Forbidden Lust

I twisted my lips into a grin. I stood up and slowly pulled down my sundress. It fell to my ankles, and I stepped out of it. I stood there in nothing but my new lingerie with one hand on my hip. “This kind of dessert?”

“Fuck me, Lourde.” He stared. His gaze slowly tracked me from head to toe, then he wiped his mouth with the napkin.

“Turn around,” he commanded, and his voice sent me weak at the knees. I did as he asked, turning around slowly, my bare ass clothed in a tiny lace thong. A groan fell from his mouth, and it reverberated between my legs.

I glanced over my shoulder. “Follow me.”

“No.”

I whipped my head around, but he was already behind me, lifting me in his arms.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked.

“I can’t wait that long.” He took the stairs two at a time with me in his arms. I gripped his broad shoulders as he carried me with ease, then threw me on his bed, admiring me. I climbed back over to the side of the bed where he stood and looked up at him. I clawed his sweatpants down, eager to taste him with my mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Having my dessert.”

Without waiting for him to reply, I freed his erection, and it sprung free, thick and hard.

Knowing I did this to him was too much to take. I wrapped my lips around his delicious head, teasingly, swiping it with my tongue.

“Ah.” He titled his head back as his hands circled my hair.

I went up and down, deeper and deeper, taking him all. I didn’t care if I gagged. He was huge, and I wanted him. I needed to show him I wasn’t this little innocent Diamond heir. I was dirty and only for him. He guided me with his hand. Gently, then firmly.

“Fuck me, dollface. You give magnificent head.”

I squeezed his balls, then swiped them once over with my tongue. He groaned a throaty groan, and the sound had me dripping with arousal. As if reading my thoughts, he trailed a finger down my back, finding my wet spot. I moaned along his girth.

“Stop, I’ll come,” he said, pushing me away and wrapping his hand around my jaw.

I looked up. “Good, I want you to.”

Ignoring his drunk eyes, I wrapped my mouth around his tip, then to the base, repeating the motion until I felt him tremble beneath me.

“Fuck!” He roared, gripping my hair between his hands. Hot liquid shot down my throat, and I swallowed all of him, making sure I didn’t miss a drop. I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth while staring up at him.

He stood, his eyes wide.

Who said I was innocent?

* * *

After giving me two mind-blowing orgasms, I lay exhausted and satisfied. The man knew every move in the Kama Sutra. But I wasn’t complaining, far from it. With my boyfriends, the sex went from okay to average. With Barrett, it just kept getting better.

“So I have to go out on the boat tomorrow for a client’s boring lunch thing. If you’re not doing anything with the girls, do you want to come?” He turned to me.

“I’d love to,” I said, surprised by his question.

“Don’t get any ideas. It’s just… the guys are all bringing their partners so… you know.” He sat up in bed, and I did the same.

“What ideas might I be getting? I know we’re fuck buddies, Barrett, that’s all.”

He nodded. Then why did part of me feel like maybe this was a date?

I climbed out of his bed, left my lingerie in his room, and walked out naked.

“Night,” I said, shutting the door behind me.