The Trouble With Love: An Age Gap Romance (The Forbidden Love 1)

“Why did you promise that?” I pant, desperate for answers.

“Well, Miss Edwards, I’ve been ordered to protect you. And judging by how this little pussy of yours is so wet, I don’t think you’re hurt. I think you want me to fuck you. Daddy says, make sure you don’t get hurt. I can be very gentle if you wish.”

He unzips his pants, his cock throbbing hard as it springs free and slaps against his ripped stomach. I watch him, wanting to taste it so bad.

Painfully slow, he grips my panties in his hand, sliding them to the side as his cock glides against my swollen clit. I brace for him, my body pleading to be at his mercy and feel him whole. The torment in his expression drives my desire beyond its limits, begging to take all of me right now. He guides himself inside me, my back arching in delightful pain.

I desperately want more, his lips and hands to touch every part of me.

He flips me around, pushing my chest onto his desk. Forcefully, he uses his legs to spread mine as far apart as they’ll go. His cock slides back inside and leaning over, he covers my mouth with his hand while pounding into me.

The desk is shaking, the papers flying everywhere. The screams are muffled in his hand, my body ready to combust from the intensity of his animalistic demand to own every part of me.

Quickly, he turns me back around, my hands gripping the edge of the desk.

I bite into his hand, exploding all over him, the rush consuming every inch of my body and finishing with a blissful warmth. His thrusts are desperate as he lets go of my mouth, pounding me hard one more time before his body shakes, exploding inside of me.

Our breaths, shallow and uneven, command the room with its noise. Slowly, he pulls himself out of me, collapsing on my body. I continue to lay still, trying to catch my breath as I begin to button my blouse while he rests beside me, breaking the silence between us.

“Amelia, for as long as you choose us, I’ll protect what we have,” he urges, running his thumb against my bottom lip.

“Do you promise, Will? This will get harder before it gets better.”

“I love you, Amelia. No one will stand in our way, and that includes your father.”

His deep stare, full of promises, fills me with hope. For as long as he’ll protect what we have, I’ll choose to fight for him.

The only man I want more than life itself.

Twenty-Seven

Amelia

Falling in love with someone can change your life entirely.

I’ve always observed others around me, admired my parents for their journey toward everlasting love and the trials, tribulations, and heartache they faced at times when their love for each other was tested. But no matter what, love won in the end.

Lex and Charlie Edwards are soulmates, best friends—two people with a love story to rival Romeo and Juliet.

At the beginning of senior year, I remember a time when Kate told me the story of her and Uncle Noah. They started off as friends, and throughout time, their feelings for each other developed into love. Both of them denied this, of course, which led to them ending their friendship to go their separate ways.

Uncle Noah married Morgan, Jessa’s mom, until that ended unpleasantly. At the time I sought advice from Kate, I was scared to jump into a relationship with Austin because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. Kate encouraged me to take the leap, and I guess her own happily ever after came from exactly that—taking the risk on love.

It’s not like I don’t like Morgan. She has always been polite and is a very beautiful woman, but she’s not Kate. When I’m in the presence of Uncle Noah and Kate, there’s this chemistry between them. Even to this day, you can actually see how best of friends they are, and out of all the couples I know, they are always the ones to make each other laugh. They’re both perfect for each other, but then again, each couple

I know who has lasted the distance, has their own unique bond, a bond that has stood the test of time.

And I was naïve to think that my love for Austin could ever truly compare to how I feel about Will. It’s like nothing matters when I’m with Will, yet in the same breath, nothing else matters when I’m not in his presence.

No matter what I do, he’s on my mind and all over me as if I’m breathing him in.

Sex has become an addiction, my body falling mercy to his touch. I’ve never experienced intimacy to where nothing is off-limits. When we’re alone, we continually raise the bar with our naughty rendezvous, and frankly, Will is insatiable.

When I stay over at his apartment, I never get any sleep. In fact, we do nothing but fuck nonstop, which neither one of us ever complains. Our differences in schedules mean we need to be creative with our efforts. I try to visit the city whenever I have no classes, and on rare occasions, Will visits me in my dorm room. A few times, we meet at restaurants and end up fucking inside the car at some abandoned parking lot.

It’s only a matter of time before life pulls us in even more directions. Will’s travel schedule becomes hectic. He’s constantly flying in and out of New York, then to add to that, he’s caught up in meetings, and our conversations become text messages more than actual voice calls.

With spring break not too far away, I try to stay on top of my schoolwork but find myself distracted and fall ill with the flu.