Plagiarized by Marlo Williams, Leddy Harper

and listen for a while.
    “You listen to jazz?” I asked him, trying unsuccessfully to hide my surprise.
    “I do. I like many extraordinary things.” The way he looked me up and down sent tingles down my spine.
    I felt my breathing hitch as he walked over and trailed his fingers down my cheek. How could this kid turn me on? I tried not to factor his taste in music, artists, and antics into how I felt about him. But in a matter of minutes, my frame of mind had changed.
    He put his hand behind my neck and brought me closer to him. The way that he maneuvered and grabbed me, it was light-years beyond him. He was experienced beyond his years. He took me gently into his arms and started to dance with me.
    I don’t know why I was surprised that he was a good dancer, but I was. He led me across the soft carpet as if he had been dancing his entire life. I even stumbled a couple of times, but he never faltered.
    We danced for a while until he led me back to his king-sized bed. It was covered in the most luxurious and expensive bedding that money could buy. I had an eye for these sorts of things.
    Without looking up, I unzipped my boots and rolled down my thigh-highs slowly while he watched. I knew he was watching me. It was as if I could feel his eyes on me.
    I stood up and without my boots; he now stood a head taller than me.
    He started unbuttoning my blouse and I was surprised that I was short of breath. This was really going to happen.
    He took my shirt off and gasped when his gaze hit my lingerie. He traced the lace softly, teasingly, without touching my skin. I realized I was holding my breath and slowly started to breathe again, until he circled my nipples. Then I let out a moan. If felt so good, all the things my feelings encompassed. The forbidden lines I was crossing, the silky fabric against my sensitive nipples, and the pounding that had started between my thighs. From the moistness that had gathered there, I knew he wouldn’t need to ask if I was turned on. The evidence was right there. He had captured me, and I gave myself over to him.
    I kissed him with great abandon, letting all thoughts of how wrong it was fly from my head. I didn’t want to battle them any longer. I just wanted to feel.
    He groaned as he pulled down my skirt and panties, and then bit his lip when I was at last, standing naked in front of him. He feasted on me with his eyes and I felt so exposed. I squared my shoulders and let him look. I knew I looked good; I studied my body in the mirror on a daily basis. I knew every nuance by heart. I knew exactly what he was seeing.
    He took his pants off and I tried not to look down, but that was an impossibility. I wanted to see him and gauge what I was in for.
    Holy fucking shit! He was huge! The only man I had ever seen come even close to this size was Keegen. Craig was fucking hung like a horse. I tried not to get scared, but it was hard. Keegen had worked with me until he didn’t hurt me anymore. This dick would wreck me if he didn’t use it correctly.
    “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I know how to use it. I won’t hurt you.”
    I looked up and met his gaze. What I saw made me believe him. I didn’t think he wanted to hurt me, so I relaxed.
    “Lay on the bed,” he demanded and I conformed to his wishes.
    He got on top of the bed beside me and started to trace his hands lightly up and down my body, which produced goose bumps almost immediately.
    “Does this feel good?” he asked me.
    I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
    He started to kiss my neck and I froze, but then made myself relax.
    He moved down to my breasts and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He rolled it around his tongue like a pro and I started moaning like a bitch in heat.
    He took me by surprise when he bit down and I let out a shriek, but didn’t pull away. He moved to the other nipple and offered it the same treatment, but this time, I was prepared for the bite that never came.
    He moved down my stomach and was