So Wrong It's Good: A Forbidden Romance

With her hand so close to her pussy, she felt her wetness coat the back of her fingers. It was hot and creamy, so saturating that she knew once he was inside of her he would have no resistance.

“Touch me, Lake. Take my cock and put it in your pussy, where you ache, baby,” he murmured against her lips and thrust gently against her hand as if to emphasize his point.

She was nervous, so scared and aroused her head felt foggy. If she hadn’t been lying down, she knew she would’ve passed out. Lake grabbed his cock, and her pulse skyrocketed when she couldn’t wrap her fingers fully around the girth. He seemed to pulse in her grip, and when she placed him at the entrance of her pussy, her eyes widened and her breathing stopped.

“Are you ready for me, Lake?”

No. Yes.

When she removed her hand and gripped his biceps, she prepared herself for the penetration, for the stretching and burning that would surely encompass all of her. Their breath mingled together as she anticipated what it would finally feel like to have him inside of her.

Ever so slowly, he started to push into her. The wide head of his cock stretched the opening of her pussy, and a delicious burn traveled through her whole body. He was slow and gentle, but he was also dominating. He had his hand on the bed beside her head, his jaw clenched tightly and his expression fierce.

Lake curled her nails into his flesh and brought him closer. It hurt, but the pain morphed into pleasure the deeper he tunneled inside of her. Inch after inch he pushed into her ... owning her.

“God, baby. You’re so tight, so hot and wet.” She could see beads of perspiration dot his forehead as a look of pure ecstasy covered his face. “This feels so good, so fucking good.”

It did feel so good, and although she still couldn’t wipe away the guilt that lingered in the back of her mind that she could be hurting people by being with him, she knew that she would have never been able to stop wanting him. Her need would have only grown in intensity. She knew that.

He started thrusting into her, pulling out and pushing back in. He was slow and gentle at first, but with each passing second, his speed and the pounding of his cock into her pussy became harder. Their breathing became hard pants, and she moaned aloud.

He stared right at her, his face hard, strained, as if he were holding back. She didn’t want that.

“Don’t hold back. Take me how you want.” She couldn’t believe she was being so wanton right now.

Every time he pulled out of her, her pussy would tighten around his shaft, as if trying to draw him in. The stretch and burn of his cock filling her only increased her need to have him pounding all that heavy flesh into her body.

“God, baby. Don’t say shit like that to me because I won’t be able to hold off.”

“Then don’t.”

He groaned and leaned his face toward the crook of her neck. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” Reese said against her cheek, his words muffled and out of breath.

She did as he asked and loved the feel of her sweat-slicked skin rubbing against his. The act seemed to make what they were doing more intimate. He moved his hands to her waist, lifted up slightly so there were inches between them now, and stared down at her.

With his hands on her hips, holding her down, she felt his domination. Just when she felt another orgasm rise, he pulled out of her and went onto his back, pulling her up and over him. Lake now straddled his waist, his cock hard and slicked with her juices, and her hands on his pecs.

A little voice in her head said they should have used a condom, but she was too far gone in her lust to give it more than a passing thought.

He stared up at her, his look drugged, yet his cock pulsing inside of her. “Ride me, Lake.”

She swallowed and curled her hands in his pectoral muscles.

She could feel his heart pound right beneath her palms. Reaching between them, she took his cock, rose up on her knees, and placed the tip at her entrance. And then she pushed down, engulfing him with her body. Her muscles tightened, a moan left her, and he grunted as if in pleasure/pain.

Her pussy was so juicy that when she rose above his cock again, it slipped almost all the way out with no effort. When she pushed back down, he closed his eyes and sighed. Up and down she moved, curling her nails into his chest as the pleasure morphed into something so much more intense.

Despite her lack of knowledge of how to properly please a man, given the sounds he made, she knew she was doing something right.