chapter 12
Trista
We traveled to Athens by a helicopter with Dimitris as the pilot and Taylor next to him. Pretty boy looked like a kid in a candy store, ecstatic and giddy with joy.
Dimitris landed on a helipad atop his building. He was a great host and showed us to the seventh floor, where the guestrooms were located. Apparently, the other floors were for entertainment, dining and living room, with the gym and the penthouse being his quarters. His home was not decorated in an over the top fashion. Black and white with understated style left us all feeling comfortable.
Taylor and I didn’t speak to each other unless it was necessary, and I liked it that way. I hoped it would continue until the month was up.
After a nice rowdy dinner, Dimitris took us clubbing. I caught Lindsey a few times giving Dimitris a look. The Look. I planned to ask her about that once we were alone.
We had barely finished our first mojitos when Lindsey stood up and started to dance right in front of the guys. “Come on my pretty girlfriends, let’s get crackin’.” She took Emma’s hand on one side and mine on the other.
It was thrilling to be around my friends. Even though Amber wasn’t with us, the feeling of security I got from Emma and Lindsey was enough for me. Tonight, I had to try to forget about everything. After all, I had less than a month to enjoy my time of being alone here. Once I got back to the motherland, shit might hit the fan. Who really knew what the future held?
For a good hour, the three of us danced like old times. Emma and I were rather surprised—okay, we were definitely surprised—when Dimitris interrupted us and asked Lindsey to dance with him. “Um, maybe later? I’m still busy with my friends,” Lindsey said with hesitation.
Huh. Wasn’t she flirting with him earlier? What had happened in that short amount of time from Aspasia to Athens for her to act odd?
Dimitris turned his attention to us, Emma and I in particular. “Do you ladies mind if I borrow your friend for a while?”
“Go ahead. Take care of my boo, D.” Emma winked at Lindsey.
Lindsey blushed! Um, what the hell? It was rather odd to see her in such a shy, reddened condition. “I’m okay with it, Lindsey likes her McHotties.” I said McHotties in my best southern drawl to mask it from Dimitris, but Lindsey understood and she just gave me a murderous glare.
When I saw Emma gaze up to where our table was located, she was just staring with an enamored look in her eyes, at Bass, who was laughing with one of the guys who had just arrived to join him.
“Go be with him. You know you want to.” I urged her on.
She merely shook her head. “He’s great isn’t he?”
Duh, Emma? “I think the whole world thinks he is. Look around, tell me, how many here think he’s great?” I pointed her chin to the gawking female fans vying to get a glimpse of the movie star. Suddenly, I realized how hard this must be for her. Someone always wanted a piece of Bass. How did she do it?
“You know, there were rumors that some of the extras made this bet as to who could get Bass in bed first? I know he won’t, but it doesn’t make me stop thinking about it.” She bit her lip and focused those cornflower blue eyes at me, questioning, worried. “When we go back to the real world, do you think we’ll survive LA?”
Dude, I sucked at giving advice. Have you seen my life? Of course, I shut my trap and tried to be a good friend, though. “I can’t speak for Bass, I don’t know him that well, but from what I have observed, he’s nuts about you, Doll. I can’t honestly tell you if you guys will be okay when you get back. You know more than anyone what kind of temptations are around tinsel town. You have yours, too, but no matter what you do, just try to stay real. I know it’s freaking ironic that I would give you advice after what I’ve done with my life, however you have a chance here at great happiness, Em. I want that for you.”
Emma’s stunning face suddenly contorted at my response. “You have to stop it with this shit about you messing up your life. You made a big mistake, but that doesn’t mean you can’t move on from it. That doesn’t define who you are, Trista. Please, I don’t want to hear anymore of you degrading yourself this way. We all make mistakes that we aren’t proud of. No more being sorry for yourself, okay?” Emma reached out and gave my hand a squeeze. Her kind eyes made me want to weep.
If you only knew the extent of what I had done, you might not think that. “I’ll try. That’s all I can do. Now, why don’t you go and keep your man company? I’m going to find one of my own for the night.” I shooed her away. After a minute of convincing her that I was okay, she left and strode towards where Bass was sitting with the other actors that were in the film with them.
