Forbidden Love

“And I want to come inside your tight cunt.”

Oh.

He guided me up, so I was now standing, his lips smashing onto mine in a bruising kiss. At the same time, he thumbed down my satin shorts to my knees, and I flung them down past my ankles to the ground.

“Turn around,” he commanded, dragging his hot gaze across my naked body. “On all fours, dollface.”

I did as he asked and shifted back to the edge of the bed, resting on my knees and hands. Anticipation filled my veins, pumping hard throughout my body, waiting for his touch. Finally, his thighs pressed against the backs of my legs, his cock resting in the folds of my ass, and I pushed back into him, desperate for more. Fingers spread me apart—one, then two, and I gasped at the sensation.

“I love how you're so wet for me.” His kisses trailed the length of my spine as I arched back into his fingers, causing me to moan.

“Please.” I gasped, my lungs burning for oxygen, craving only what he could give me.

He slid his fingers out and groaned. “So sweet.”

My pussy ached as I watched him over my shoulder, licking the wetness off his fingers and tasting me.

“You want this, dollface?” With the other hand, he held his cock against my back entrance, dragging it down to my wetness where he had just finger-fucked me.

A guttural sound escaped from the back of my throat, unable to form the words.

“Fuck, I want it too.” He filled me with one deep thrust, so hard it pushed me forward. His hands quickly circled my hip holding me back as I balled the sheet into my fist for a grip.

Repeatedly he plunged into me, my tits bouncing from the force, his hands digging further into my hips for support.

“You're everything,” he moaned, continuing his relentless thrusting.

“More,” I yelled, wanting him to say the words.

He tugged on my ponytail and curled the hair around his hand in a tight but firm grip, my head tilted back. Every nerve ending was lit, and with one deep assault, my pussy spasmed around him in a tsunami of a release.

“Fuck, Lourde,” he said as his cock throbbed, and he shot me full of his seed.

With my arms like lead and legs like jelly, he let my hair go, causing my head to hang low as I tried to claim back my vanishing breath. His hand wrapped around my stomach in a bear hug from behind. He didn’t let me go, and I placed my hand around his, feeling the warmth of his embrace.

Before he pulled out, he placed a kiss on my mid-back. I immediately collapsed on the bed and rolled over onto my back.

A grin spread into his cheeks as he leaned down to kiss me on the mouth. Yeah, there were no words.

“Can I shower now, Ms. Diamond?” he eventually asked.

“Now you can shower.” I laughed.

“Then I want to take you out.” He smiled, not just with his mouth, but his eyes shone like two emeralds. Light and love spread onto his face, and I don't think I'd ever seen Barrett happier than in this moment.

We were going out in public together for the first time.

“Let me make a call first, but I'd love that.”

He side-eyed me. “Of course.”

I smiled.

“Why don't we just visit your parents now?” he asked.

What?“Really?”

“Absolutely.” He grinned, then stepped into my shower, leaving me on the bed with a more- than-satisfied vah-jay-jay and a full heart.

Barrett turned the shower on, and a stream of water followed. I rolled over, spotted my phone on the bedside table, and sucked in a huge breath.

What would Mom think?She'd planned every boyfriend I’d ever had, making sure they came from a respected family and were, of course, rich.

Barrett had success, ridiculous success, but he was new money as Mom would say. He didn’t come from a prestigious family and had a past he didn’t want to divulge.

I shook away the feeling he was keeping something from me and decided to call Dad instead of Mom.

“Lourde. How's the apartment?”

“It’s great.” I paused. “Are you and Mom home?”

“Yes, dear. Why?” He sounded concerned.

“I was going to come round shortly, that’s all.”

“Splendid. Shall I ask the chefs to organize lunch?”

My heart beat erratically. I had a strong suspicion Dad knew about Barrett when I’d spent the weekend at his place after the dinner with Finigan.

“Yes, please, for me and one other.”

He paused before adding, “Sure.”

“Thanks, Dad, see you soon.”

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