Forbidden Fruit - A Naughty Collection

At thirty-two, I’d never have thought I’d be with a woman of nineteen, but there’s no one else for me. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up.” Shoving my boxer briefs down, I glance at her staring at me. Her gaze rakes over me in the most seductive way, and I’m ready to fuck her senseless.

She hops off the counter and stalks past me into the shower. Her body is utter perfection, flawless with an ass I can’t wait to claim.

“You coming?” she taunts, glancing at me over her shoulder.

“I will be. So will you,” I promise, stepping under the spray behind her. Grabbing her shower gel, I squirt some into my hand. The scent of candy hits me. It’s her, so fucking her. Sweet, and so intoxicating I feel high just from the dollop in my palm. Lathering my hands, I place them on her shoulders, massaging and kneading the muscles.

A whimper falls from her lips and echoes in my ears. Running my hands down her arms, stroking and teasing until I reach her hips, and I see her wince. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” She spins in my arms, and I glance at the word written on her body. “I love that tattoo.”

“It was for you,” she coaxes in a honeyed tone. Her finger trails a path from my belly button up to my chin, then slowly teases my lips. Swiftly, I snatch her finger between my teeth and bite down on a growl.

“Don’t toy with me, sweetheart. I’ll spank that little ass.” I release her finger and tug her against me. My stiff cock throbs between us. Shocking me, she reaches forward and grips my shaft, stroking slowly, while her eyes are pinned to me.

“And what if I enjoy the spanking?” Her tongue darts out, licking her lips as she purses them in a seductive pout. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. This woman is going to be the death of me.

“I’d count on you loving it. Then you’ll need a good fucking, and I’ll dole that out every fucking day, sweetheart.” I lean in and tug her bottom lip between my teeth, biting down, earning myself a sexy moan. “Is my sweetheart wet for me?” I question in a raspy tone.

“I’m drenched, Grayson, just for you.” Her breathy words are enough. Without answering, my hands find her ass, lifting her so both legs wrap around my waist. I walk her backward till she’s flush with the wall. The tip of my cock nudges her entrance, and I have to ease myself into her tight, slick pussy.

“Jesus.” A guttural groan from my lips is all I can manage as I sink into her, fully seated.

Her body pulses and quivers around me, and I’m a man possessed.

“Fuck me, please?” she begs, and I lose all fucking control.

My hips slam into her, faster and harder. So fucking deep, she’s clawing at my shoulders. “Mila, sweetheart . . .”

“Oh, Grayson, God, I’m . . . Fuck . . .” Her words tumble out, not making any sense as I plunge into her repeatedly. I need her. I fucking ache for her.

“Mila, come on my dick, sweetheart. Fucking soak me in your sweet honey.” My teeth latch onto her smooth, bare shoulder as I growl my order, and she does. She shatters around me, her body quivering, milking my dick for all it’s worth, and I can’t hold back any longer.

My release hits me full force, and I bite down as she screams out in pleasure, her nails digging into my back, and I don’t care if she draws blood. All that matters is that I’ve just fucking marked her, claimed her, and now I fucking own her.

“Jesus, you’re going to kill me, sweetheart,” I murmur against her neck, licking at the spot my teeth have marked her. Her body trembles in my arms. Something about it makes me need to see it more, to have her come undone below me again. To have her body writhing in ecstasy as I take her.

“I think you’ll survive, Grayson.”

Her response is breathy at best, and as I let her down on shaky legs, I wrap her in my arms and tug her under the warm spray. Closing my eyes, I feel the calm overtake me.

Having a moment like this, connected not physically but emotionally is new to me, and my heart thumps wildly. Her hand reaches up, and she places it on my chest, right where she can feel the beat. “Why did you choose me? Why would you put yourself through this?” She lifts her eyes to find mine, curiosity dancing in those green pools.

I know what she means. We’re in for a shit storm of note when her mother’s side of the family finds out. Mila isn’t the easiest girl to live with or to be with. Her father told me about her fiery personality. She’s like a live flame, ready to destroy anything in its path.