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“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, her hold on my head equally suffocating. 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 after all.”
“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.”
We lay there, me holding my breath and 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.
I kick my shoes to the floor followed by my jeans and shirt, curling up behind her in black boxer briefs. Most of the time, I sleep naked. But until Taylor is used to seeing my monster cock, I’ll sleep in my underwear. I don’t want to scare her off.
After I get comfortable, I wrap my arm around her stomach. Dirty thoughts race through my head. The itch in my groin will not quit, so I try to think of anything other than her firm ass pressing against my cock.
“Good night, beautiful,” I whisper in her ear.
She closes her hand over mine and holds it over her stomach. “Night, handsome.”
Within seconds of my head hitting the pillow, I’m out, and I sleep so soundly I don’t even remember dreaming about anyone other than Taylor.
Chapter Eleven
Taylor
When I wake up, I’m facing Drake. His arm is hooked around my back, molding my body to his. Our faces are inches apart, his warm breath softly brushing my lips. He’s beautiful when he’s sleeping, so damn perfect I feel inadequate compared to him. It still blows my mind that someone this perfect can have so many insecurities, and that he let me into his world.
