by Winter Scott
Carter
How could a woman taste so good? Taylor's honeyed slit was so sweet. I tried to remember that taste while in prison but the memory eventually faded.
Taylor jumped on me like a panther, clawing at my clothes. The two orgasms had made her hungry. “Give me what I want,” she commanded.
I threw my leather jacked across the room. Taylor wrapped her fingers in the neck of my wife-beater and pulled as hard as she could, tearing it in two. Her sudden strength made the throbbing in my pants burn with desire. Her nails dragged down my chest and over my tattoos, leaving red marks. She'd never been this dominating before.
I liked it.
She fiddled with my belt buckle until it was loose and she slipped my jeans off. I lay on the couch with my boxer briefs the only thing protecting my hard cock from Taylor.
Taylor faced away from me and planted her curvy ass down on my lap. My length fit right in between her cheeks. She placed her hands on my knees and rotated her hips. I put my hand on her naked back and felt her radiating heat. She felt so good grinding up against me. Better than any stripper or prostitute.
I reached in front of her to get a feel of her big tits but Taylor hit my hand away and got up. She shook her finger at me. “No, no, no.”
She got down on her knees and swung her hair behind her shoulders. Her hand ran over my boxers, just barely avoiding my trapped cock. “You need to stop with the teasing, Taylor. Or I'm going to bend you over this couch and fuck you right now.”
“You need to have some patience,” she said, squeezing my cock hard. I gasped from the pain and pleasure. She slowly rolled my boxers down until my length flopped out. Taylor's eyes went wide and she bit her bottom lip. Her finger traced from the head of my penis all the way down to the base.
I wasn't used to all this teasing. I usually got what I wanted when I wanted it. But Taylor was denying me the pleasure I deserved.
I grabbed the back of Taylor's hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes lit up up and her mouth opened. I grazed my finger around the rim of her mouth. “Don't make me beg, Taylor.” I could go jerk off in the shower if she didn't give me what I wanted.
She loved toying with me. Taylor gripped the base of my cock and stroked. It felt way too good. I leaned back in the couch while Taylor licked the head of my penis. She crammed my entire length down her throat and all I could do was scream.
Her fingers gripped the base and she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Her tongue swirled around my tip as she took me in and out of her mouth. I could only take so much more. No man would be able to hold off when Taylor had her lips around them.
The thought of Taylor swallowing my warm seed only made the experience more intense.
I was close.
Too close.
Taylor pulled me out before I could explode. My balls were wound so tight. I needed to feel that release before my body fell apart.
“Get on top of me,” I commanded.
Taylor stood up and straddled me with her long silky legs. Her tasty slit was only inches away from my desperate cock. Taylor hovered over me, watching my rod bounce up and down. “How much do you want me?” she asked, teasing me again.
“I want that tight pussy so bad, baby.” I squeezed her tits, showing her just how hard I wanted her.
Taylor lowered down on me slowly, my tip sliding into her wetness. She went all the way down until my length was enveloped. “How do I feel?” Taylor asked.
“So tight, baby.” I rested my hands on her hips as she raised up and down. I watched her beautiful curvy body rock against me. She knew exactly how to make me feel so good. And I never wanted her to stop.
Taylor bent down and kissed me. My hands moved to her ass and hugged her cheeks, slamming her harder down onto my cock.
“Will you come with me?” Taylor asked, arching her back.
I nodded, barely able to form any coherent thoughts. Taylor tightened around my cock and found her release, screaming my name at the top of her lungs. I held off my orgasm as long as I could. My breath escaped me as I burst inside Taylor, filling her up until I was dry to the bone.
We lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, naked on the couch in a state of bliss. Why couldn't life always be this good?
Sometimes life had to be a motherfucker. I needed to tell Taylor the whole truth. About the mayor and her dad. Everything.
But it could wait a little longer. I just wanted her to fall asleep in my arms.
Chapter Nine
Taylor
The sunlight through the blinds burned my eyes. I was so tired that I could barely lift my hand to protect myself. Carter's arms were still wrapped around me, holding me tight in a spooning position. The old couch at Carter's place wasn't very comfy but we were able to sleep on it for the entire night.
Or maybe the sex was so exhausting that we could've slept on thumbtacks.
I flipped over in his arms until I was facing Carter. His eyes slowly opened and a smile appeared. “I'd like to wake up every morning to that beautiful face.”
“Get used to it because I won't be able to afford my nice apartment anymore.”
Carter brushed a stray hair from my face. “Doesn't matter. Just move in with me.”
