He kissed her deeply and she got lost in the feel of his touch. His fingers found her pussy and pressed up into her. She reached down for his cock, running her hand back and forth over it, feeling it enlarge and get thicker. She cupped his balls and he moaned into her mouth.
In a flash he pulled fingers from her pussy, gripped her hips, and lifted her up and against the wall. Her back hit the tile and the waterheads cascaded over them, between them, and suddenly she felt hot, faint, needy. She reached under as he did and grabbed hold of his erection then aligned it with her cunt. She sunk down as he pressed upward and then they both exhaled in relief.
“Heaven, fucking heaven,” he said.
She grabbed onto his shoulders, closed her eyes, and got lost in his strokes and the depth of which the act of making love seemed to reach.
“Mercedes. God, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
“Yes, Taylor. More, harder I need you,” she told him and counterthrust downward. He covered her mouth and kissed her again as he stroked faster and faster into her cunt.
She loved the feel, the friction of her breasts rubbing against his pectoral muscles with every stroke. He was her lover, her man, and she adored him. She immediately thought about Kurt and Warner and wanted them, too.
“Fuck, I’m coming. Come with me, baby,” he told her and she felt her body tighten and then his strokes deepen and speed up.
“Taylor. Oh God, Taylor,” she moaned as she came and Taylor grunted and thrust one more time, shooting his seed into her womb. He laid his mouth against her shoulder and neck, his breathing heavy as he recovered.
“Mine. I’ll always be her for you, baby. Always.”
She hugged him tight and prayed that he could do just as he said and be here for her always.
* * * *
“Are you sure? Are you absolutely fucking sure?” Warner asked Gemini over
the phone.
Kurt was next to him listening on speakerphone.
“I closed down the site but not before placing a picture of her handcuffed and blindfolded, wearing panties and a bra, being led by you, smiling. We placed a huge ‘Sold’ sign on the page across the picture. The bids halted, the followers disappeared, and we deleted the account. Plus Slick sent a little virus to all the fuckers who were on the site, so I doubt they’ll be trusting anything R.J.S. National puts up from now on.”
“That’s fucking awesome. God. I hope it worked and that no one will still try to take her,” Kurt said.
“There’s always that chance, but we’ll have to wait and see. In the interim, Miami has organized a team as you requested to destroy the operation. He wants to see you in his office tomorrow,” Gemini stated.
“What’s this about, Warner? Who is Miami?” Kurt asked him.
“I’ll take care of it, Gemini. Thanks for everything you’ve done. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“I sure as shit hope so. Watch your ass. Miami has something up his sleeve.”
“I hear you, and I will.”
Warner disconnected the call and then leaned back in his chair. He had a lot to think about.
“So spill the beans. Who is this Miami and why are you going to see him tomorrow?” Kurt asked.
“He’s one of the connections. The one who has gotten me some pretty fucked-up jobs over the years.”