So Wrong It's Good: A Forbidden Romance

Sweat trailed down his hairline, and his skin felt too tight. Her pussy felt so fucking good, and all he wanted to do was bury his face in the sweet spot once more. But his dick was a greedy bastard and pulsed, needing him to continue pulling out and pushing back inside.

He lowered his gaze to her pussy. Her clit protruded, begging for attention. With his cock lodged in her body, Reese fucked her good and thoroughly. Their sweat-slicked stomachs touched, and he pushed another inch into her when he thrust in deep.

She gasped out his name. “I feel so stretched, so full.”

A grunt left him when her tight little body clenched around him. Slowly and with measured movements, he continued to move in and out of her. Her inner muscles tightened around him, then relaxed. His balls drew up tight with his impending orgasm.

He was going to fill her with his cum, make her so full of it there would be a damp spot on the sheets beneath her.

For several long moments he didn’t move, couldn’t for how good it felt. He wouldn’t last long, not when she slid her hands up his sides and around to his back. Her nails dug into his skin, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Lifting up just enough that his arms were locked straight and his chest no longer touched hers, Reese pulled out of her wet heat and pushed back in.

“Slow is good, Reese, so good, but don’t hold back, please.” She arched her back, and her breasts rose up from the motion.

He sat back on his knees, gripped her waist with his hands, and fucked her like he meant it, and damn did he mean it. The sloppy, wet sound of his cock tunneling into her cunt was an auditory orgasm all its own. He bottomed out of her every time he pushed back inside. She pulled at his hair, and the slight sting of pain felt so fucking good.

He pulled away, wanting her to know that there was nothing about her he didn’t desire.

“I’m going to come again.” She moved her hands to his back and pierced his flesh with her nails. The sensations were all- consuming pleasure and had his orgasm washing through him. Her muscles milked him so strongly that he threw his head back and groaned out his climax.

“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” He jerked against her as he emptied himself inside of her body, gave her every last drop of his cum. The fact he was filling her with his seed, and saturating her with a part of himself, had this power coursing through him. It always felt like this with her, and he knew it always would. “You’re mine.” His voice was low, scratchy from his desire. “You’ll always be mine.” He continued to thrust into her shallowly, sensing her climax still consuming her.

He didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to pull out of her sweet, wet, and warm pussy.

She stared up at him with wide, pleasure-filled eyes. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, Reese.” She stared at him, her lips parted, her pupils dilated. “I’m yours, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He was hers as much as she was his.

He had never felt so uninhibited with a woman, never loved anyone the way he loved Lake. This was real and true, and nothing in his past, no other woman he’d had, compared to Lake, to what they had. He knew that it would always be this way with her. Always.

When both of them were sated, he pulled out of her, lay down next to her on the bed, and pulled her close. She was pliant beside him, sleepy, content. He loved that.

She was his life now and would always be until he stopped breathing. With that thought, he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them.

He held her tight, knowing he’d never let her go.

EPILOGUE TWO

Two and a half years later

“You look beautiful, Lake,” Ginny said, tears on the other woman’s face. Ginny wiped her cheeks, sniffed, and they both chuckled at how emotional they were.

“Thank you, and you’re positively glowing,” Lake replied, and placed a hand on Ginny’s very round belly. Even in the pink chiffon summer dress at eight months pregnant Ginny radiated beauty. She always had no matter what.

Lake looked at herself once more in the mirror, smoothed her hands down the white lace and satin wedding gown that had been her mother’s, and smiled. She was so happy, but also nervous, so nervous, if the truth was being spoken right now, but not because this moment frightened her.

She was nervous because she was finally marrying the man she loved, a man that had treated her with nothing but respect all these years. Reese had done everything to make sure she was happy, to make sure she experienced what she wanted without rushing her.