Seducing The Innocent (A Forbidden Best Friend’s Little Sister Romance) (Forbidden Confessions Book 1)

by Shayla Black

  “Will you still love me if you’re graduating college pregnant?” I challenge because I can’t be less than honest about what I want.

  “Pregnant? I graduate in seven weeks. I don’t think that’s possible.”

  “Care to bet? I’m almost thirty, Kayla. If you say yes, I’ll want to start our future now. I want children immediately. Shane’s death taught me there might not be a tomorrow. So if you let me in your bed today, I will do everything in my power to make certain you’re accepting your degree and expecting our baby. I’ll fuck you constantly to make it happen.”

  She looks stunned. She’s totally silent. Have I finally frightened her away? If I have, I know I should be relieved.

  But the thought of leaving Kayla is killing me. I’ve been in love with her for so long, the notion of a future that doesn’t include her is wrenching. And knowing she’ll eventually couple off with another man who will take all the sweetness I’ve wanted for myself?

  It’s enough to break me.

  I cup her cheek. “Tell me what you’re thinking, love.”

  “I-I’m…trying to work it out in my head.”

  Of course. “I’m demanding a lot. I’m aware of that. I fully expect you to say no. And I understand.”

  When she does, I’ll go. I’ll have no choice.

  “This isn’t what I originally planned…”

  “I know.” I kiss her forehead and step back. “I’m sorry.”

  “Wait! No. What I’m trying to say is yes. Twenty-one is sooner than I imagined having kids, but I’ll have a degree in a handful of weeks. I can look for a work-at-home job, perfect for after I give birth.”

  My heart stops. “You’re saying yes? You’re certain? This is sudden. You’re young and—”

  “You know that my dad left when I was three. Other than Shane’s funeral, I haven’t seen my mother in years. Honestly, what I want most in life is roots. Real family. I thought I’d lost any chance of that when I lost my brother. But you’re giving me new hope. I’ve always wanted a big, loving family. The idea of you and me starting a new circle of life together”—she smiles—“sounds perfect. In fact, that would make me the happiest woman on earth. Now is the perfect time to lose my virginity. You’re the only man I want to give it to.”

  She’s as certifiably insane as I am.

  As if to prove that, she reaches into my pants and grabs my cock. “I want you to push every inch into my virgin pussy and make me yours. I want you to come inside me. Love me. Stay with me.”

  I seize her shoulders. “Last chance. Be very certain. I mean it; no condoms or pills. You’ll take all of me deep inside of you, where I belong, every single time. There will be no going back.”

  “I know. And I’m agreeing. Like you said, no one is guaranteed tomorrow. I don’t want to wait to get pregnant. And now that I’ve had a minute to warm to the idea, I love the thought of holding our son or daughter, feeding our baby from my breasts, then watching him or her sleep peacefully.”

  “You mean, before I lay you down and fuck you again?”

  “I certainly hope you would.” She gives me a coy smile and presses herself against me. “Please, Oliver. I’m saying yes.”

  “You won’t be ashamed to be knocked up by your brother’s best friend?”

  “I’ll feel blessed to have created a little miracle with the man I love. Can we start now?”

  Chapter Three

  Kayla

  He hesitates a long moment, and I have no idea if he’s finally going to cave in and give me what we both want.

  Vicious need suddenly tightens his dark features as he yanks my boy shorts up, then tucks my hand in his. “If you’re sure…”

  “I am.”

  “Then I need to be inside you now.”

  His words make me ache and throb. “I need that, too.”

  “After I fuck you enough to take off the edge, we’ll move into the master bedroom together. I’ll apologize now. That might be hours.”

  A few steps down the hallway, we enter the room we’ll soon share. He lifts me to the center of the bed, body taut, as if his self-control is strangling him. “Your first time should be in a bed.”

  And I like this bed. He obviously slept here last night. The sheets smell like him. They’re rumpled and cozy and musky.

  Oliver spends a long moment looking at me, and I grow self-conscious, covering my breasts with my hands.

  He grabs my wrists and shoves them flat against the mattress. “Don’t hide or keep yourself from me.”

