The 5th in the Ex White Soldier book set.
Trust is a big factor in any relationship. Desiree has always done what’s necessary to show Taylor he can place his faith in her. But when the actions of another person directly influences Taylor’s view on how much he can trust his girlfriend, is there anything the American American Desiree can do to get rid of these fears?
Line of Trust, Read It Now
This book is part of the Ex White Soldier series. See it and all parts to the series on the the book page page.
Black Woman White Man Fiction Story Sample
Taylor looked into Desiree’s eyes and then at the package in her hands. He knew her well enough to be able to tell the news she had wasn’t all that good. Taylor moved closer and looked into her eyes. He could have sworn he saw fear in them… or was it worry?
“What is it? What’s going on?” he asked. Desiree looked at the group gathered in the kitchen and sighed. She took his hand and led him into the hallway and then to her room. “What is it?” he asked again as they walked past the others. The group was so engrossed in what they were doing they hardly noticed the couple now walking by.
“I think it’s better if we talk in here,” Desiree said in a small voice. She sat at the edge of the bed and looked up at him.
“Okay, you’re officially freaking me out,” Taylor replied. He sat on the bed returning her gaze, placing one hand on her chin. “What is it? Whatever It’s, you can tell me.”
Desiree realized that the more she delayed, the worse her news would seem to be. She took a long deep breath and shrugged.
“Just let it out,” she thought.
“Dee?” Taylor asked again.
“Today at work, Leon came to see me. Actually I was leaving work,” she said in a small voice.
“Leon…that’s the ex?” Taylor asked. Desiree nodded.
“Yeah, the married ex,” she said rolling her eyes, even though she didn’t really mean to. “He brought me this,” she said gesturing at the package in her hands.
“What is it?”
“A painting. Apparently a very expensive painting,” she said. Taylor raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
“Why would he do that?” he asked. She shrugged.
“Search me,” she said as she placed the package beside her on the bed and then looked at him. “I told him that I didn’t want it and I gave it back,” she said looking into his eyes. “He had it delivered here,” she added. Taylor took a long deep breath.
“You thought that was hard for me to swallow?” he asked. A smile played on Desiree’s lips.
“I didn’t want you to think that I was doing something fishy behind your back,” she said. Taylor smiled and took her hand in his.
“I trust you,” he said as he looked into her eyes. She shrugged and shook her head.
“That’s not all,” she said in a low voice. Taylor looked at her and shook his head.
“What now?” he asked.
“Remember that other guy I met during the speed dating thing, when we first met? Mark?” she asked. Taylor nodded.
“Yeah, what about him?” he asked.
“He came to see me too.” Taylor raised an eyebrow.
“Wow, you were a real busybody today, weren’t you little lady?” he asked. Desiree smiled.
“Tell me about it,” she said. “So, he had a rather interesting proposal to make. Literally.”
Taylor looked at her and shook his head.
“I get scared when you use the words proposal and literally in the same sentence. It leaves me thinking that the douche might have proposed to you or something.” Desiree smiled and nodded.
“Actually he did.”
“What?” Taylor asked, surprised. He felt like someone had just shattered a billion shards of glass in his head. Did she just say that someone proposed to her? Someone who quite frankly made him feel a little insecure about himself for the simple reason that the other guy’s bank account had a whole lot more zeroes than his?
“Yeah,” she said in a low tone.
“Why would he do that? I mean, what were you guys even talking about when you got to that?”
“Trust me, Ericson, there was no conversation. He just dropped the bombshell on me.”
“Okay, what reason did he have to do an outrageous thing like that?” he asked. Desiree took a long deep breath.
“Apparently, his business is failing and he needs an infusion of cash, soon,” she started explaining.
“Why doesn’t he get one of those angel investors or something? Isn’t he in a position to get one of those for free?” Taylor asked. Desiree nodded.
“Yes, but it seems no one has enough faith in him to do something like that. His only hope is his trust, which he can’t touch until he gets married, a condition his parents put when they left him all their fortune.”
“Wow,” Taylor said, looking at her.
“I know, and he offered to pay me too. Can you believe the bastard?” Desiree shook her head. Taylor took a long deep breath and draped an arm around her shoulders.
“You know what makes us so perfect?” he asked. She turned and looked into his eyes, awaiting his response.
