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here yet, but it smells just like him. My back hits his bed and I lay, sprawled open waiting for him. My shirt is above my breast, my pants unzipped and my chest rising and falling raggedly.
        Taylor stares down at me, lips parted. “If I do anything you’re not ready for, you tell me to stop. I’ll stop,” he says. “Understand?”
       I nod, my voice small. “Yes.”
       He licks his lip and bends to take my face in his hands. His tongue devours my mouth, slowly, tracing over my lips with desire. I know we’re not going to go all the way, but God do I want to. Would it hurt? I think of Rod and I know the answer is yes. I’m already breaking my dad’s rules and it’s going wrong already. He was right. It’s not good to get too close. But, why does it feel so right?
       Taylor slips down on top of me, his elbows keeping him up. His thigh presses against my center, pushing until I grind back down on it. I’m so wet, hot, moist and vulnerable. He could probably take me and I wouldn’t have the will power to stop him.
       Taylor wraps his fingers in my hair and brings his lips to my ear. “I’m going to make you scream, Layla. Don’t close your eyes, I want to see you come for me.”
       Holy Fucktarts. My mouth is suddenly dry, I nod and arch my back toward him. He pulls down my jeans, and then my panties. His eyes travel over my sex, his finger running down the one strip of hair on my mound. “I love this,” he says, eyes meeting mine.
       I don’t respond, I’m too turned on, I know it’ll come out as a moan if I do. Picking me up, he slides us to the middle of his bed. He turns on his side, watching me watch his finger slid down and into me. I close my eyes, mouth agape. “Don’t close your eyes,” he warns. “Keep them open.”
       Shit, this is harder than it looks. Taylor moves on top of me, spreading my legs wide. He leans back on his knees, and brings my naked ass on to his thighs. He begins to move, rubbing his erection onto my sex. The fabric of his jeans, touching my most sensitive place. Before I can let my eyes roll back in my head, he pushes back and dips his head between my legs.
       “Shit,” I mumble, gripping his hair. He slides his tongue against me, flicking at my clit with his tongue ring. I grip his dark brown hair, moving his head to a rhythm I know I can’t stand much longer.
       “Does th at feel good?” he asks, continuing to stroke me softly with his wide tongue. I nod, and push my sex into his face. He groans, lapping at me, until I’m shaking on the edge. The cool medal ring sends sensations I’ve never felt into the pit of my stomach. It won’t be much longer, until I’m completely undone in front of him…again.
       Before I lose myself in his mouth, he comes up, replacing his mouth with his fingers. At the impact of something entering me, I convulse, my sex muscles wrapping around the two fingers he has in me. I keep my eyes open, and Taylor watches me, biting at his lip. It’s the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I close my eyes and lean my head back. I can’t dare look at him, I know I’ll want him to take me, slip inside me.
       I feel him shift on the bed. “Your fucking min e now, Layla,” his whispers into my ear. “You just don’t fucking know it.”
       He knows it’s not right, I told him. But, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me onto his chest. The last thing I remember thinking is that I’m too far gone. Too far to be helped.
     
     
                               
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapt er Six
       It’s warm. More warm than I expect Taylor’s spare bed to be. I stretch, arching my back and I feel something hard. Wait. I slightly open one eye. I’m not in the spare bedroom. Everything rushes