  Innocently, I blink up at him.

  “You’ll make me crazy,” he explains. “I’m already halfway there.”

  “All right.”

  “Fuck, you’re a pretty thing.” He sheds his shirt, revealing wide shoulders and a strong chest that’s starred in many of my fantasies. He crawls across the bed, pressing his half-covered body to mine, then thumbs one of my nipples. “You’re so soft, but your body makes me so hard. When you pranced through the house wearing that pajama top, I could see straight through it. It was all I could do not to press you against a wall and shag you.”

  His words make me tremble. Other guys have tried to talk dirty to me. I’ve always rolled my eyes because they sounded ridiculous. But Oliver makes me melt.

  “Hurry.” I start pulling off my boy shorts.

  He helps me. The instant the thin cotton hits the floor, he fastens his hands on the insides of my thighs and shoves them wide apart, peering closely at me. I can feel his stare right there.

  I hold my breath. My heart pounds in my ears.

  He thumbs my clit. “Your pussy is lovely. You’ll keep that shaved close for me, yes?”

  It’s a gentle but firm order. “Of course.”

  “Mmm…” He brushes up my body and opens his mouth over one of my sensitive nipples, pulling on it, scraping it with his teeth, licking it with his tongue. A bolt of electricity connects my stiff peaks to my clit, burning me. I want him everywhere. I want him now.

  But he won’t be rushed. As he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, every pass of his lips over them is a bit rougher and more demanding. The sucking, pinching, flicking, twisting, and scraping arouses me like crazy. I wriggle. Juices seep from my aching cunt, wetting the insides of my thighs, but still he keeps on, moaning, his mouth growing more urgent.

  “Oliver…” I pant. “No more. Make me yours.”

  “I will. Soon.” But he doesn’t stray from my nipples.

  Long minutes pass in a haze of pleasure. All the sensations in my body seem to come directly through the peaks of my breasts. Still he doesn’t let up, even though they’re swollen and chafed. He merely drags them into his mouth again and pulls. They sting so sweetly. I feel almost embarrassingly wet and try to roll away. “Oliver, no more. They’re sore.”

  He pins me down, his face full of apology and agonized need. “I want your nipples raw, Kayla. I need you aching for me.” He drops his hand between my thighs and groans. “Feels as if you like it, too. You’re drenched. God, I’ve got to taste your virgin cunt. I want you on my tongue. I’m dying to make you come.”

  I nod eagerly and slowly spread my thighs wider. His nostrils flare; his eyes glitter with harsh lust. Then he buries his face in my pussy. Nothing slow or subtle. He eats me like a starving man, his tongue devouring every slick surface, savoring my clit. He moans, and his fingers tighten on my thighs, spreading them so wide my muscles burn. And he just keeps on nibbling, slurping, and sucking on me.

  God, I’ve never imagined anything like this. Putting my own hands between my legs never felt this good. I arch and clench his hair in my hands, but it’s not enough. Grabbing the short strands as best I can, I press his face deeper into my cunt. “Oliver!”

  He comes up with a smile, licking his lips. “You taste perfect, love. I’ll be spending a lot of time here.”

  As he draws my clit into his mouth again, I can feel the tide of heat rising. It claws and climbs up my body, until I’m thrashing. M
y thighs tremble violently. I cry out.

  “That’s my girl… Come for me!”

  I do. The explosion burns, pounding and overtaking every part of me. I’ve never felt anything better in my life. The pleasure is intense. I scream. I swoon. As the climax crests, I nearly black out.

  I’m still catching my breath when Oliver stands and rips off the rest of his clothes.

  My eyes bulge. He felt huge, and I’ve seen other penises in pictures, but never in person. I know immediately that he’s large, especially when he wraps a hand around his cock and strokes it.

  “Kneel.” Oliver points to the spot on the floor in front of him.

  I scramble to my knees, and he grabs my hair in his fist and guides my face to his waiting erection. A drop of pearly fluid seeps from the slit at the head. The sight arouses both my curiosity and my pussy. I stick out my tongue and lick at the moisture.

  Oliver groans and tightens his fist in my hair. “Oh, that’s it, love. Suck me deep.”