“What?” she asked. Taylor smiled.
“Well, for starters, that you are so clueless about what makes us so perfect. And secondly, that I love you to death and I know that you feel the same for me,” he said before kissing her forehead. “And I trust you more than anyone else in the world,” he added. Desiree smiled and leaned against his shoulder.
“I trust you too, and I’d hate for anything to get in the way of us. And our happiness.”
Taylor pulled away from her and slipped an arm around her waist. He smiled at Des and kissed her full lips softly.
“Nothing ever will,” he said as he pulled away from her. She smiled when she felt his hand slip down to her ass.
“Shouldn’t we be getting back to the other guys? I mean, Cynthia and Rochelle really slaved over that dinner…” she faded away as Taylor began kissing her neck. “… I helped,” she added in a brief moment of clarity.
Taylor surfaced from the her rich brown skin. “I’m sure they will save us some,” he said before going back to kiss the object of his affection.
Desiree draped an arm around her partner’s shoulders as he traced his lips and tongue down to her collar bone. She hated that she would have to explain herself to Cynthia later, but this, this was worth every single second.
She closed her eyes as she felt his hand slowly slipping upward to cup her breast. His lips went on giving her some much needed oral servicing to her neck. By this time, her lips were slightly parted as she moaned her pleasure; his arm around her pulling her closer to him. She slowly raised her hand up and placed it on his chest.
“Taylor…” she started as he gently squeezed her breast.
“Ssshhh,” he said before he kissed her softly. She smiled and held the back of his head. She kissed him back, with the same passion that he was giving her.
He wasn’t sure whether she could sense it, but he was doing everything he could to make sure that she felt he was being more passionate than usual. He knew that with Desiree he never had to prove himself, but for that night, he felt the strange need to do so.
He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes before gently forcing her down on the bed. She looked up at him as he ran his hand along her shoulder and then down to her waist. She lay on the bed, fighting the urge to raise her head and look at him. But the firm hand on her tummy meant that she had to stay down.
He slowly slipped a hand under her shirt and gradually raised it, exposing her breasts, which looked ready to burst out of her navy blue satin and lace bra. She gasped when she felt his lips on her chest, slowly moving down to the impatient swelling that was her left breast.
He knew that by that time her nipples were pressing hard against the bra. He wanted to feel that…he wanted to feel all of her.
He kissed her slowly as he slipped a hand under her back to undo the clasp of her bra. The shirt proved to be too bulky at that moment, so he took her hands and pulled her to a sitting position. He then slipped the shirt off over her head. Desiree looked into her man’s eyes as he pulled the bra away from her skin. He then forced her back down on the bed, much to her approval. She looked up at him as she breathed deeply. She could almost read his mind, the way he fought against his will to just pull her pants off and sink his cock inside her.
Taylor lowered himself down on her and began kissing her neck again. He let one of his hands gently cup her breast as he done this. She let out a quiet moan as she felt him moving down her body.
Desiree was breathing hard and fast as she felt him unbuttoning her pants. She closed her eyes when she felt him pulling them down, leaving her vulnerable in her bra and panties. She looked up at him as he began kissing her leg, slowly working his way up to her thigh. She was breathing hard and writhing soon afterward when she felt him working his way closer to her pussy.
When he brought his head up to take her nipple inside his mouth, Desiree thought she was going to scream. The way he was sucking her, the way he was making her feel…she wanted to make him stop, make him slow down at least, but it was as if he was bent on making her feel a special kind of high…and so far, he was achieving it.
Soon enough, Taylor had Desiree moaning and arching her back, thrusting herself into his mouth. For Taylor, it was almost as if the impromptu session had roused an insatiable appetite in her, and the truth was that he had. Desiree’s quick short breaths were proof enough that she needed him, wanted him at that moment. She didn’t even care for the fact that the door was unlocked, something that would have otherwise bothered her. Taylor was still trailing kisses up and down her thigh, across her tummy and every so often sucking on her perky tits…enough to make her go crazy.
She suddenly had the urge to take over. When he brought his head up to suck on her tits again, she held his head in her hands and pulled him up before she kissed him long and hard. She then flipped him over so that she could be on top and straddled him. Taylor was surprised at the sudden change in arrangement but he sure didn’t mind. He put his hands on her waist and held her as she brought her head down to kiss his neck; just as he had done to her earlier.
