Page 105 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

“What’s your question?”

I look around her room, with it’s queen-sized bed covered in a million pillows of various sizes which she probably tosses on the floor every night before she goes to sleep. It smells like her in here. Everything is neat, except for her vanity. That’s where the chaos shows. Makeup everywhere, brushes, sponges in weird shapes. That must be where she does her videos.

I take a seat on her bed. “What the fuck was that last night?”

She crosses her arms in front of her, pushing her breasts up, drawing my eyes to her nipples. She’s definitely naked under that robe.

Focus.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she says with a smirk. “Last night? What happened last night?”

My eyes narrow. “I could be mistaken, but I’m almost positive a woman who looked and smelled just like you broke into my fucking house, sucked my dick, and stuck her finger in my ass.”

“Wow,” she says without blinking. “Sounds like a fun girl.”

“Don’t play with me.”

A smile teases the corners of her mouth. “Did she stop when you told her to?”

Well…

Fuck.

My silence amuses her, which pisses me off.

“Did you not tell her to stop?” she asks, her voice dripping with fake innocence. “Aww, you came, didn't you?"

I stare at her, my eyes blazing.

"I don’t know, Ace. Sounds like you enjoyed it.”

My fingers curl into fists. “That ain’t the fucking point, Raya.”

“Then what’s the point?” she says. “Are you worried it makes you gay?”

Now my jaw clenches.

She sighs like I’m exhausting her. “Lots of straight men enjoy prostate massages, babe. It takes things up to the next level. Nothing wrong with—“

“How would you feel if I broke in this motherfucker in the middle of the night and rammed my dick up your ass? Huh?”

She grins. “That sounds sexy, to be honest. I’m turned on just thinking about it.”

“Bullshit.”

Her face falls. Her eyes narrow, lips curling as her mood goes from smug to something much darker.

“You don’t know, do you?”

“What?” I snap.

“You have no fucking idea how much I want you,” she says, her voice raw. “Do you really think I care which hole you stick your dick in? Nigga, I’d let you fuck my brain if I could figure out a way to fit you through my ear canal.”

I stare at her, trapped between laughter, fear, and intense arousal.

What the fuck do you even say to some shit like that? And how do I stop the sick part of me that feels…flattered?

“Do you understand me?” she says through trembling lips. “All I ever wanted was you, Ace. But you left.”

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