I kissed him and felt his soft flesh below turn hard. I reached down and stroked his length, imagining last night. “Ready for more, Carter?”
“You're going to kill me woman.”
“Then it will be a good death.”
Carter agreed and we kissed again. He rolled me over onto my back and spread my legs. I don't know how I even had the energy for any of this. But all I knew, was that I wouldn't be satisfied until we made up for those four long years.
We fucked over and over again until the late afternoon. My body was like goo, sticking to the couch and never wanting to let go.
“Would you like some breakfast?” Carter asked, finally prying himself from our fuck station.
I laughed and looked outside at the setting sun. “What do you have?
“Not much. I haven't been grocery shopping since I got out. Probably just oatmeal.”
I grabbed a blanket and covered my naked body, sinking further into the couch. I wasn't going anywhere today. “Oatmeal sounds perfect.”
Carter went to the kitchen to fix us some breakfast and I lay on the couch, staring up at the popcorn ceiling.
My life had taken a crazy turn ever since Carter King showed up on my doorstep. I tried to forget him during those four years but it was impossible. And now he was back and I was his property once again. I liked the feeling of being owned by Carter. He'd do anything to protect me and anything to satisfy my desires.
But I had lost my father in the process. The only family I had left and now he was out of my life. If only I had known the truth sooner. Maybe I could have prevented Carter from going to jail.
We could be married now, with a couple kids running around the house. All those years we wasted. We needed to make up for all that lost time.
Carter returned, holding two bowls of steaming oatmeal. “Breakfast is served, Ms. Kyle.” Carter acted like a butler, bending over to hand me my bowl.
“Thank you, sir. You may have the day off,” I said waving my hand away.
“You're so kind, Master.”
Carter jumped on the couch next to me, still completely naked. I never got sick of staring at his inked chest. I dipped my spoon into the hot oatmeal and devoured it in seconds. I didn't even realize how hungry I was.
Sex really takes it out of you.
Carter set his empty bowl on the ground and wiped his mouth. “We need to talk, Taylor.”
My heart skipped a beat. How could it possibly get any worse?
Carter sighed. “I didn't tell you the whole story. And now I need your help.”
“What is it, Carter? You know I'll do anything for you.”
“After I got out of prison, I was picked up by Mayor Trump. He helped your father put me away.”
“That son
of a bitch.” Anger rose in my chest like heartburn.
“He was also the one that got me out of prison.”
“I knew it couldn't have been for overcrowding.”
“Now he wants me to do something that I don't think you're going to like. He wants me to take down your father.”
My father...
“The mayor wants you to kill my father?” I could barely say the words without choking on them.
Carter shook his head. “Not exactly. He wants to destroy Kyle Enterprises. And I can do that without any killing.”
Even though I hated my father's guts, I didn't want him to get hurt. “What if you don't do what the mayor wants?”
Carter looked deep into my eyes. “He'll send me right back to prison.”
“Then what do you have to do?”
Carter held my hand, squeezing it for support. “I need access to his office. Your father has had dealing with a lot of nefarious groups. If I can get documents that will implicate him, that will satisfy the mayor.”
I looked up at Carter with determined eyes. “Let me do it, Carter. I can get access to his office and take whatever you need.”
Carter shook his head. “I won't let you do that, Taylor. I can't risk you getting caught and sent to prison. I could never live with myself.”
“But you need me.”
“I do need you. I won't be able to get into Kyle Enterprises without you. If you can distract your father long enough for me to slip into his office, I can get what I need and we both slip out. Your father won't even know what happened until the cops come to arrest him.”
Everything that I knew about my father was false. I had been blind to it my whole life. But not anymore. “I was wrong about my father being a good man. He deserves to go to jail. Let's do it.”
Carter smiled and hugged me.
I broke out of the hug when the idea hit me. “The only way it will work is if we do it late at night. He has a secretary that would see you the moment you stepped out of the elevator. My father works late every night and his secretary won't be there past five.”
“Then we do it tonight. Before the mayor has any more reasons to send me to jail.”
We were about to do some very illegal stuff. I was risking my life for Carter. But he would do the same for me in a second.
Carter
I wished there was a way not to involve Taylor. But she was the only way into Kyle Enterprises. She was the only way to put my past behind us and move on.
Taylor drove the BMW up to the security station at Kyle Enterprises. Her hands were twisting the steering wheel.
“Just act normal, Taylor. Nothing is going to go wrong.” No amount of reassuring could stop the beads of sweat from running down her face.
“I know but I can't help it.” She rolled down her window and handed her ID to the guard. “I'm Mr. Kyle's daughter,” Taylor choked out.
