Insecure

Chapter 37

Taylor's POV:

I get close to my vanity mirror to make sure I did my cat eye correctly.

"Bae." Travis says coming out of the bathroom.

"What?" I ask.

"Man you been doing your damn make up forever Bruh. We gone be late for the party at the club! Come on!" He says to me .

He better shut the hell up. It takes time and concentration to slay my face. I do the finishing touches and stand up to grab my things. I turn around and see him staring at me with a lusty look in his eyes.

"Take a picture it lasts longer." I say rolling my eyes. I try to walk past him , only for him to snatch me back by my arm.

"Where the fuck you going with this dress on?" He asks through gritted teeth.

"Umm. The club."

"You trying to get you a new nigga or something? Huh?" He asks.

"Yes. Now move dammit. Bitching over nothing. It's just a fucking dress. " I say pushing him. I did that to get under his skin.

I had on an all white dress that came right above my knee. It had slits in it and had a low v cut showing my breasts a little bit.

He grabbed my arm and pushed me onto the bed.

"So you think you finna go let a nigga see what I'm only supposed to see? This my fucking pussy." He said to me.

That shit kinda turned me on.

"Nigga please. Last time I checked this pussy was attached to me and belonged to me. I can do whatever I please with it!" I say just to piss him off.

Then I felt him shove his dick in me and I felt so much pleasure from it.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned as he pounded into me.

"Who's . Pussy. Is it. Now Taylor? Huh?" He asks me after every stroke.

I started scooting back because I couldn't take it.

"Please ." I moan.

"Nahhhh bring yo ass back. I'm marking my pussy. Who's is it?" He asked smacking my thigh.

"Shit." I moan.

"Who's . Is. It." He pounded into me even harder.

"Yours! Fuck!!!" I moaned creaming all over his dick.

He speeds up and then I felt him pull out and grunt.

I open my eyes and see that he is nutting all over my fucking dress.

"Bet you ain't wearing no more huh?" He asked smirking.

"I'll punch that fucking smirk off your face." I said.

I get up to shower and change clothes. I put on another all white Versace dress that he bought me that was a little less revealing, and walked out of the closet. He was sitting on the bed in an all white polo tee with some all white jeans and his white forces.