So Wrong It's Good: A Forbidden Romance

“It feels so good. You make me feel so good, Reese.”

The hand that cupped her pussy started moving back and forth, rubbing her, making her wetter. The friction caused a delicious burn inside of her. She was so very close to finally feeling what it would be like to get off at the hands of the man she’d been lusting after for far longer than she cared to admit.

“You’re soaked for me,” he breathed out along her neck. “Your cream is slipping down my hand.”

She reached up and grabbed hold of his biceps, held on to him tightly, and dug her nails into his skin as her pleasure mounted. Faster and faster he rubbed, moving the palm of his hand against her clit while he pressed his fingers slightly into her body. He didn’t fully penetrate her, though, and for that she bit her lip and moaned.

Her body wasn’t her own any longer, or at least it didn’t feel like it was. All she could focus on was how good he made her feel. He pressed his chest more firmly against her, the wall stopping her from retreating if she’d wanted to. But she would have had to be a fool to want to stop this. And when his lips met hers once again, she felt his hard, extremely large erection press against her belly.

He was drunk, that was clear, but he was also hard ... so hard and big. His cock was frighteningly big, but that fright had her pussy clenching and her clit throbbing.

Legs braced apart and breasts thrust forward in invitation, she prayed he took the hint and stopped torturing her.

“You’re so fucking primed for me, Lake.” A deep, almost feral growl left him as he took his thumb and pulled one side of her labia out.

She nodded at his statement.

The cool air didn’t ease the inferno between her legs in the slightest.

He placed his other hand on the other side of her pussy, pulling that lip apart as well. The sound of suctioning flesh coming undone should have embarrassed her, but she was far too gone to give a shit.

“Spread your legs even further, baby.”

She did as he said, so lost and drunk on her lust she couldn’t have broken this moment for the life of her. With her pussy lips spread apart, he slid his fingers against her inner flesh, knowing exactly how to touch her to make her nearly come right then and there.

Up and down, expertly placed and paced, his movements were those of a man that knew what he was doing. She found herself thrusting her hips slowly at first, moving her pussy back and forth on his fingers and seeking her orgasm. Her eyes were wide, feeling like saucers as she watched him. As he rubbed faster, she pushed her hips against him harder.

“You want more than just my hands on your body, Lake?”

She nodded, her lips parted, her breathing erratic, her throat so tight she couldn’t actually form any words.

“Then tell me you want my mouth sucking at this pussy, getting you off.” It was strange hearing him speak so erotically, so dirty.

Never had any man put his mouth on her down there. Instead of getting on his knees right there, lifting her leg up and spreading them further like she envisioned and fantasized about, he removed his hands from between her legs and brought his fingers up to show her how glistening they were.

Then, shocking her once again, he spread that cream on her lips and immediately leaned down to run his tongue over her mouth.

He licked and sucked at her lips, cleaning off her arousal, but also having her become wetter because of the act.

“You taste so fucking good. Sweet and addicting.” He gripped her ass and lifted her effortlessly, but also kept her back to the wall for a suspended moment. Lake instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, and immediately felt the hardness of his cock right between her thighs. He still had his jeans on, but God, could she feel the outline of that huge shaft adding pressure to her pussy.

“I feel like I’m going to fall right off a cliff, Reese.”

He pulled back slightly and stared at her. “I’ll break your fall, because I’m right there with you, baby.”

11

Reese leaned down again and started running his tongue up the side of her throat. The very thought of being under him in her bed as he thrust in and out of her had this thrill and uneasiness coursing through her.

She knew, in the back of her mind, that stopping this was the smart and right thing to do, but she couldn’t, not when she was high from the feelings he brought out in her.

Reese pulled them away from the wall and started walking toward her bed. He set her down on the mattress, and then took a step back, just staring at her. As she looked up at him, she couldn’t help but feel like a lamb before a ravenous wolf. Although this was Ginny’s brother, and he might still be going through hard emotions over his divorce, whether he admitted it or not, she didn’t want this to stop.