  I do, reveling in the feel of such soft skin over his hard cock against my tongue. I feel sexy and my pussy burns as I lower my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I can. Then I suck my way back up.

  He grits his teeth and shoves in deeper. “Look at me.”

  Through my lashes, I stare up at him, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, then lapping up another drop of the salty fluid. I moan. His jaw clenches. He pulls harder on my hair. Pain prickles across my scalp, heightening my senses. Stark hunger prowls across his face. My empty cunt tightens.

  “Those innocent eyes are making me harder. And that sweet fucking mouth. You haven’t sucked any other man’s cock, have you?” When I try to lift away to answer, he snarls and thrusts against my throat. “You don’t need your mouth free to tell me.”

  Oliver is right. I shake my head.

  “I love that I’ll be the first—and only—man to come in your mouth, pussy, and ass.” He sounds gratified by that prospect. “I promise to keep you so full and sated, you’ll never want anyone else.”

  I try to smile up at him, but he eases his iron-hard dick to the back of my throat again. Involuntarily, I gag. It breaks my rhythm. I’m sure I’m doing it all wrong, and I don’t want to disappoint Oliver. He’s being patient with my inexperience. But I want this pleasure to be exactly what he needs. I force myself to inhale and exhale through my nose and relax, so I can suck him in completely.

  “God, you’re amazing. I don’t know how I resisted you for so long. I want you every way I can have you.”

  I moan around his length, my taste buds saturated by his flavor.

  “Faster.”

  When I hear the ache in his voice, I pick up the pace, dragging my lips up and down his thick shaft. My jaw hurts from opening so wide, and he shuttles his way between my lips ruthlessly. His groans of pleasure swell the folds of my slick pussy. I feel so desperate to please him.

  His cock twitches in my mouth and swells. I suck him even harder and lower my head as far down his shaft as I can, my nose nearly touching his dark mound of pubic hair. I can smell his musky, manly scent wafting from his testicles. I cup them with one hand and draw them up closer to my face.

  “Fuck, yes.” He stabs his way between my lips frantically now.

  I try to let him slide deeper. My lips feel chafed, and the muscles of my jaw scream for relief. But I ignore all that because there’s something so satisfying about undoing him.

  “Take every inch of my cock past your lips, love.”

  He pushes all the way in, holding my face right against his ridged abdomen. He probes my mouth in short, rough strokes. I do my best to keep up. As if he knows I can, Oliver merely cups my face and thrusts deeper.

  “That’s pretty, your little rosebud lips stretched so wide around my cock.” He withdraws a fraction, then thrusts right back in. “You look so sexy with me violating your mouth and those dark eyes pleading with me to fuck you. I will—as soon as I come down your virgin throat. You’ll be a good girl and swallow everything I give you, won’t you?”

  I nod, then suck his dick so hard my cheeks hollow out. He groans, tightens his fists in my hair, then fucks my mouth wildly. Spurts of hot liquid splash against my throat, salty and unexpected. I swallow all I can.

  When his thick crest hits my throat again, I nearly choke. I turn my head with a gasp. A drop of his semen oozes onto my lower lip.

  As soon as I catch my breath, I glance up at him. He collects the stray drop on the tip of his finger. “Open up.”

  I part my lips for him.

  “Stick out your tongue,” he demands.

  I do, and he swipes his finger and the salty fluid across the middle. I taste him all over again. God, I want him even more now.

  “Close your mouth. Like that, yes. Swallow.”

  I do as instructed, then blink up at him for approval.

  “Perfect.” He curls a gentle finger under my chin before his thumb brushes my lips. He smiles faintly. “So swollen and red. Are they sore, like your nipples?”

  “Yes.”

  “Excellent. Did you enjoy sucking me off?”

  I nod, squirming to ease the ache in my pussy. Tasting him only made my desire rise. I need more.

  “Stop fidgeting. I’ll put out your fire soon.” He caresses my cheek so gently. “But I need to know if you still want to be mine?”

  “Yes.” I close my eyes, ready to give him all of me, always. “Please.”

  “Did you save yourself for me? Is that why you never slept with someone like Justin?”

