Naughty Tales Collection

I can feel the heat of her cunt just centimeters above my throbbing dick as she sways back and forth. Teasing the beast, I’m desperately trying to rein in.

“You sound like a monster.” Her purred words only intensify the growling in the back of my throat. “I bet your wife loves it.”

“No wife.” I bite out through a clenched jaw. I’d like to rip the black negligee she’s wearing off with my teeth.

“Girlfriend then. A big bad boy like you can’t possibly be single.” She stands and turns, sits right in my fucking lap and grinds her voluptuous ass into my cock while leaning against my chest and staring up at me through the fucking mask.

“Single.” I bite out the single word, trying to concentrate on not picking her up, slamming her back against the wall and driving my dick into her tight little pussy.

“Really?” There’s genuine shock in her tone. “There’s a Halloween party next week, you should come. First dance is on the house.” Breaking eye contact, I allow my gaze to roam down her body, missing her chocolate coloured eyes already.

My mouth waters as I see her perky nipples poking through the lace material of her gown. “Fuck that’s a beautiful sight.” I groan.

“Thank you.” Her breath catches and it’s not until then that I realize I’ve reached over with one hand to grip her hip, holding her in place.

“Shit. Sorry.” I mutter, not wanting her to call out for the bouncer and end this dance. I need more from her. So much fucking more.

She tenses when I let her go and when she begins to stand up, I open my mouth to protest until she turns to straddle my lap again. Only this time she sits all the way down. Nestling my rigid cock between her thighs and rubbing up and down slowly.

“Here,” she grips my wrists and pries them off the chair arms. I remain silent and still as she places one hand on her ass and allows the other to cup her breast. “Nice and easy.” Her breathing quickens as I sit up straighter and lean forward, breathing in her scent at the crook of her neck.

It’s unique, something I barely remember smelling before. A mix of baby’s breath and raspberries. “Eden.” I moan as her actions pickup speed and I can feel my balls drawing up to my body, ready to release at such little contact.

Fuck, maybe I am getting old.

Eden leans down and I can feel her breath on my lips, just before we make contact a loud bang

ing pounds on the door I came through followed by, “Five minutes!”

She jumps in my arms, but I don’t let her go. I act on pure instinct as I pull her closer and control the motions of her body against me while stealing her lips for a deep plundering kiss.

I suck her tongue into my mouth and grip her hips with both hands now, pushing her up and down on my length. Her body shivers and a low moan escapes her throat.

Just as I feel her tense the music stops, and someone yells, “Eden! Times up.”

We both freeze and she jumps back like I’ve shocked her. Our eyes meet and I swear I know them. I feel a soul deep connection I’ve only ever felt with one other person but it’s impossible.

My Eden Glass left for the coast four months ago, after she graduated high school in June. She can’t be here at a club aptly named for her.

“Thanks for the dance.” I call as she vanishes as quickly as she appeared.

I walk out into the club, hard cock, pounding heart, confused about how similar she was to my Eden. My own forbidden fruit.

Chapter Two

Eden

“Hey, Eady. Got a problem.” My little brother Oliver says as I walk out of the bathroom after a hot shower. Last night there was a bachelor party at the club and after that third dance I was shaken. I wasn’t sure it was Mr. Daily until I got closer to him and then my body went crazy.

“What is it?” I wait for him to speak as I pull the brush through my hair to untangle my damn curls. Everyone is so envious of my natural curl, but they don’t understand what a pain in the ass the upkeep is.

“I need you to come to school today.” I stop all movement. Oli is in his first year of high school and for some reason he thinks he has to prove himself to the kids at John T. Maple High School. The same school I went to for my final year.

The one where I fell in love with my principal and made a fool of myself at every turn. I thought his interest piqued after there was a big bust with a student and teacher about drugs, but I was wrong. He seemed to ignore me even more after that.

It was a relief to leave.

It was also heartbreaking saying goodbye to a man who barely knew I was alive.