She could feel his girth getting hard under her and a smile played on her lips. She climbed off him and took off his pants and boxer shorts. Desiree then took off her own panties and threw them on the floor. She got back on top of her white stallion and straddled him again. She could already feel her wetness rubbing against the length of his cock.
She brought herself down and kissed him as Taylor guided his cock into her pussy. She moaned silently, feeling him filling her up in just one stroke. She raised her head and looked down at him, him holding the back of her head and pushing himself inside her. And then pulled out again.
She buried her head in his shoulder and moaned softly as he moved himself in and out of her. Slowly, powerfully, gradually working his momentum.
Taylor put one of his hands behind her neck, just under her curls, and the other one on her back. He continued to push himself in and out of her. Soon enough, the long slow strokes were replaced by hard short ones, as Taylor slammed his pelvis on hers faster and faster. Her muffled moans were all she could afford as she tried desperately not to cry out in pleasure.
Taylor then used his hand on her back and flipped her over, getting his partner securely underneath his strong masculine body. She looked up at him as he pulled back, almost getting his cock out of her before slamming back into her again. She gasped loudly and held on to her wits as he did it, over and over until she felt herself almost giving in to the desire to scream.
Desiree wrapped her arms around Taylor’s shoulders and gasped loudly as she felt him filling her folds. She was trying hard not to cry out her pleasure.
Such intense pleasure…
But she wasn’t sure she had it in her to do so and Taylor knew that. He clamped his lips on hers and kissed her as he felt himself getting even harder. He could feel his orgasm approaching and he knew that it would only be moments before he exploded inside her. He went on slamming himself on her harder and harder until he felt her digging her nails into his flesh.
It wasn’t long before he felt her walls spasming against his cock, contracting and relaxing. He suddenly felt himself exploding inside her, his cock pumping his seeds inside the woman of his dreams. Taylor could no hold himself up anymore. He collapsed on Desiree, panting. Their bodies both dampened with each other’s sweat.
“You get better and better every single time I’m with you,” he whispered as he rolled off her body. She smiled and turned to look at him.
“Well, thank you sir,” she said as he draped an arm around her, pulling her close.
“Listen to you, being all modest,” Taylor said, kissing her forehead. She looked at him and laughed.
“Well, it sure as hell won’t help to be cocky now, will it?” she asked. Taylor used his finger to push off a few curls from Desiree’s forehead and kissed her again.
“Depends on the tone you use when you are,” he said. She looked at him and shook her head. “So, about dinner,” he started.
Desiree suddenly remember the room full of people they had downstairs.
“We need to get our story straight,” Taylor suggested. Desiree smiled and then laughed.
“Well, in my defense, I did try to get you to go back to the table.”
“That’s your story and you’re sticking to it?” he asked.
“It’s not a story, it’s the truth! So yes dear, I am going to stick to it.” She looked at a now frowning Taylor.
“What?” she asked.
“That’s it? You’re just going to throw me under the bus?”
“Oh yeah, I believe in the event where I have to face the wrath of my sister and cousin, I would have to,” she said, laughing. Despite trying to hold it back, Taylor couldn’t help but laugh… Until his eyes landed on the painting from Leon that is.
Desiree noticed what he was looking at and sighed. “What do we do about that?” she asked.
“Sweetheart, I am not in a position to tell you what to do.”
“Yes. But whatever I decide affects both of us in the long run.” Taylor drew little circles on her upper arm as his girlfriend looked him in the eyes.
“You sure about that?” he asked.
“Well, let’s see, would you be okay if we were making love and you looked over and you saw something my ex gave me? Wouldn’t it kill the mood?” she asked. He shrugged. “It’s almost like being on the same sheets, me and Leon…” she never got to finish that sentence. Taylor kissed her hard and deep. By the time he pulled away, all she could do was smile.
“Question, are these the same sheets?” he asked. She smiled at him and shook her head.
“Me and Leon never came here,” she said, looking into his eyes. “You should really consider yourself lucky.” He kissed her again and pulled himself away from her. She watched him as he climbed off the bed and walked over to where the painting was and picked it up.
“How much did you say this was worth?” he asked. Desiree pulled herself up to a sitting position and shrugged.
“I don’t know really, a few thousand.”
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