Submitting to Her(87)

Zoey was directing us, ordering Taylor up, ordering me up, signaling for Taylor to go on all fours and lick her pussy while she sat back against the headboard and the pillows. Leaving me to slide inside Taylor from the rear, gazing down on her pert behind as I split her cheeks, Zoey going crazy as Taylor ate her out, periodically looking up at me with those sexy mischievous grins.

Insinuating that she could misbehave with random blondes just as easily as I could.

Zoey had the most almighty orgasm - this was something that was as real as it was earth shatteringly loud. She was shaking, juddering, calling out.

I pulled out of Taylor, and as Zoey collapsed back, gasping for breath, the blonde turned over, allowing me to penetrate her missionary-style, holding her thighs firm as I eased back inside her.

After a little while, Zoey picked herself up, and lay beside Taylor, her head moving between the blonde's thighs. Licking Taylor's pussy from above, and then as I periodically withdrew my cock, Zoey was also licking and briefly sucking the tip of my cock.

Zoey looked up at me and smiled warmly, and now I wanted in on Taylor's snatch. I pulled away and ducked down, and now both Zoey and I were tonguing and kissing Taylor's slippery pussy, her wetness all over our fingers and all over our lips, so that when we kissed again, our mouths were soaking with Taylor's sweet candy-flavored juices.

Taylor lay back, and this time her cries seemed genuine, somehow, her orgasm clearly not faked when at last it came, shivering through her body as she yelped like a jackal on fire.

Our cute bottle blonde was asleep in no time and though this had started off as a likely one night stand, I had no intention of making some kind of excuse to get her out of there.

I lay back, and Zoey slithered on top of me, and I think the force of Taylor's orgasm had made both of us forget that I hadn't yet come to my own finish.

Zoey grinned, realizing it as she lay on top of me, feeling my hardness straining up against her.

"You're not going to walk out on me again, are you, Jones?" she whispered, slipping my length inside her hot, soaking pussy.

"Of course not," I said.

"Good," she kissed me. "Although I like the blonde. We'll keep her. I guess I need to think of this kind of reward for you sometimes, when you've served me well."

I kissed her back, smiling. "I only need you," I said. "But I think you've had just as much fun with her."

Zoey was crushing my cock with her pussy, and even though she was hardly moving on top of me, I could feel myself building towards the end.

"I wonder if we might be able to convert her into a dominant female," she said quietly just before the intensity of her body on mine became too much.

I kissed her, and said: "You know, a better idea would be for me to learn how to switch - to dominate you occasionally."

Zoey's eyes flashed with unbridled lust. "That could be something."

She smiled again, and now clamped me with sudden and colossal force, her thighs squeezing mine mercilessly, her vaginal muscles gripping my shaft without a care for my welfare. And then I was bursting forth, my hot seed pumping out inside her, with my entire form rocked by the most intense climax I could remember - yet somehow the force was contained by the pressure she exerted lying on me.





Chapter Twenty-Nine





Well who knew, a little reconnection, some careful heart-to-heart talking and forgiveness and promises all round could bring me my own rom-com style resolution?

Only my version of running through the streets of New York to track down the Love of My Life turned out to be Zoey piling into bed to fuck Taylor and yours truly simultaneously, and as it happened for most of the night.

Even if I hadn't opened Taylor's eyes with my oral skills before Zoey turned up, the rest of the night with the two of us must have proved somewhat transformational to her sexual outlook. Well, I didn't complain that Zoey took it upon herself to use me as a tool to teach Taylor how to dominate a man. How could I? I'd half wanted to teach Taylor myself.

And who could have been a better teacher for her, though she only had the one night?

"You know how the best thing in the world is to make a hot guy feel amazing?"

"Of course!"

"Well, turns out if you frustrate them a little first, when you eventually get round to making them feel amazing, they feel a hundred times more amazing."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah - and while you frustrate them a little, you can get them to make you feel amazing. It's win-win, huh?"

"Seems that way. Jesus, should he really be putting his tongue in there so much? Oh my Lord in heaven..."

It was such an intense night, it seemed to flush all the toxins out of my system, out of our system. Along with her central promise never to see Brandon again now that he'd signed the divorce papers, it seemed to wipe our slate clean.