“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.
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 11
Taylor
When I wake up, 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 lets me into his world.
He opens one eye, his long, dark lashes caressing his skin. “Are you staring at me?”
I slide my thumb along his cheek and smile. “Yep. You got a problem with it, buddy?”
“No.” He laughs, rolling onto his back to reveal his chiseled abs and muscular arms that instantly distract me. “Maybe take a pic while you’re at it.”
“You love having your picture taken, don’t you?” I stick my tongue out at him. “With your body, you’re never shy.”