I did my best to keep a low profile. I didn't want the guard to identify me and stop this whole rodeo before it got started.
The guard checked the ID and handed it back. “Little late for a visit?” He looked past Taylor at me but didn't seem to know who I was.
Taylor giggled nervously. “I know but he's so busy and this is the only time I can see him.”
He handed the ID back to Taylor. “Your father is definitely a busy man. Go right on in, Ms. Kyle.”
Taylor blew out a big breath as she drove to the parking lot. “I don't know if I can do this, Carter.”
“You're doing fine, baby. When you see your dad, let the anger do the talking. Make him think you want to reconcile.”
I couldn't do this without Taylor. If she backed out, I'd have a big problem with Mayor Trump.
Taylor parked the car, closed her eyes, and breathed through her nose. “Let me just go over the plan one more time. I'll get my father downstairs and outside. While you take the elevator up and do some magic computer work.”
“I only need his hard drive. I won't even need to turn on the computer. Shouldn't take me longer than five minutes. When I'm back downstairs and out of the elevator, I'll send you a text. You won't even need to look at your phone.”
“And what if he wants to go back to his office before you're finished?”
“Send me a text so I can get out or at least hide.” I put my hand on her thigh. You'll do fine, Taylor.”
We left the car and walked into the giant lobby. I'd never seen anything so extravagant before except for Taylor's father's house. The place was deserted except for a few security guards. We walked past all the elevators and Taylor pointed to a supply closet next to a lone elevator.
The door was unlocked and I opened it to find to a cramped room full of buckets and brooms. “I'll hide here. When I hear you get out of the elevator with your father, I'll take it up.”
“Tell me you love me one last time.” Taylor's deep blue eyes stared into mine.
“I love you, Taylor Kyle.” I kissed her lips, lingering there for longer than we should've. But she tasted so good. If we weren't about commit a robbery, I'd take her into the broom closet, hard and fast.
But my cock would have to wait. There would be a time for celebrating later.
I watched Taylor press the elevator button and wait. The doors opened and she looked over at me. I winked at her and she nodded, entering the elevator.
I closed the supply closet door and took a deep breath. Taylor was a smart girl. She'd be able to pull it off. But could I get in and out of his office before anybody saw me? I wasn't so good at the sneaking thing. My way was to blow the doors wide open with guns drawn and destroy my enemies.
Corporate espionage wasn't in my toolbox.
But I'd have to do my best tonight. Taylor's and my life depended on it.
Chapter Ten
Taylor
The elevator zoomed up past all the floors. Sweat perspired down the sides of my face. My hands were locked to each other and I couldn't unravel them. Act normal, Taylor. It's just your father.
Carter was no doubt used to doing things like this but for me, this was my first time. I took a couple deep breaths as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
My father's secretary sat at her desk, painting her nails. “Ms. Kyle, what are you doing here so late?”
Oh fuck. The secretary was supposed to be gone by now.
Even if I was able to get my father downstairs, how would Carter get past the secretary?
My father came out of his office when he heard the commotion. Anger flooded my veins. I'd never forgive him for what he did to Carter. “Taylor? I didn't expect to see you so soon.”
I fought every urge to punch him right in the face. “I need to talk to you, Daddy.”
My father turned to his secretary. “I won't be needing you anymore.”
She nodded quietly and walked by me to the elevator, her perfume lingering in the air. I breathed a big sigh of relief. The whole plan could have been jeopardized if she stuck around.
“I was hoping we'd get to have another conversation,” my father said.
“Not here, Daddy. Can we go somewhere?”
My dad smiled. “Sure, honey. Let me just get my things.”
I waited for my father to get his briefcase and we took the elevator down together. My father was done working for the night so Carter had all the time in the world to get the hard drive. So far so good, Taylor. Keep it up.
We rode down in silence. I didn't even know what to say to him. All my planning had only gotten me to this point. What was I supposed to do next?
The elevator hit the bottom floor and I quickly glanced at the supply closet. It was closed. Good luck, Carter.
My father and I walked outside of his building into the cold night air. “I'm truly sorry about what happened, Taylor.”
I couldn't hold back the rage anymore. “Are you, Daddy? Are you really sorry or are you just saying that?”
“You're right, Taylor. I'm not sorry for what I did. Carter isn't the right man for you. I'd d
o it again if I had the chance.”
How could my father be so cruel? When I was a kid, he used to read me Winnie-the-Pooh and sing me a lullaby to put me to sleep every night. What happened to that man? “I love him, Daddy. That won't change no matter how much you try to stop it.”