Since I was in dire need of a drink, I ordered my Adios Mother F*cker. When I held out my card, a man shoved his card into the bartender’s grasp instead. Stunned, I just gave him a “what was that for?” look. Instead of explaining himself, he held out his hand. “Alexandros Pallis.” The tall Greek man introduced himself. He was tanned with jet-black hair and dark eyes, and a sexy, drool-worthy accent. Sign me up, please!
My fun, frilly self came out automatically. “Trista, just Trista.” I shook his hand, and didn’t let go of it.
We started talking about his life. He was twenty-eight years old, and worked for his father in their family company. One thing I noticed with these Greek men was that when they were interested in a woman, they made it known in such a way that a woman knew his intentions, yet they did it in a nice fashion, like a dance. Take Dimitris, for example, that man hadn’t moved his eyes from Lindsey since the moment he’d met her. We all knew what his intentions were without him seeming overbearing. I suppose, I could refer to it as court dancing. It was a refreshing thing to see for a change. I mean, I didn’t have anything against the American way. “Ooh, baby you look mighty fine. Want to bounce and chill somewhere?” or “Hey, girl. You look hot. Want some beer?” There’s nothing really wrong with it. To be quite honest, the words used didn't matter when the guy was good looking. However, it’s nice to see a different approach to it, I suppose.
We chatted for about half an hour. Alexandros was a gentleman and I was pleased to know this. I knew deep down he must want to score with me tonight, yet it was amazing how unobvious he was. We drank and danced for an hour or so. He didn’t even try to kiss or grope me on the dance floor, which I found rather odd. Men usually bust out their dry-humping skills when dancing, he just danced. Although, I knew sooner or later, he would make a move on me.
I was proven right ten minutes later.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Alexandros asked, lifting my chin to match his gaze.
Well, here it is. “Sure, that actually sounds good.” I smiled at him. A big part of me wanted to go through this just to get it over with. It had been far too long since I had fun with any man, other than Harry, between the sheets. A small part of myself, however, told me that this might not be something I wanted to do.
“Ne, I think tonight will be good for us.” Alexandros took hold of my hand and guided us off of the dance floor.
I knew that before I left the club, I needed to tell my friends. It would be disrespectful and irresponsible of me not to. I scanned the place for Lindsey and found her busy dancing with Dimitris. From the looks of it, something hot was brewing with those two, so I didn’t really want to disturb them. That only left me with Emma to tell, who was back at the VIP table with Taylor, Bass and a few of the other actors from the set—Mo McCormack, Tanya Welsh and Vincent de la Cruz. I wanted to just leave and not go over to the table, but I knew they would be worried if I didn’t tell them where I was going.. “Do you mind waiting here? I have to tell my friends where I’m going.” I also asked him to call my cellphone so I could give his number to Emma. I needed to make sure that it was really his phone and not a phony one. I then had him text me his address as well, just to be sure. I may have no problem with a one-night hook-up, however, I wasn’t stupid enough to go off on my own with a guy without some kind of assurance that I would be safe, like get their entire background check—okay, pure bull—but somewhere along the lines, if possible. Other men would have reacted differently, but Alexandros simply wasn’t bothered by it. “I can give you my identification card, too, if you need it?” He gave a humorous laugh. He was teasing, but I also knew he meant it.
“No need. This is perfect.” I pressed my body against his and whispered against his ear. “I’ll be back.”
As I walked towards the VIP section, I gave myself a mini pep talk. I had been so blinded by my determination to get over Harry that I didn’t anticipate a little hesitation on my part. I knew I needed to get through this. I couldn’t pine away for Harry. For a year, I’d been so blinded by lust and love for him, nothing else had mattered. There was no future with Harry, though. What he did to me after he found out about the baby was totally inexcusable. Plain and simple, black and white, the man was a Triple A-A*shole.
When I got to the table, I smiled when Emma pulled me down next to her. “Hey!” I hollered. The rest of them greeted me back. I didn’t risk glancing at Taylor. I just wanted to pretend that he was not around. The less eye contact I made with him, the better… and it seemed to be working quite fine.
“You look happy.” Emma observed, smiling at me.
You do, too, Doll. You look like someone lit you up. “Do I? Well, I wanted to talk to you about that.”
Bass’s head popped up next to Emma’s shoulder. “Want to introduce the man? Hold on, don’t tell me you’re leaving with him so soon?” Bass was checking Alexandros out, as he was clearly visible from up here. Bass had no trouble picking out the right man, Alexandros’s eyes were trained on me.
