Frayed (Torn #2)(34)

“Are you on the pill?” he asked, looking up at me, while his tongue flicked over my puckered nipple.

I barely heard him in my abandoned state. “Yes, definitely. Yes. But I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”

Still looking at me, he playfully bit into the pebbled form. “Me, neither, I’ve always worn one. Can I take you without it? I have the condom if you request it, but I want to f*uk you, skin to skin, and feel you clench around my cock as you come for me.”

My hips buckled when he stuck another finger inside my hole, stretching me, prepping me for his cock. I felt a gush of wetness as it trickled and dripped down to my ass. Out of nowhere, Harry’s face appeared in my mind. Harry… I f*uking miss him. No, no no. I won’t let him ruin this for me. There was no doubt in my mind that I still loved the prick. If Harry asked me back in person, I knew there was little chance I would decline him. Selfish, yeah, but love makes people stupid. Unfortunately, I’m part of the rat pack.

“Condom, Taylor.”

“Whatever you wish,” he fluidly responded before he captured my breast again.

I let out a moan when Taylor’s fingers went berserk on my G-spot. My mind shut down on me completely, and all I could focus on was the punishing pleasure that was being done to my breasts, and the violent throb in my womanhood. I sobbed, begged and moaned at the same time. I was just so out of it. I cried out when his mouth left my breast and harshly bit into my neck. “Harrrry, I want more,” I screeched out, grinding my hips into motion.

In a blink of an eye, lips, hands and mouth were not touching me. I felt bereft from the sudden impact of the departure of his hot body on me. “Do I look like Harry to you?” He asked in a tone that chilled my bones, his eyes glaring murderously.

It was almost enough, almost, to douse me out of my horny state. Hell, I cringed when I realized that I said it out loud. What a f*uking gaffe. “No, hell. I apologize. Can we get a move on now?” I pleaded, but he was immovable. His jaws locked as he kept looking at me like he hated me on sight. “Why are you angry, anyway? Can you really blame me for calling out his name? I haven’t been with anyone since him.”

“It’s insulting, Trista,” Taylor said through gritted teeth.

I knew it was, but it had already been said. I couldn’t take it back. Certainly, I was more than ready to continue kissing and touching him. “Not going to happen, again. Are you done being a cry baby?” My eyes darted to his pants, and by God, I devoured that hard-on with them. I wanted him like a drug. He had gotten me into this aroused condition, he simply couldn’t back out now.

“Watch that mouth of yours, Trista. I’ll make you pay for that foolish blunder.” Taylor threatened.

I watched in fascination when he started to move and strip before me. His toned, sculpted body and chiseled six-pack whetted my appetite some more. “You’re beautiful.” I wanted to say, but held the words from leaving my lips. Instead, my mouth parted in awe as my tongue licked around my lips, in a full circle when he took his jeans off. “Oh, God,” I gasped. As turned on as I was, the reality of the situation still hit me. I was going to have sex with a man who wasn’t Harry. Before I met Harry, it hadn’t mattered. But it did now, because I had fallen in love. It was stupid, but I felt like I was betraying that love.

Feeling guilty, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see anything. All I needed was to feel. I want to feel good… just enough to take this ache in my heart away, even if just for a short time. I wanted to forget Harry and his touch. Just for a while, I wanted him banished from my thoughts.

I felt Taylor’s large hands skim my thighs as he roughly parted them and planted himself in between them. I heard the tear of the condom packet. Condom in place, he held my hips and pushed me onto the edge of the table, my ass hanging halfway off. “Open your eyes.” He harshly demanded.

No.

I shook my head.

His hand gripped my jaw and leveled my face to him. “OPEN. THEM.”

Grudgingly, I did as he commanded. The second our eyes met, he roughly entered me, filling me with his thick, enormous cock. “Does it feel like Harry, now?” He spat out, staring into me, penetrating my eyes while he f*uked me. “Does it?” Taylor grated again, demanding.

His fast, rapid, calculated thrusts were done with exact precision, each time he slammed back inside me, I felt him stretch me completely, filling me to capacity. Each stroke expelled beautiful, carnal friction. The sound of him f*uking me with the loud slapping noise my wetness made each time our bodies connected, was truly delicious. No, Harry doesn’t f*uk like this and certainly doesn’t have a monster of a cock. “No. This is definitely, you,” I shakily whispered as he numbingly pounded my pu**y.

“Say my name. Say it!” He grated in my ear. He was making damn sure I knew who was f*uking me. Damn it with men and their prideful egos!

God, this man was going to kill me. He used my entire body to cruelly punish me with his cock, crushing my pu**y. “Taylor,” I moaned his name.

“f*uk!” He groaned out. The sudden feeling of his hot body away from mine made me ache with need. Still buried deep inside, he swiftly rolled me on my stomach. I was positioned with half of my body on the table, my ass up in the air, legs stretched to their limit and my feet planted on the floor. “Perfect. Now, I’m going to put all of it inside you,” He braggingly exclaimed.