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Travis' apartment was one I've never seen before. You'd think with all the money he had, it'd be built in gold- but it was quite the opposite, actually.

He drove me deeper into the city, until we reached an older apartment building. It reached 12 stories high, and his apartment was on the top.

He opened the stained wooden door, to reveal a cute, modernized studio. It was nothing more then a bed, bathroom, kitchen, and living area- the basic necessities. Everything looked so old, and vintage- yet so new, and current. The walls had several kinds of photographs hanging off of hardware store wire.

"Excuse the mess." He rubbed the back of his neck, kicking and unpacked box out of our way. "I'm not done unpacking yet."

I nodded with understanding, running my fingers against the rough texture of the wooden artisan table that sat in the middle of his living room. My grandfather used to have this table, and he passed it down to us after he died. My mother hated it, so when my father passed shortly after, she tossed the thing away. I wish we still had it, but by now, it was long gone.

"Would you like a beer?" He asked, opening his fridge while he watched me examine his table.

I shook a lose strand of my hair away, "I'm only  seventeen."

I predicted him to drag me out of his home, but oddly, he didn't seem phased about my age. Clearly, I was much younger than he was.

"And I'm twenty-three." He added, grabbing two beers out of his fridge. He approached me slowly, opening the twist offs with his hand and offering me one of the cold alcoholic drinks. "Age is just a number."

I smiled with a breathy laugh, taking the bottle from him. Maybe I wasn't supposed to do that, but there's been a lot of me doing things I shouldn't tonight. It's like he had me under a spell- one that caused me to listen to my hormones, and shitty awareness.

Travis sipped his beer slowly, letting his eyes examine me from head to toe like earlier. I didn't mind it at all. In fact, it's what I wanted him to do.

"God-" he shook his head with a short grin, "You're just stunning."

I stood there with my average length, slender body- allowing him to stare me down. My chocolate locks were held loosely in a pony tail, as a few strands rested above my baby blue eyes. My plump lips were parted, as usual. They never seemed to close completely- not since I was born.

He extended his hand, brushing the cheek of my caramelized skin. I should've stopped him- I should've pulled away- but I didn't. Our beers dropped to the floor, and before I knew it, his lips were all over mine.

My hormones raged inside of me. His hands covered every part of my body- caressing, squeezing, touching. I moaned in pleasure as his lips found their way from my mouth all the way down to my neck.

It was wrong- all of it. He was six years older than me for Christ sake- and I wasn't even legal yet. None of this mattered, though, because I didn't stop it- I didn't want to stop it.

He picked my light figure up, placing me down on top of his artisan table. His lips attacked every part of my face and neck. His hands took a break from caressing my back, as they traveled upwards to my hair where he smoothly undid my ponytail. My hair fell down to my middle-back, its natural waves rippling as if it were alive like the ocean.

In the heat of the moment, he unzipped the back of my dress, slowly pulling it off while his lips continued to swallow mine. I unbuttoned his plaid shirt, acting as an aid by helping him take it off. My hands fell to the waistband of his jeans- unfastening the belt, and unzipping the fly. His jeans fell to his ankles, and he quickly kicked them underneath us.

Travis laid me down on the table, ripping off my bra and throwing it across the studio till it hit his fridge. I moaned louder as his hands squeezed my boobs like they were playing with silly putty. He kneeled down, his lips trailing from my neck- all the way down to my lower stomach. He continued to rub my breasts, outlining my vagina with his perfect teeth.

He bit the top of my laced thong, sliding it down my legs. I was bare, and fully revealed to him- and I didn't mind it at all. I loved it. I wanted it.

His tongue grazed my clitoris, making me scream with pleasure. Soon, he was completely inside me, moving his tongue deep within the hole. I moaned, and screamed, and groaned- crying out to him.

"Don't stop, don't stop"- even though he should. I shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this.

But we were.

The heat swelled up inside of me- my insides about to burst with pleasure. Each time his tongue found a different part of my vagina, the closer I got to coming in defeat.

It didn't take long before I screamed at my climax. This was it- he did it. Now, I was his- I was submitted.

His lips found their way back up to mine, and once again, we were all over each other. His hands ran themselves through my hair, as mine did the same with his.

But now it was time for the real part. He slowly began to impale me with his large manhood. In and out, in and out. I winced at first, but as he kept going, i grew to love it more and more.

His hips clashed against mine- getting faster with each thrust. He practically had me screaming his name- he had me completely. I was his, and I was okay with that.

To me, it wasn't disgusting. It was amazing.

That night we kept going for a long time. He did me on the floor, on the kitchen counter, on some of his boxes- everywhere. I screamed his name more than I've ever screamed my own.

I craved it.