I shot Bass a winning smile. “I am, actually. I have his number and addy. I will text it to Emma now. Is that cool?”
“Um, well, I guess if you really have to…” Emma was biting her lip. She only did that when she’s unsure, nervous, or thought something wasn’t a good idea.
I was busy going through my phone and didn’t look up until I was done. “What?” I questioned the handsome blonde couple. Why was Emma being a pooper?
Emma pressed her lips together, before she spoke again. “I just don’t want you in harm’s way. We’re in a large city now, a place you’re unfamiliar with, a foreign country where you don’t speak the language.”
Damn. The woman started busting out her formal speech. I had to get out of here before Lindsey joined us. If Emma was reacting this way, Lindsey would be worse. I was actually surprised Taylor hadn’t butted in on the conversation yet. It was so unlike him, but who cares? “There’s nothing to worry about. I have GPS on my phone. You’ll know where I am. We good?”
Emma went on pressing pressed her lips together again. I knew the rest of the table was listening to us talking because they became silent. The music thudded loudly around us.
Bass wrapped his arms around Emma’s neck before he directed his attention to me. “Promise us that you’ll have your phone on at all times. Don’t forget to mention that you know people who will hunt him to the ground if he doesn’t return you in perfect condition. If he does something you’re not comfortable with, we’ll come get you at any hour. Be safe, alright?” He kissed Emma’s cheek before continuing, “Your friend here worries, as we all do. Warn him that you have Dimitris Kosta on your speed dial. That should scare him off.”
I had learned tonight that Dimitris was from an influential family. They had a powerful lineage and a lot of money . , H h is ancestors had a part in forming Greece’s history. Who could thump that? I overheard this information from Mo McCormack, one of the actors, as he spoke in an animated fashion to Tanya Welsh.
“Got it, Boss.” I gave Emma and Bass a quick hug (So cool! I’m tight with the Badass BC!). Before leaving, I bid everyone else goodnight—ignoring Taylor, of course. When I strutted away from them, I could feel his eyes on me, burning holes in my back. It bothered me that we have this weird, push and pull tug of war with each other. A man that could make me feel this way without fully knowing him, one that I haven’t even kissed—let alone had sex with—was perplexing. The only reasonable explanation that I could come up with other than The Hero Syndrome, Syndrome , was that Taylor always seemed to be there when I was about to break down into tears. I hated that he got a glimpse of my inner scars, my constant pain and what lurked in my darkened soul.
When I was close to reaching Alexandros, I shoved my lousy thoughts away. “Ready, omorfi mou?” he drawled as he wrapped his arms around me, his eyes sparkling.
Talking to me in Greek earned him extra brownie points. “What’s omorfi mou?” It sounded off when I pronounced it, like I was a total wannabe. I sucked at languages, anyway.
“Omorfi means beautiful. Mou means my. My beautiful girl.” Alexandros broke it down for me in such a cute way. I almost didn’t want to think about how possessive he sounded when he said my. We barely just met and he calls me that in no time. I’m definitely not in America.
“That’s sweet, but we should get going.” My hand reached out to take his before he guided us towards the exit.
I let out a loud gasp when a large hand tightly grasped my arm. “I don’t think so. Sorry bud, but you can’t leave with her.” Taylor’s clear commanding voice hung in the air. I could hear the underlying threat in his words. By the look in his eyes, he wasn’t about to be toyed with.
“Who is this man to you?” Alexandros directed the question to me, his accent more pronounced. His patience looked like it was running out.
“He’s a friend of my friend. He’s just looking out for me, nothing more, honest.”
When I felt Alexandros’s hand grip mine, I knew I had to interrupt before he said something that would detonate Taylor. The last thing I needed was for them to fight. “Taylor, back off. This isn’t funny anymore!” My small hand tried to detach his fingers from my arm; instead of letting go, he held it tighter.
“Do I look like I’m cracking jokes to you, Trista?” Taylor hissed, his words were directed at me, but his eyes were glued to Alexandros, unfaltering.
Seriously, how humiliating was this?
“I’m sorry about this. Let me just talk to him for a second,” I said to Alexandros. Glaring, I spoke to Taylor. “We need to talk. You have gone way overboard!”
Without much consideration, Taylor dragged me with him. My steps had a hard time keeping pace. He was acting like a major brute and was pissing on my parade. Enough was enough.
We reached a darkened turn, Taylor reached for the first door he could get open, made sure it was empty then yanked me inside by my arm.
