Seducing the Innocent (Forbidden Confessions 1)

As if his permission frees all the sensations tightening and growing deep inside me, it explodes in a bright flare of ecstasy. He continues to work at my nub and grinds relentlessly into my pussy again and again. A moment later, his body shudders. “That’s it. Take me. Take. Every. Drop. I. Give. You.”

He drills into me harder with every stroke, hot jets of his seed spilling so deep in my unprotected depths. Oliver is right; if we keep this up, I’ll soon be pregnant. The thought only brings me peace. I smile as the haze and glow of orgasm overtake me.

Yes, I originally planned to finish college before getting serious about a guy or starting a family. But Oliver will take care of me. I’ll never love any man more. I know that deep in my heart.

Slowly, he withdraws and crouches over me. As the midmorning sun streams through the windows, I see blood. My virgin blood. Then he drops his gaze to my pussy. As hot semen oozes out, he gathers it with his finger and pushes it back inside me as deep as he can. He props a couple of pillows under my hips, tilting them up.

“Lie there for a bit, just like that, love. I’ll be back.”

“Will that help me get pregnant faster?”

“It can’t hurt. Besides, you look beyond sexy that way.” He winks.

I laugh and close my eyes. I can’t remember the last time I was this sublimely happy.

He lies beside me, cuddling me against him and kissing my ear. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Oliver.”

Chapter Four

Oliver

Twenty minutes later, I hear a phone ding somewhere in the house. It doesn’t take long to realize it’s Kayla’s phone. I wander from room to room until I find the device in her bathroom. Another message from Justin is waiting.

Come on, baby. You have the prettiest tits. I want to nibble them. And if you let me pop your cherry, I’ll make you feel good.

I see a hundred shades of red. I want to reach through the phone and beat the piss out of him for daring to treat Kayla like an object and wanting the woman who’s mine. But I could get angry…or I could get even.

Gnashing my teeth, I quickly type. Why don’t you come over now?

He sends an emoji with a shocked face. Seriously?

Yes. I’m waiting. With a fist for him.

On my way. You won’t regret it.

“No, I won’t,” I drawl as I set the device aside. “But you will.”

Ten minutes later, he screeches into the drive with his ridiculously souped-up truck, pale hair spiked and bleached, muscle shirt showing off swanky new ink, and a smirk I want to smack off his mouth. I’m not letting him into the house with Kayla, not while she’s naked in our bed, sated and smiling. That’s for me alone.

I intend to make that clear to Justin.

With a shove of the front door, I slam my way out and glare him down as he exits his truck. He freezes when he sees me barreling toward him.

“Hey. Is, um…Kayla here?”

“Yes, my girlfriend is inside, and we both found the message that popped up on her phone a few hours ago quite disturbing. Out of respect for her, I suggest you delete the photo from your phone and ask anyone you sent it to to do the same.”

He scowls. “I didn’t send it to anyone. Look, I don’t know who you are—”

“Oliver.”

Recognition lights his eyes. Justin may not have met me, but he’s clearly heard of me. “Yeah, well, she invited me over to”—he shrugs like he’s the shit—“you know, fuck her. So maybe she’s not your girlfriend anymore.”

“She is. Delete the photo.”

“I don’t have to do shit.”

“You do if you want to keep your face intact.”

“Nah, man. That goes in my spank bank.”

That’s all I can tolerate. I grab Justin by the throat and shove him against his truck. “You will never again look at my girlfriend’s breasts while you wank yourself. Delete the fucking photo.”

“I want to talk to her first.”

“She’s asleep right now. In my bed, and she won’t be leaving it.”

“Did you fuck—”

I tighten my fingers around his neck until he chokes. “I don’t recommend that you finish your sentence. Delete the photo, get in your truck, drive away, and never contact Kayla again. Or you will answer to me. Am I clear?”

When he pushes me away, I let him. Then he shrugs and acts like it’s no big deal. “Whatever. Here.” He reaches for his phone and deletes Kayla’s topless picture from his camera roll. “It’s gone. Now get out of my face. If she wants to fuck some older, uptight dude, there’s plenty of pussy out there, happy to put out. I got no problems moving on.”

He’s a prick and a misogynist. How did Kayla ever meet him? “Excellent. Now get the fuck off her property.”