Claiming Her - Tory Baker Page 0,9

My other hand gathers my night gown, lifting it above my hips before delving into my panties. I can already feel myself wet with desire; it’s pouring out of me. All the while thinking if Slade were in this room, he’d be naked, skimming over my skin, teasing me every step of the way. My fingers find my bare, soaked to the core pussy. I tease the lips of my center before dipping my middle finger inside at first, and my center clenches down on it as if it was mimicking Slade’s length. I add another finger, causing me to gasp out loud, “Slade.”

My head tips back. I want Slade inside me, not my fingers.

“Oh, God.” I speed up my pace with my fingers while my other hand pinches my nipple. I swear I can feel Slade’s lips licking up and down every single curve of my body.

In a matter of seconds, I’m falling apart, breathless, with Slade’s name on my lips. I didn’t even have time to shove my face into a pillow. My fingers are still deep inside me when I come down off my high, only realizing just how loud I was.

I swear to God, if he heard me, my face will be as bright as a cherry tomato, but it did get my mind off of life, so maybe it’ll be worth it I think to myself before drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face. This next week is going to be worth it. I already know what I’ll be doing to Slade to tease him into something more, so much more.

Seven

Slade

I heard the whole goddamn performance she put on, even the way she moaned my name. Hell, her orgasm was so hard it had her bed knocking against the wall. I had to grab my cock to keep it from exploding. The pisser though, is knowing I’d only need to fist myself and I’d come. I imagine her in my bed, her legs spread out, her pussy on display, her tits heaving from her heavy breathing. “Fuck,” I grouse as I get out of bed and find a pair of shorts, preferring to be nude when I sleep.

I pace the length of my room, something I seem to be doing a lot lately when it comes to my thoughts about Taylor. There’s no way I’m keeping my hands to myself. Travis can try to kill me if he doesn’t like it, but I don’t give a shit anymore. I need Taylor, and not just to feel her coming around my finger, cock, or hell even my tongue as I fuck her pussy with it.

It’s another twenty minutes until I can get my cock under control enough to walk downstairs. I grab a finger or two of whiskey, maybe that will calm me down enough so I don’t storm into Taylor’s room. I slowly open my door, making sure it doesn’t squeak and have her coming out of her room looking for me. In the state I’m in, I’d fuck her right against the wall, not giving a shit about any repercussions.

The whiskey I just poured is more than a couple of fingers full. It’s more like the whole damn glass. It takes me two chugs and it’s gone, burning the whole way down, much like the way my body is on fire for Taylor. It makes me wonder what she was thinking about when she was getting off. Did she bring up a fantasy of her and I together, or was it something else? I’m pretty sure I played the leading role; the vibes she was giving off before and during dinner definitely gave that impression, made me think it would be. I watched her blush, the way her nipples pebbled beneath her dress shirt, and from the lingerie I saw earlier today, I know for a fact my woman prefers lace to cotton. Slamming my glass down on the counter, I do something I shouldn’t. Marching up the stairs two at a time, my dick swaying beneath the shorts I have on as I start to lengthen at the idea of seeing Taylor in bed.

My hand finds the doorknob, hoping like hell she didn’t lock it. When the handle turns, I smile. My girl feels safe, even when she probably shouldn’t after the shit she’s been going through.

When the door opens, I stop in my tracks. The whole house is dark and quiet. The only things open are the curtains, which