An angry growl erupted from within me as I violently shook his hand off. “You stupid shit! I’m so sick of this idiotic, damsel in distress, rescue protocol you’ve been exhibiting!” I screamed at him before he even closed the door.
A grating laugh came from him. “You’re calling me stupid? Well, that’s very generous of you. You should look into the mirror first before you call someone else stupid!”
Aw, hell no! The claws and fists were definitely coming out now.
Raging with violent ire, I closed the gap between us in a blink of an eye. With my hands, I pushed him backwards. “How. F*cking. Dare. You!” I emphasized each word with a hard push until he was against the wall. “You have no right to get into my business. You saved my life, thank you, but that doesn’t give you the right to f*ck it for me. It’s my life. My right if I want to f*ck it up or not.”
In a flash, he swiftly switched us, and now I was the one trapped against the wall. My crazy rant had little effect on him. My intentions clearly did not register. In fact, he was incensed with rage, absolutely livid in his own right. He looked like a man who was beyond his limit. “You are a f*cking selfish woman. Get out there and face reality! The world doesn’t revolve around you, Trista! So, what if your boyfriend broke up with you? Big f*cking deal! Toughen up. Life is a big boot camp. Grow some backbone, you self-centered brat.” He furiously spat at me, our faces inches from each other.
SLAP! My palm connected to his cheek with a swift movement. Taylor made a harsh growl. His eyes looked completely dangerous.
Yet, none of it fazed me. I had never known uncontrollable rage until tonight. Where does he get off insulting me like he’s known me all my life! “How dare you! You don’t know me, so you don’t have the right to criticize my actions. Get off your high and mighty f*cking horse, Taylor. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not perfect and I don’t claim to be. I make mistakes, all the time, but that doesn’t make me a bad person. You can’t just stand there and judge me like a bystander watching the drama unfold before your insipid eyes. YOU. KNOW. NOTHING!”
Taylor’s face was an inch from mine, but I wasn’t going to back down, never again. The room seemed small and the only sound my senses could pick-up and concentrate on were the sounds of our shortened breaths, along with the frantic, manic speed of my heartbeat, I couldn’t even hear the club music anymore. It became grave when he didn’t respond immediately.
When he did speak, I was a little surprised. “Then make me understand. Why are you doing this to yourself? I can’t ignore how your eyes always reveal pain. Yet, the only thing you want to achieve is to f*ck it out of your system. Do you honestly know what you’re doing, Trista? Do you really want to go through sleeping with all these men and regret it the next day?” Taylor asked in a worried tone, but his hardened demeanor did not thaw, not one bit.
Heck, people always used sex to get over someone. It’s been a well-practiced theory ever since humans knew what heartbreak was. “I do know what I want! I want to f*ck nameless and faceless men. If you have a problem with that, too bad, because I don’t give a flying f*ck.” My honesty seemed to throw him off, but it did little to ease the tension between us. It was maddening and I badly wanted for him to fight back. I had so much to let off my chest and Taylor made it easy for me to target him as my emotional punching bag.
He closed the hairsbreadth space between us. Cheek to cheek, my heart galloped loudly against his wildly beating heart. “Fine, you want to f*ck. You want to lose yourself in sexual gluttony to forget whatever shit you’re going through. Well, I’ve got the best solution for you. Why don’t you use me instead? I’ll do whatever you want. Use me however you want.” His husky, downright seductive voice sent acute, electrifying waves of potent arousal into my core. My underwear suddenly felt moist. Shit.
My body tensed and clenched as I tried to hold back from responding to him. His offer was tempting, but I couldn’t possibly consider the idea. Taylor evoked emotions that were too troubling for me to entertain. I already feared I had the Hero Syndrome crap going on. He’d already rattled me. If I added sex on top of the list, it would be too much to handle. Besides, the fact that I might see him in LA, yeah, I had reason enough to back away.
I needed him to fight back and dash that idea of him as my stud slave. “Who the hell do you think you are? Swooping in like you’re some cock in shining armor? This is stupid.” I stomped past him. Taylor immediately grabbed my arm and dragged me back against the wall. For the first time tonight, my eyes examined my surroundings. A sizable, square, office table, a small couch and about eight filing cabinets summed up the space in its entirety. I noted how the room was dimly lit. The only lights were the small red dot on the smoke alarm and a tiny night-light.
