Forbidden Kiss (Carson Cove Scandals 1)

“It’s not going to take much to make me come.” A loud moan echoed in my throat.

“I’m going to teach you how to come on command—and you’re going to love it.” He narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

“Oh god…” I felt the familiar pressure building.

Bryant kept repeating the same rhythmic thrusts as the pressure continued to build. The harder thrusts got me close, the slower ones pulled me back from the edge, and the slowest one made my whole body quiver when it went deep. I was ready to come, and he could have easily brought the orgasm to the surface with a steady stream of harder thrusts, but he seemed to like toying with me. The pressure got so intense that I could feel my muscles getting tight—but I wasn’t there yet. He kept me on the edge for what felt like an eternity before the slower thrusts were enough to make the pressure build—then the slowest one sent me spiraling into euphoria. As soon as he felt my pussy spasm, he picked up the speed—and the quick thrusts tore my understanding of pleasure in half.

“I’m gonna come! Oh god! Fuck!” My mouth opened wide, and my words just turned into garbled nonsense as my body erupted in bliss.

Bryant bent me to his will—and I didn’t realize he was doing it until my body was already at his mercy. Once the orgasm seized control, he literally owned it. He used the quick thrusts to make it peak so high my entire body shook—then gave me some slower ones to keep that peak going—but it wasn’t just moving in a straight line—the peak was getting higher too. Another series of harder thrusts made my body literally convulse, and a stronger orgasm devoured the first one. It was a high that I couldn’t come down from—and it was still trying to peak, despite the fact that I had already been taken to a level that I didn’t even realize could exist.

“Come for me again.” He leaned forward, and his words came out as a raspy-growl. “I want to feel it—and you’re going to do what I say.”

“I…” I tried to say can’t, but that word didn’t exist in my vocabulary—nor was it true—because my body simply obeyed him.

In the midst of orgasmic euphoria, I felt a stronger sensation emerge. I heard stories about the mythical g-spot but had no idea if they were true until Bryant awakened it. It roared to life with another orgasm on top of the newfound source of bliss. I was starting to lose count—and I began to actually believe he could make me come ten times—but there was no way I would know for sure. My thoughts were shattered, and my head was spinning out of control. It was filled with so many endorphins I didn’t know how to function—all I knew how to do was come on command.

“You’re not done,” Bryant growled into my ear.

I know…

Bryant started to hammer his cock into my g-spot. The orgasm that was currently consuming me—whichever one it was—began to fade. That was a moment of respit

e that I savored in the midst of passion, but I could feel another one coming. All of my senses faded except the pleasure I felt when the next powerful surge of euphoria swept through my veins. My pussy had gotten so sensitive that it was beginning to ache from the spasms, but the pleasure was too intense to focus on anything else. I couldn’t even tell when one orgasm stopped and another one began—I didn’t know if he could tell either. I was just strung out on the endorphins while my body chased the next high, they would bring.

“Now you’re going to make me come.” Bryan pushed my chin to the side and kissed my neck—slowly lifting his lips to my ear.

“Yes—I want to feel you…” I dug my nails into his back.

Bryant’s cock had throbbed several times while he yanked the bliss from within me, but it started to pulsate even harder than it did when I used my mouth to make him explode. Feeling it throb and pulsate against my g-spot was enough to bring me close to the edge—if it was ten, he was right on target—it definitely wasn’t less. His thrusts got faster—harder—and I could hear the bed protesting underneath us. A loud primal roar echoed in his throat—his head flew back—and then I felt him come. His seed flooded my pussy—quick, powerful bursts that teased me before a gasp of pleasure caused a release that sent me across the threshold of euphoria one final time. My spasms milked his cock as he unloaded inside me, and when the final drop was drained from his balls, he simply slumped forward.

“Give me a few minutes—then I’ll be ready to go again.” His voice sounded dry and raspy—like the release had taken everything out of him.

“Again?” I sighed. “My whole body feels numb…”

“It’ll pass.” He pressed his lips to my ear. “Because you belong to me now—and you’re going to come every time that I tell you to.”

I promised myself it would only be once—I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep that promise now…

* * *

Several hours later

I wanted to stay in Bryant’s arms until the sun came up, but I knew it wasn’t a good idea. I was old enough to come home when I wanted, but I had never stayed out all night—my mother would definitely worry. Bryant kept his word—it wasn’t long until he was ready for another round of mind-bending bliss. Thankfully, it was just a quick trip to paradise for us both to get one final release. I don’t think I could have handled more than that. We stayed tangled in a lover’s embrace for a few hours after—we both dozed just to get enough energy to crawl out of bed. He drove me home—we shared one last kiss when he stopped in front of my house—and then I had to sneak in under the cover of darkness for the first time since high school.

At least everyone is asleep…

“You’re getting home pretty late.” A light came on at the end of the hall, and I nearly jumped out of my heels when I saw Anna standing in her doorway.

Scratch that—apparently my sister isn’t in bed.

“Keep your voice down.” I brought my finger to my lips to shush her. “I don’t want mom to wake up.”

“You must have a boyfriend.” A devilish grin spread across her face, but she did lower her voice to a whisper.

“Don’t say anything.” I shook my head back and forth. “Please…”

“I won’t.” She smirked and chuckled. “I just hope I’m not still sneaking in the house when I’m twenty-three…”