  “For the past few years, I fantasized about you being my first,” I admit into the hush. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted, and it feels like I’ve waited forever.”

  “Fuck, I wanted you the second your brother introduced us. I knew he’d kill me if I touched you. If he were here now, he’d likely castrate me.”

  I shake my head. “He looked up to you. There was no one he trusted more. He’d insist on knowing for sure how you felt about me—”

  “I love you, Kayla.”

  I smile at him, my heart bursting. “I love you, too. And Shane would be good with that. In fact, I think he’d be thrilled.”

  Oliver cranes his head to look upward. “You’ll have to get used to this, you big bastard. You hear me? I’m going to debauch your sister.” He leans down and nuzzles my neck. “I’m going to get inside of you, Kayla. Now. And make you mine always.”

  At his vow, my blood turns electric. My pussy cramps with desperate need.

  He helps me flat on the bed again and immediately begins to fondle every tingling, aching part of me. My folds are swollen, my juices spilling onto his fingers.

  When he rubs my clit in leisurely circles that make me wriggle and arch to increase the friction, I cry out. “Hurry.”

  He pulls away. “Believe me, I can’t wait to bury myself inside you. I’ll fuck you until you scream, then release deep inside you, love. I’ll flood you with my seed every morning before we go about our day so I’ll be inside you even when I’m not with you.”

  His words alone ramp me up. He’s incredibly possessive, but that arouses me. Best of all, I have no doubt he means it.

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  I race to comply, feeling his gaze all over my breasts and my flat stomach before settling onto my hairless mound. I show him my puffy, wet cunt. At the sight, his cock bobs, getting harder. The thick head turns purple. Oliver is big, and having him inside me will hurt at first, but I just know he’ll eventually make me cry out in ecstasy.

  “That’s a love, with your legs all spread just for me.” He takes his cock in hand and strokes it. “Now open up. Let me see.”

  I can’t spread my legs any wider. Already the muscles of my thighs ache, and I look at him in confusion.

  “Use your fingers to spread yourself open for me. I intend to see that untouched cunt so I can remember what it looked like before I shoved my cock deep and made you mine.”

  I shiver, melting a
t his demanding words. I do what he says, parting the lips of my pussy with trembling fingers. He studies me for a long moment, swiping his thumb over my clit lightly, back and forth. Just as I gasp with the rising heat of another orgasm, he fits the fat head of his cock against my small opening and starts working his way in.

  My body resists, my folds swollen and tight. Oliver isn’t having any of that. He grabs my thighs, lifting them around his hips so they hug his muscled body.

  “Put your hands over your head,” he insists.

  I hesitate. Once I do, I’ll be defenseless. His cock will invade every corner of my pussy. Now that the moment is here, I fear the pain a little. But I want this. I want him.

  Finally, I do as he asks, and something primal tightens his face. “That’s lovely. Perfect. Now be a sweet love and take my cock.”

  Before I can respond, he presses in, burrowing his way into my pussy. With the first thrust, he can’t submerge every inch, so he withdraws and takes another plunge in. I cry out. The next thrust still stings, but not as badly. Finally, with a mighty shove, my body yields and takes him in completely, gripping him tightly. His balls slap against my ass.

  He tilts his hips and presses in as deep as he can possibly go, then throws his head back with a guttural groan. “Fuck. That’s it. I’ve got every inch inside you.”

  I whimper. “It still hurts.”

  “I’m sorry. The first few times will be uncomfortable, but that won’t last. I promise.”

  He pinches my tender nipples, tweaking them hard again. As I gasp, he eases back, then pushes that big cock into me with slow, deep strokes that have me trembling. My pussy screams. Twinges of pain linger…but the pleasure is building fast. And above it all, I’m euphoric to be with Oliver, to be pleasing him, to be starting our future.

  To hopefully be conceiving our first baby.

  I move with him as he rocks into me, stroking deep and hitting a spot that has me digging my nails into his shoulders. “Oliver!”

  “I’m finally fucking you. You feel like silk around me.” He groans and palms my breasts, pulling on my nipples again. “I love you.”