Taylor extended his left arm to reach the door. I freaked when I heard the lock click. Aw, hell no. Who did he think he was messing with, a f*cking Barbie? I moved and tried to reach the door. “Get me the hell out of here, you stupid prick!” I shoved past him, but his steel-hardened arm circled my hip, as he swiftly dragged me towards the table. He planted my ass at the edge and his daunting body ensconced my tiny frame, trapping me until I was at his mercy.
I peered at him, my body fearful yet thrilled at the same time at his crass, dominating attitude. “What the hell, Taylor—”
His eyes were dark and formidable, unreadable. Utterly and completely menacing. “SHUT. THE. F*ck. UP! Trista. For once, just shut the f*ck up!” He barked at me before he savagely devoured my lips. He kissed like a man who was famished. It was voracious, punishing, and absolutely ravenous—like a man who was at the point of no return.
Hell, I devoured him like he was my last meal on earth, too. His barbaric he-man behavior inflamed by body and it surrendered to him without hesitation. One touch of his lips was all it took, all fight and conviction completely left me.
I couldn’t help moaning when he held me possessively, kissed me passionately. I threw my head back when he started to nip my neck. “I promise I’ll f*ck you good. So, good, you will forget about that guy that you’re so in love with.”
Oh, yes. The images his words paint in my mind were definitely what I needed. Dirty mouth Taylor, now that I can sign up for! It was fascinatingly sexy and utterly delicious. It was a serious turn on. Hell, I was deliriously turned on. I had an idea of what it would be like to be in his arms, but this was beyond what I had contemplated. This animal of a man was unexpected.
“Hurry up and f*ck me, then. I’ll let you know after if lived up to that offer.” I ordered, but inside, I was begging. I was beyond saving now. My body fevered for his touch, for his possession.
He immediately parted my legs. My dress slid upwards, giving him access to my womanhood. Fascinated, I watched his head drift down to the V of my thighs. His nose touched my lace thong and I stilled when I heard him inhale my scent. I was taken aback when he bit the top of my slit, over the thong. “Shit!” I unexpectedly hissed. It wasn’t painful or anything, but I was shocked. What kind of kinkiness was this guy into?
I got my answer when he started to eat me out over my thong. It was unexpected and completely different from anything I had experience before, but maybe a change would be good. I certainly didn’t need to be reminded of Harry. That man was a fan of traditional, missionary style f*cking.
Taylor’s large hands slid underneath me where he gripped my ass cheeks, locking me in place, at the mercy of his mouth. I started to pant when I felt his hot tongue trace the side of my thong, gliding across it in a torturous motion, seeking entrance to my p-ssy. The first feather-like stroke was heavenly. I was dripping wet, burning hot, and f*cking ready. Yet Taylor continued taking the long route and I didn’t know if I should moan or cry from frustration. “Oh. I. Taylor!” I incoherently said as that powerful tongue of his gave my * a lashing, beating it with grueling accuracy.
“More, I want more,” I panted, throwing my head back, My fingers reached out and clutched his hair, pushing my p-ssy into his face. A whimpering sound came from me when he stuck a finger inside my hot entrance. He used that finger to probe and tease me, while his thumb rubbed my *oris at the same time. With his left hand doing its ministrations on my p-ssy, Taylor slowly trailed kisses, over my dress, from my navel all the way to my chest. From the valley of my breasts, he stuck his tongue out and licked his way up until he reached the crook of my neck. He nipped there and sucked on my earlobe as his right-hand hastily unhooked my halter-top, exposing my breasts.
He groaned at the sight of them. “God, these tits. I’ve lusted for them for far too long.” His large hand cupped one, feeling its weight before he gave it a hard squeeze. His thumb speedily circled my nipple while his mouth bit and sucked the life out of my other breast. Three different parts, three different sensations, all with a relentless mission to make me come while getting me ready to be f*cked by this gifted man.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked, looking up at me, while his tongue flicked over my puckered nipple.
I barely heard him in my abandoned state. “Yes, definitely. Yes. But I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
Still looking at me, he playfully bit into the pebbled form. “Me, neither, I’ve always worn one. Can I take you without it? I have the condom if you request it, but I want to f*ck you, skin to skin, and feel you clench around my cock as you come for me.”
