Forbidden Fruit - A Naughty Collection

“You’re going to make me squirt?” I question, cocking my head to the side. I’ve never done that and the fact that he’s promising me makes me curious to know how he’s going to do it.

“I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, you’ll be calling in sick for a week to recover. I’m going to fuck every hole—mouth, pussy, and ass. And when I’m done, I’ll do it all over again.”

“You’re such a savage.”

“I know and that’s why you keep me around. You know you drive me fucking mad.” He pulls me in and circles my waist with his strong arms. His forehead touches mine lightly, and we stare into each other’s eyes for so long it’s like those Hallmark moments. “Jaz, I’m falling for you. There’s nothing stopping me, only you. If you let me in, I promise not to hurt you.” His words are deep felt and there’s something beautifully romantic about this moment.

“You can’t promise to never hurt me, Dane. Things happen, people move on.” I press my hands against his chest and push away and he lets me. The confession tumbles from my mouth earnestly and when I turn to look at him, I notice the way his jaw ticks with frustration.

“Do you want him back?”

“No! God no, he was cheating on me with Derek.” Dane’s eyes widen in shock. He opens his mouth, then shuts it. As my words sink in, he shakes his head.

“What a fucking idiot. Why get engaged then?” I shrug. To be honest, I’m not sure either. Things between us were never as hot as it is with Dane. He never wanted to do anything adventurous in the bedroom, now I realize it’s because I had the wrong equipment.

“I guess he didn’t want people to find out about his love interest.” I shrug while pulling on my pumps. When I straighten, I find blue-green eyes staring at me. “What?”

“I’ll make up for those three years, Baby Doll. Trust me when I say, I’ll kiss you right, touch you right, and fuck you right. You’ll never need or want for anything. I’ll make sure that when you cry you’re comforted and when you smile, I’ll be the reason for it.” My heart swells and I know I’m falling, deep and hard, just like Dane likes it.

“Hey! You two stop fucking up there. We’re hungry!” Xander’s booming voice comes from downstairs and I can’t help giggling.

“How about we celebrate?” I tug his shirt toward me so our lips meet in a soft kiss. A low groan rumbles in his chest and I giggle. “Please?” I pout. It’s the only thing I know will break down his resolve. Which it does and he pounces on me.

“Hands up.” He growls and I lift my hands above my head. With quick work, he cuffs me to the headboard. “I can’t wait for breakfast.”

Suddenly my legs are spread, the panties I was wearing find a spot on the carpet and Dane’s mouth is on my core. His lips suckle me, teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it like a switch and it must be because my hips buck and I cry out, begging for release.

“Dane, fuck just please, God…” My words scramble in my mind and fall out of my mouth in a jumbled mess. He ignores my plea. I lift my body, tugging on the cuffs but he’s in control and all I can do is take what he’s giving. “Fuck, fuck…”

He slips two thick fingers inside me and pumps them in and out slowly. It’s torturous because I want it fast and hard. The pad of his thumb teases my clit, rolling small circles around it and sending jolts of pure lust through me. My body trembles and I feel my core tightening. But he continues his snail’s pace finger fucking me, keeping me teetering on the edge.

I’ve never felt anything like it. My lower belly tightens painfully. It’s as if someone is pressing down on me, and suddenly I need to pee. “That’s my girl. So close,” he growls and I don’t understand. What is he doing? Then he crooks his fingers, massaging my inner wall, that spot, which detonates a bomb within me and I soak him in my release. My eyes roll back and tears prick them, but it’s not from sadness, my whole body is trembling. My toes curl into the bed painfully and I bow off the bed.

His mouth ravages me, sucking, licking, tasting me and the feral sounds coming from Dane are inhuman. Animalistic.

I can’t form words, but when I open my eyes, I see the smile on his face. “What…?”

“Told you I’d make you squirt, Baby Doll.” He moves, pulling off his soaked shirt and un-cuffs me. Pulling me into his warm embrace, he watches me. “Was that fun?”