“But were you… I mean are you on…” he clears his throat, and my blush grows hotter.
“Birth control?” I croak out.
He nods, and my gut sinks.
“Uh…” I look away, my own brow wrinkling as I take a breath and shake my head.
“No,” I whisper. I look at my feet, waiting for him to get angry or for him to walk away. When he says nothing, I swallow, and I drag my eyes up to his face.
…And West is grinning, hugely.
“Good,” he growls, and before I know it, he’s scooped me into his arms tightly and his lips are hungrily devouring mine.
That one word—good—has my whole body on fire for him. I know it might be reckless, especially since we barely know each other. But I know what I feel, and I know what I see when I see how he looks at me.
And I know what I want in life: I want the family I never really experienced. I mean, I have parents, but my house never felt like a home, or a family. I want that, more than anything, and when I remember West earlier talking about wanting a house big enough for a whole family, my body trembles, aching for him.
“I didn’t even think about it,” he growls into my lips. “Before, I mean, coming so deep inside of you like that. But it felt so right.”
“It felt so good when you did,” I gasp. I pull back, my eyes searching his. “I know… West, I know I’m young, and that we barely know each—”
“I know you plenty well, Taylor Conway,” he groans, his hands on my waist. “I know you’re beautiful inside and out. I know you’re brave and maybe just reckless enough to drive a man wild. I know you can hold your own, and you’re not afraid to jump. And I know I’m fucking crazy about you, and if you even feel a quarter of what I feel for you—”
“I’m fucking crazy about you,” I moan, crushing my lips to his eagerly. “I was crazy about you the second I saw you.”
“Well shit,” he groans. “Great minds think alike now don’t they?”
He kisses me deep, and then deeper, until it grows so hot that we’re gasping for air when we pull away to stare into each other’s eyes.
“Shit, it’s still so hot out.”
“Sweaty,” I purr.
“Sticky,” he growls.
His hand slides over the waist of my shorts, all the way to the front. His fingers pop the button, and I moan when his hand slips easily down into them and under my panties.
“West,” I gasp, clinging to him as his thick fingers push through my slippery, dripping wet lips.
“We better get these clothes off of you before you have a heat stroke,” he growls. I whimper when his hand slips away from me. But when he grabs me up to him, my legs around his waist and his lips bruising to mine, I’m all his.
He carries me into the house and into the bedroom. There’s bits of broken wood and glass everywhere, but the bed is clear. And right now, that and the two of us is all we need.
He sets me down, and both of us rip our clothes off in seconds before I jump back into his arms. I whimper as our bodies—hot from the humidity outside—grind together. I moan, feeling West’s thick cock pulsing against my slit and my tummy, and when I tighten my legs around him, I feel my pussy glide up and down the underside of him.
Sticky precum leaks all over us both before he turns and sits on the edge of the bed with me in his lap. Emboldened, and feeling wild, I reach between us and wrap my small hand around his throbbing cock. I stroke him and raise up, still kissing him as I center him.
I can feel him hot, hard, and throbbing right against my slippery lips. And without another moment passing by, I start to sink down onto him.
“Oh my God!” I gasp, moaning loudly as inch after thick, throbbing inch pushes into me. I can feel my walls clinging to him and gripping his length tightly as he growls and grabs my ass. He thrusts, and I cry out into his mouth as the last half of his fat cock plunges deep into my willing pussy.
West groans, his mouth dropping to my nipples as I squeal in pleasure. I start to rise up, my hips rolling before I sink back down, taking him.
“Ride me, baby girl,” he hisses into my skin, his hands gripping me tightly. “Ride that fat cock until you give me all that cum.”
I gasp, throwing my head back as I start to do just that. I rock up and down, my hips rolling over and over as I learn to take him seamlessly. He fills me to the absolute limit every time, and the pleasure is almost overwhelming.
Up and down, I bounce on West’s huge, yummy cock as his hands grip my body tightly. His hand slides over my ass and centers on it, and when I feel his thick finger slide lower between my cheeks, I moan in forbidden ecstasy. His finger teases around my ass, and I barely slow my bouncing on his cock when he starts to press.