My hips buckled when he stuck another finger inside my hole, stretching me, prepping me for his cock. I felt a gush of wetness as it trickled and dripped down to my ass. Out of nowhere, Harry’s face appeared in my mind. Harry… I f*cking miss him. No, no no. I won’t let him ruin this for me. There was no doubt in my mind that I still loved the prick. If Harry asked me back in person, I knew there was little chance I would decline him. Selfish, yeah, but love makes people stupid. Unfortunately, I’m part of the rat pack.
“Condom, Taylor.”
“Whatever you wish,” he fluidly responded before he captured my breast again.
I let out a moan when Taylor’s fingers went berserk on my G-spot. My mind shut down on me completely, and all I could focus on was the punishing pleasure that was being done to my breasts, and the violent throb in my womanhood. I sobbed, begged and moaned at the same time. I was just so out of it. I cried out when his mouth left my breast and harshly bit into my neck. “Harrrry, I want more,” I screeched out, grinding my hips into motion.
In a blink of an eye, lips, hands and mouth were not touching me. I felt bereft from the sudden impact of the departure of his hot body on me. “Do I look like Harry to you?” He asked in a tone that chilled my bones, his eyes glaring murderously.
It was almost enough, almost, to douse me out of my horny state. Hell, I cringed when I realized that I said it out loud. What a f*cking gaffe. “No, hell. I apologize. Can we get a move on now?” I pleaded, but he was immovable. His jaws locked as he kept looking at me like he hated me on sight. “Why are you angry, anyway? Can you really blame me for calling out his name? I haven’t been with anyone since him.”
“It’s insulting, Trista,” Taylor said through gritted teeth.
I knew it was, but it had already been said. I couldn’t take it back. Certainly, I was more than ready to continue kissing and touching him. “Not going to happen, again. Are you done being a cry baby?” My eyes darted to his pants, and by God, I devoured that hard-on with them. I wanted him like a drug. He had gotten me into this aroused condition, he simply couldn’t back out now.
“Watch that mouth of yours, Trista. I’ll make you pay for that foolish blunder.” Taylor threatened.
I watched in fascination when he started to move and strip before me. His toned, sculpted body and chiseled six-pack whetted my appetite some more. “You’re beautiful.” I wanted to say, but held the words from leaving my lips. Instead, my mouth parted in awe as my tongue licked around my lips, in a full circle when he took his jeans off. “Oh, God,” I gasped. As turned on as I was, the reality of the situation still hit me. I was going to have sex with a man who wasn’t Harry. Before I met Harry, it hadn’t mattered. But it did now, because I had fallen in love. It was stupid, but I felt like I was betraying that love.
Feeling guilty, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see anything. All I needed was to feel. I want to feel good… just enough to take this ache in my heart away, even if just for a short time. I wanted to forget Harry and his touch. Just for a while, I wanted him banished from my thoughts.
I felt Taylor’s large hands skim my thighs as he roughly parted them and planted himself in between them. I heard the tear of the condom packet. Condom in place, he held my hips and pushed me onto the edge of the table, my ass hanging halfway off. “Open your eyes.” He harshly demanded.
No.
I shook my head.
His hand gripped my jaw and leveled my face to him. “OPEN. THEM.”
Grudgingly, I did as he commanded. The second our eyes met, he roughly entered me, filling me with his thick, enormous cock. “Does it feel like Harry, now?” He spat out, staring into me, penetrating my eyes while he f*cked me. “Does it?” Taylor grated again, demanding.
His fast, rapid, calculated thrusts were done with exact precision, each time he slammed back inside me, I felt him stretch me completely, filling me to capacity. Each stroke expelled beautiful, carnal friction. The sound of him f*cking me with the loud slapping noise my wetness made each time our bodies connected, was truly delicious. No, Harry doesn’t f*ck like this and certainly doesn’t have a monster of a cock. “No. This is definitely, you,” I shakily whispered as he numbingly pounded my p-ssy.
“Say my name. Say it!” He grated in my ear. He was making damn sure I knew who was f*cking me. Damn it with men and their prideful egos!
God, this man was going to kill me. He used my entire body to cruelly punish me with his cock, crushing my p-ssy. “Taylor,” I moaned his name.
“F*ck!” He groaned out. The sudden feeling of his hot body away from mine made me ache with need. Still buried deep inside, he swiftly rolled me on my stomach. I was positioned with half of my body on the table, my ass up in the air, legs stretched to their limit and my feet planted on the floor. “Perfect. Now, I’m going to put all of it inside you,” He braggingly exclaimed.
