“Taylor, baby…”
“I want you,” I hiss.
“Baby girl—”
“No,” I whisper fiercely, pulling him hard down to me. He falls over me, one hand propping himself above me. His cock throbs against my bare tummy, and it doesn’t get one bit softer.
“I want you,” I hiss. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone or anything, West. And don’t you dare tell me I’m too young to know what I want, or that I don’t want what I think I want or—”
“Baby girl,” he whispers, pressing a finger to my lips.
“I wouldn’t fucking dream of it.”
His lips take his fingers’ place, and he kisses me more fiercely than anything I’ve ever felt.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he growls.
“I’m sure,” I blurt, whimpering as I kiss him. “I want you, and I want you to have me,” I whisper. “All of me.”
“You’re already mine,” he growls. “All of you.”
He kisses me hard, and his legs spread mine as he drags his thick, swollen cock over my eager, slippery wet pussy.
“And now I’m going to make it official.”