Forbidden Fruit - A Naughty Collection

“Jesus, Mila, we shouldn’t. You shouldn’t want me. Do you know that?” he asks, and I nod.

“I do.” My confession earns me a pained expression. “But I love you.” His gaze snaps to mine, and as I roll my hips, I realize his restraint is slowly slipping. The ebb and flow of our bodies remind me of waves in the ocean, back and forth as I continue to grind.

My head falls back, and my eyes flutter closed as I revel in the erotic yet taboo act. “Please,” I mewl as his lips find my hardened buds through the soft material of my bra.

They’re peaked painfully, and his groan does nothing to ease the tightness in my belly. As if a storm is rolling in and I’m about to be caught in the aftermath. Dad’s right; there’s no going back. A stinging swat lands on my ass, and I cry out.

“But knowing it’s wrong, that’s what makes you wet, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” he questions, and I’m so far gone, so lost in the lust for him. A man. Not my uncle, but a man.

“Yes, Uncle Grayson.” The words fall unbidden, and I ride the wave, slow and meticulous until I’m at the crest, needy and aching for release. For the orgasm I know is only an inch away, within my grasp.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come on your uncle’s cock,” he growls, and even though he’s not inside me yet, his words spur me on, pushing me to the edge, and I shatter. Completely.

“Oh, God!” I cry out. My body convulses as my release hits me deep in my core, rattling through me like a wave crashing on the shore.

The storm raging in my body slowly subsides, and when I open my eyes, I find him staring up at me in awe. As if he wants to worship me. And I’d let him.

We sit silently, in astonishment at what just happened. Brown eyes meeting green, wonderment and emotion are tightening in my chest. “I . . .” My words falter. I want to apologize, but I don’t know what I’d be saying sorry for.

“That was the single most incredible moment of my life, Mila.” Grayson’s voice, tone, and words send heat tingling through me. My blood feels as if it’s boiling with lust, but deep down I know it’s more. It’s love. I’ve loved him as a father figure for so long, and now when I look at him, the affection I feel, the love, is for a man I want as a lover.

“You . . . I mean . . . Shit.” I drop my gaze to his mouth, and I watch the small grin playing on it, teasing me like he always does.

“Don’t curse,” he admonishes, but the grin on his lips tells me he loves me cursing.

“Why? Because you’re going to fuck me?” Lifting my finger, I slowly trail it over the stubble on his chin in a lazy, teasing move. Swiftly, he grips my wrist and brings my finger to his lips.

Pressing a soft kiss on the tip, he releases my wrist and reaches for my face. His big hand cups my cheek and swipes a thumb over my lips. “I’m going to kiss you now. This isn’t going to be the same as the kisses we’ve shared before, Mila. There are so many reasons I shouldn’t, and that I should let you go find a boy your own age, or even one that you haven’t known since you were a teenager and forget this ever happened, but I can’t. I crave you like a fucking drug, and I’m tired of denying myself a fix. I need you to know, sweetheart, this isn’t only a one-night thing. If we do this, I want you. Only you,” he confirms, but before I can ask what he means, his thumb pops between my lips, and I can’t help sucking it into my mouth.

Flicking my tongue over it, I taunt him, and his eyes darken further. Desire pools in them, making them the color of dark chocolate and just as tempting.

“It’s been a long two years watching you grow into a woman, and recently having these explicit feelings drives me to jerk my cock every day over fantasies of you in my mind.” His filthy confession has arousal pooling between my legs, adding to the wetness already there from my orgasm.

“You’re not the only one, Grayson,” I murmur quietly.

“Good girl.” With that, he cups both my cheeks and pulls my face toward him in a soul-searing kiss. His lips mold to mine, and his tongue delves into my mouth, fighting for dominance. He tastes of sin and taboo, yet he also tastes like pleasure and ecstasy. “You smell delectable, little one,” he murmurs in my ear, and the shudder that slowly travels through my body is obvious. He wants me. I want him. Can this work?