Forbidden Love

“It’s beautiful.” Her eyes softened, and she made me forget the charcoal lumps and the pain in my heart.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, tucking a loose strand of hair and placing it behind the shell of her ear.

She blinked, and I drank her in, taking her lips in a possessive kiss. She kissed me back, deepening the kiss, squeezing her hands around my neck and pressing her groin into mine.

My dick responded, growing thick and hard and wanting a taste of her cunt.

I lowered my hands underneath her satin shorts and was delighted to find she was naked underneath. I cupped her smooth, bare ass and felt her moan into my mouth. Breathless, she stepped back and pulled down my sweats.

“Barrett, I need you.”

I tipped her face up. Her eyes were needy and hungry like mine.

“Not here.” I pulled up my sweats and led her out of the smokey kitchen and into the bathroom.

“You’re dirty from last night,” I said, stepping out of my sweats.

“I am?” she asked, pulling off her camisole, sliding down her shorts, and standing naked in my marble bathroom.

Slowly, I walked over to her as she cast her heated gaze down to the painfully large engorgement between my legs.

“Will I ever get enough of you, Lourde?”

She paused before looking up at me. “I hope not.” I tilted her chin so she faced me. Her eyes were wet. Just tell her you love her, you pussy. “You are everything to me.”

A slight smile appeared on her mouth.

It was too painful to see I’d let her down, so I lowered my mouth onto hers in a slow and possessive kiss. If I couldn’t say the goddamn words, I needed to show her there was no one else but her.

I pulled her into the oversized glass-walled shower and turned the lever to a comfortably hot temperature. When I pinned her back against the marble wall, she shivered from the cool.

Lathering the soap between my hands until it resembled soft foam bubbles, I picked up the luffa. Steam billowed around us, and water cascaded like waterfalls off our naked bodies.

“I plan to wash my filth off you,” I said, sliding the sponge down, around her hips, the curve of her ass, then back down the front of her, and around her belly.

She tilted her head back, absorbing the pressure of the scratchy luffa across her porcelain skin. My dick swelled, and I rubbed up against her thigh. I nipped at her jawline down to the column of her neck, tracing her collarbone while lathering her tits with foamy soap.

“I like your filth.” She breathed out on a moan, taking my hair with her fist, so the roots tingled.

Her words had me pushing her thighs apart, gripping her legs, and wrapping them around me, plunging into her. She was more than ready, dripping wet for me.

“Fuck, dollface.” I hissed into her neck, licking and tasting the water dripping from her hair.

“Oh God.” She scrambled her legs higher, and I lifted her with my arm, so her legs crossed over my hips. I plunged deeper into her, the soap suds dripping down her breasts. My back radiated with heat, and my legs tensed.

“Kiss me,” she demanded through a heavy breath, and my lips chased hers. Then, savagely, our tongues assaulted each other between gasps of breath and excruciating orgasmic sensations.

She opened her mouth and groaned.

“Say my name, dollface.” With her eyes shut tight, her head against the tiles, and her hands in my hair, she screamed my name.

I croaked out a throaty groan as I found my release, spilling into her.

“I want more of that,” she said breathlessly.

“Careful what you wish for,” I said, gently lowering her legs to the tiled floor.

She opened her eyes. “Why?”

“Because I could fuck you all day long.”

“What’s wrong with that?” She lowered her lip, and fuck, she was ready for more.

“Don’t tempt me,” I said, stepping back from her purposely as I was so close to throwing it all to the wind today for her.

“I like tempting you, Barrett.”

“I like it when you tempt me, but I have a meeting with my media team in twenty minutes, and don’t you have a housewarming party to prepare for?”

“I do, yes,” she said, not moving from her back against the wall and trailing my torso down to my dick.

“Let me wash you,” she said, picking up the luffa, and without waiting for a reply, she lathered the soap in her hands and gripped my shaft.

“I said don’t tempt me.” With my cock in her velvet hands, I was her prisoner—one fucking happy prisoner. She glided my shaft, and it only took a few moments to lengthen again under her touch.

“I’m cleaning you,” she said, gripping my ass and moving me under the stream of water, rinsing me off.

“Now you have me hard. What are you going to do about it?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Fuck you with my mouth.” She kneeled underneath the showerhead and pushed me against the wall. She swiped her tongue across my head and Jesus, fuck.

Her wet hair lengthened down her mid-back as she guided her bow lips around me. I raked a hand through my hair, letting her do whatever she pleased.

She started with long slow licks staring up at me.

Christ, fuck all meetings to hell.