I blinked back a few times. My breasts felt heavy and too sensitized on the table. The throb inside my nether was uncontainable. “What do you mean? That wasn’t all of it?” I whispered, thrilled.
Taylor’s fingers sunk into the skin of my ass cheeks. He simply chuckled at my question. It was like a warning of what was to come. With a tight grip, he opened and lifted my ass before he rammed his cock in full force, and its entirety, into my salivating hole, hard. He filled me more than he had earlier, filled me more than anyone ever had. “No, This is all of it.” he expressed with such potent hunger.
Holy f*ck. “Jesus! Taylor!!!” I bellowed with as much praise as there was surprise. I’ve never felt this full in my life. It was an alien feeling. It was too much to bear, but it was too good of a feeling to refuse and I couldn’t get enough of him.
I was gasping and panting while Taylor took liberties with my p-ssy f*ckhole , marking his territory, making it known who was the boss. “Do you want to come, Trista?” He asked in between thrusts.
“Yes.” Please.
“Talk to me dirty and use my name, this time.” Taylor placed his thumb where my * and his cock met, teasing the sensitive skin. My body was on fire, different delirious sensations rioted in all directions. It was ludicrous.
“Seriously?” I panted, a little confused at his request. I don’t do dirty talk during sex. I was a smart-mouth in other things, but never ever during intercourse.
“I won’t make you come until you do.” The Boss warned.
I groaned. I want release. No, I needed it! “Please, pound me harder, Taylor. Use that big cock to f*ck me until I can’t walk anymore.” I hissed when he tugged on my hair while he pounded me as I requested. “F*ck, Tayyy… looor!” I screamed. My orgasm entirely took over, seizing me completely as I sobbed his name.
With his hand gripping my hair still, he turned my head sideways, so he could kiss me. He stroked me torturously as he rolled his hips in a steadfast motion. He left my lips and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to f*ck your cunt like it’s my gateway to nirvana. I’m going to crush, pound and kill this sweet, little p-ssy of yours. Do you want to be f*cked like that, my beautiful hellcat?” His tongue and teeth nibbled on my ear.
F*ck! I was stuttering because I just had an intense orgasm, and Taylor’s relentless cock was seriously killing my brain functions. “Yes…”
He moaned as he sucked on my earlobe. “Do you want to be f*cked like a little whore or like a good girl?”
Hottest question, ever! “A whore,” I deliriously moaned.
He softly chuckled and it sent delicious thrills through my body. “That’s the spirit. Are you ready to come again, my little whore?” Taylor asked as his large hand connected on my ass cheek, fiercely slapping it twice.
F*ck, I loved it when he talked dirty. The spankings combined with his dirty words, simply drove me insane. “Absolutely.” I gripped the ends of the table as he showed me how a whore was to be f*cked. Both of his hands wrapped around my neck, gripping me hard, but still loose enough for me to breathe, as he impaled me.
Taylor made a loud, animalistic howl as he hammered me with his big cock. It dominated my existence. That cock f*cked me until pain and pleasure pushed me to the edge. It felt like freefalling in the most extraordinary way. My body roared as another orgasm wholly obliterated me. “Taylor!” I screamed until I couldn’t anymore. I was seeing black and white stars everywhere. I had never orgasmed so hard in my life.
He came a minute after I did. Both hands cupping my breasts as his entire body hardened, his cock expanded before he shot his hot semen. “Trista!” He hissed in my ear. He stroked his cock a few more times to get all of his spunk out. His lips kissed around my spine. Kisses trailed onto my shoulder and neck. I spun my head halfway to meet his lips and we kissed feverishly.
With my eyes closed, he broke off our kiss and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. “Shit, Tris. I think I have just found my drug. It’s p-ssy crack.” Our bodies were still connected, sweaty and heaving from our animalistic mating.
Sex with Taylor was truly an out of this world experience and that’s all it should be. Plain and simple, black and white with no gray in between. As long as we kept it that way, I would happily comply. “Good, cause your monster got the job. I’m giving it an endless supply of me.”
I earned a spanking with that remark. “Monster cock. Only you would say such things out loud.” His palm massaged the part he just hit. “I’m going to keep you sated, Trista. You will want for no one. I can guarantee you that.”
His monster to cure me, ha!
We shall see Taylor.