So Wrong It's Good: A Forbidden Romance

She looked down at her ring, at the size of it, the way it seemed so large on her finger, even dwarfing her hand.

“You’re making me nervous, baby,” he said on a little, nervous chuckle. “You let me know how fast or slow to go, and I’ll be here.”

“Yes, God yes, Reese,” she said and started laughing through her happiness. He smiled and stood. Reese pulled her in for a hug, and she closed her eyes and smiled. She leaned back.

Rising on her toes, she pressed her lips to his. He lifted his other arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her close to him, and slightly having her going off the ground. He was so strong, so powerful. The feel of his erection prodding her belly had a flash of wetness leaving her pussy. God, even two years later this felt so new and exciting with him. They’d taken things slowly. She lived alone now, having moved out of her father’s and Ginny’s place and gotten an apartment about ten minutes from where they lived. Although she saw Reese a lot, and he spent the night more times than not, she hadn’t wanted to rush into anything.

“I’d do anything for you, baby,” he said against her lips. He went back to kissing her, harder this time, and slid his hand that cupped her cheek to the back of her head. He held her face close to his as he fucked her with his lips and tongue.

“Reese...” She breathed against his mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed when he moved his mouth to her neck, and his warm breath teased the skin right below her ear.

“Yeah, baby?” His voice was low, husky.

“I...” she said on a moan when he ran his tongue along her throat.

“You’re mine,” he groaned, stopping her from speaking anymore. The feel of his tongue on her throat had a small mewl leaving her. “I won’t ever take anything you’re not willing to give, and I’ll never rush you into anything. I’m here for the long run.”

Her head was suddenly too heavy for her to hold up, and so she let it fall back, baring her throat.

“That’s it, baby, give yourself to me. I swear to fucking God, I’ll make you never regret it.”

She knew she’d never regret anything with Reese, would never think twice about giving herself to him. Lake wanted to let go, so she brought her hands up, gripped his massive biceps, and nodded her desire for him to continue. “I want you, want this, but...”

He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours, Lake.”

She licked her lips, knowing she really did want this, but wanted him to submit to her, too, at least at first. “Will you let me lead?” She didn’t need to elaborate, because by the sound he let out she knew he understood.

“Anything. Anything and everything I have is yours. I’m yours.” He brushed his lips against hers, like he was ready to let her take the reins. She knew it was probably for this one time, because Reese was a very dominating man. She’d seen it, felt it in him when he’d taken her that first time, and every time after that for the last two years. Lake liked that he took control. It made her feel like a woman, and that he knew how to make her feel good because he knew her so well.

He took a step back, and for a moment all they did was stare at each other. The shirt he wore was a button-down. She lifted her hands to his chest and rested her open palm right over his pectoral muscles, felt the firm definition, and felt her arousal grow.

Lake slipped the buttons out one at a time, and when the material was hanging open, she smoothed her hands along the hard, smooth ridges of his chest.

Pushing the shirt off his shoulders, she stared at the dark hair that started right below his belly button and disappeared beneath his jeans. All other thoughts left her mind, and she breathed out roughly as she stared at his hard chest. It was broad, golden in color, and so muscular she felt like a small, insignificant woman beside him. He groaned low in his throat as she stared at him.

Lake knew it must be hard for Reese to just stand there, not taking control when she knew he wanted to. Nervousness was a living entity inside of her, but she pushed it aside and reached for the belt at his waist.

His erection was already tenting his jeans, and it was enormous. After getting the button undone and his zipper down, she took a deep breath, gripped the edges of the denim, and pushed them down along with his boxer briefs. His shaft sprang forth like another limb, and all she could do was stare at it.