Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“And now that I know your darkest one… I don’t want to make a habit of hiding anything from each other. Be honest with me. Always.” As I move toward her, Taylor sits on the edge of my dresser and lifts her legs in front of me. “Take this off for me, would you?”
My pulse quickens as she arches her hips to help me slide her skirt over her hips and down her thighs. I can’t resist her, not when she looks this good. Spreading her legs with my hands, I drop to my knees and peel back the thin fabric of her panties, teasing her slit with my finger. As always, she’s so wet for me.
“I’m still hungry,” I tell her. “But I know you’re not in the mood.”
She groans in response, bucking her hips toward my face. “Touch me, Drake. Please. Don’t listen to what I said earlier. I can’t stand having you this close without you touching me.”
I quickly remove her panties and bury my face between her legs, kissing my way up to her pussy. She smells so damn good I need a taste. And when I roll my tongue over her clit, she practically strangles me with her thighs.
“Oh, Drake,” she says, fisting a handful of my hair. “Mmm… keep doing that.”
I lick her pussy like it’s my last meal, slipping my tongue between her wet folds. She tightens her grip on my hair. But I don’t mind because I can’t get enough of her. She can choke me all she wants. At least I know I’ll die happy and with a smile on my face.
Her body tenses as I lap up her juices, sliding my fingers in and out of her slick pussy as I suck on her clit. She’s so close I can feel it. Her pussy milks my fingers, holding them like a vise.
“Drake,” she screams, this time loud enough to hear through the wall.
I grip her ass cheeks with both hands to devour her and worship her like the fucking goddess she is. And when she comes, it shakes right through me. Her entire body trembles, beads of sweat dotting her forehead and chest. She arches her hips one last time, so damn greedy for more of my mouth, and that quick movement knocks the mirror attached to the dresser into the wall I share with Trent and Tucker.
Still holding onto her, I lift my head to watch as she comes down from her high. She leans her head back against the mirror, mouth open wide and eyes shut tight. Slowly, she releases her grip on my hair, but I don’t move a muscle. I have the best view in the house.
“Wow,” she says after a long pause where she breathes loudly. Her eyes now open, she adds, “That was impressive.”
I wink at her. “See, I don’t need my money.”
“If I didn’t have my rules…” she starts but never finishes.
“You’d do what?”
“I’d let you fuck me…. right here… on this dresser.”
I come to my full height, now towering over her. She makes room for me between her legs.
“You will… eventually.”
“So confident,” she counters.
I grab my shirt from the dresser and order Taylor to lift her arms, so I can lower the tee over her head. It’s huge on her. Even at her height, she could wear it as a dress.
Curling the soft cotton around her finger, she hikes it further up her leg, her eyebrow raised at me. “How do I look in your shirt?”
“Like my girlfriend,” I say as my lips meet hers. “Because that’s what you are now. Mine.”
“Who said I was your girlfriend?” She laughs and then slips her tongue inside my mouth.
“I did,” I say between kisses. “Fuck pretending.”
After a while, I carry her over to my bed. We continue kissing with our lips melded together, our bodies joined as one. She rakes her fingers along my arms and down my thighs. I want her to touch me so fucking bad, but I don’t push it. I’m still wearing jeans that my cock is digging into. The pressure is so intense I reach down to loosen my pants. Taylor notices the slight shift in my weight, and our lips separate.
She hooks one arm around my neck and rests her head on the pillow, peeking up at me. “I feel safe with you, Drake. Please don’t hurt me.”
“I would never. At least, not on purpose.”
Taylor sighing loudly before she pulls away to slip under my covers.
I feel safe with you. Her words echo through my mind a dozen times. I want to be that person for her. She’s already become a safety net for me. I’ve never shared my secret with anyone, and I barely even knew her when I did. And now, I feel even more comfortable with her.