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Forbidden Fruit - A Naughty Collection

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“Let’s have dinner.” As soon as I voice the words I notice the disappointment on Lily’s face.

Does she really want me? An old, divorced man? A father?

Dinner goes by without incident. I’m finishing the washing up when Lily strolls into the kitchen. “She’s passed out. I’ve tucked her in. I hope you don’t mind?” Her words are tentative, shy almost, and I find myself wanting to calm her down. To hold her in my arms and tell her she’s welcome to be around my daughter anytime she wants.

“Thank you. I mean, tonight was…” Scrubbing my hand over my jaw, I try to find words, but I can’t. How can I thank her for what she did tonight? For giving me a makeshift family for a few hours. The presence of happiness was here for a split second and I basked in it. Now that we’re alone and I don’t know what to say to her, I’m worried it was all just a dream. A fantasy of us playing fake families for the evening and tomorrow we’re back to normal.

“You don’t have to thank me. We didn’t even get to eat dessert.” She gestures to the shortcake stacks sitting on the small side plates.

“Eat with me?”

Her mocha eyes dart to mine in surprise. “Really?” she whispers with a smile.

I nod. Pushing one plate between us, I grab a couple of forks and hand her one. We both tuck into the decadent sweet and I can’t hold back the moan of satisfaction that rumbles in my chest.

“These are incredible,” I tell her truthfully.

Her sweet face glows with happiness. Getting a small piece, with some freshly whipped cream and a half-cut strawberry on the fork, I offer it to her. Mischievously, she leans in and wraps her lips around the fork and slowly pulls it off the metal utensil. It’s the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever seen and my dick decides he enjoyed the show just as much as my eyes. Even in her innocence, she’s a vixen if I ever saw one.

A smidge of whipped cream on the side of her mouth has me instinctively reaching for it, swiping it with my thumb. It’s an intimate gesture and it alights the need in my veins. My blood is boiling with desire for her.

I lose all inhibition when I place my thumb on her lips and they part on a soft gasp. Sucking the tip of my finger into her mouth, she flicks her tongue over the digit and I’m groaning in unadulterated lust. It’s been two years since I’ve been near a woman in a sexual way and just that tiny movement is enough to have me coming like a teenager.

“Jesus.” My grunt is raspy. Her eyes are hooded with desire, which I’m certain match my own as I watch her. I place the fork on the plate and turn to her.

Gripping her hips, I tug her against me and lean in, licking the seam of her mouth. A moan filled with longing tumbles from her plump lips as I lean in further.

“Shortcake,” I murmur against the corner of her mouth. “Do you want me as much as I do you?” I question, holding my breath, waiting for her response.

“Please.” It’s a plea, a whimper of need, and who am I to deny such a beautiful woman.

Lifting her up, I wait till she wraps her legs around my waist and walk her down the hall and into my bedroom. Shutting the door behind us quietly, I set her on the bed.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mr.—Austin.” She giggles, a blush rising on her cheeks.

“Take off your dress, Shortcake. I want to see those curves.”

With torturously slow movements, she shrugs the dress down her body. Once it pools at her feet, I lift my gaze, trailing it up from her feet, to those toned, tanned legs, taking her in inch by inch. The pastel pink panties she’s wearing are cotton and I’m dying to rip them off.

My gaze lifts to her breasts that are encased in a bra that matches the shade of her panties. Her body is curvy, but toned. Her belly button has a little jewel piercing and I wonder what else she’s pierced.

“You’re… incredible…” I murmur, in awe of the stunning girl before me.

“Thank you.” She blushes. “Your turn.”

Her words are shy, but I don’t care. I want her to see me. I need her to look at me. Unbuttoning the shirt, I shrug it over my shoulders and place it on the bed. Unhurriedly, I unzip my slacks and shove them down my legs. With my socks and shoes off, I step out of the trousers. We’re now both exposed in the same way.

“I’ve wanted… I mean… It’s been a long time.” My words are a jumbled mess filled with confused emotion. I’m not unsure of wanting her, but more of what to do with her. I really do feel like a teenager with his first girlfriend, only, I don’t want to do that to her. I want to make sure she enjoys this moment and not remember a fumbling old man who can’t figure out how to pull her panties off.


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