Erotica: Can't Keep Them Apart (New Adult Romance Bundle)(Erotic Sex Taboo Box Set)

by Audrey Drake

  I blushed and quickly told him it was nice seeing him again. I needed my “me time” and I needed it now.

  I made a habit out of forgetting the mail each day, only to make sure to grab it each morning. Weston didn’t seem to mind. Each day my wardrobe got a bit naughtier. Each day our chats became a bit flirtier. Still, while I wanted it badly, I knew deep down that it was forbidden.

  I couldn’t ride the neighbor boy until I’m out of breath, my legs shaking as his cum drips out of my soaking wet pussy down my leg as I slide off his big, hard cock to lie on my back, on the bed I share with my husband.

  For some odd reason, I feel that scenario would be frowned upon if it ever hit the neighborhood gossip wires. I know his mother. We used to be in the same book club. She routinely told me about his athletic accomplishments as a pre-teen. I’d be banished from the neighborhood if anything between us ever happened and got out. This thought didn’t help my hormones. The thought of being a bad girl had always exciting me, but I had never been this bad before.

  Sure, a quickie in the bathroom stall with a guy on the football team was fun while in college. However, those types of things just seemed to happen to everyone while in college. Everyone doesn’t seem to have a wild desire to be ravished by a ripped young man of twenty years old, who lives a few doors down.

  Chapter Two

  It didn’t matter what everyone thought or what everyone wanted. I knew I wanted to feel his hands roughly grab my hips as he finds his way inside me from behind. I want his sweat to dip down my spine as he furiously strokes in and out of my tight, little pussy.

  Then one day…

  An opportunity presented itself.

  My “forgetful mail routine turned to flirty chats while wearing what essentially constituted as lingerie” had been successful in attracting the young stud. He was quite flirty with me each morning.

  However, one morning something seemed off. During our brief minute of chatting, I noticed he was visibly upset. So I asked, “What’s wrong with my young stud today?” in a joking manner.

  He exhaled, “Ughhh, Mrs. Davis. I got injured at the gym today. I was benching lightly to end my workout and my back just gave out. I’m hoping it’s just a tweak, but it’s so frustrating to get hurt.”

  “You poor baby. I wish there was something I could do to help you.” I said as I thought about helping him in more ways than one.

  He smiled, “Thanks. I’d take all the help I can get.”

  My mind was racing. He clearly needed a bit of help and I used to be a nurse. Plus, hubby used to have back spasms. I know how to give killer massages and I have the special tape that alleviates back pain when applied somewhere in the house.

  I thought about if I should. I knew I wanted it, but this was my opportunity. The nerves filled my stomach as I blurted out, “I could help you Weston. I used to be a nurse and have massaged many a back pain away during my days.”

  He chuckled and contemplated the idea, “Well, that doesn’t sound too bad actually.”

  Outside I remained calm; inside I couldn’t control my excitement. I’d never wanted anything more than to feel his body and this was my chance.

  “Ok, come on over. I have some tape we can put on after the massage that helps with the pain too.” I said while trying to control my nervousness.

  “Umm, ok.” He mumbled with a somewhat confused look as we began to walk to my house. He didn’t have his shirt on.

  Inside, I tried to keep things normal. My mind kept racing, but that feeling in my stomach kept growing. “Lay down on the couch Weston. I’m going to grab some lotion and the tape upstairs.” I blurted out as I rushed up the stairs.

  I couldn’t find the tape, but I didn’t care. Tape was the last thing on my mind as I made my way down the stairs. Walking to the couch I glanced over at his thick, muscular back.

  He looked up, “Not too rough, Mrs. Davis. It hurts pretty bad.”

  “Ok, I’ll be gentle with the young stud’s back.” I said as we both chuckled.

  As I positioned myself behind him, I was dripping. I knew exactly what was about to happen. I knew exactly what I needed to happen. The first touch of my hands to his back had me at that point. I began losing control. My legs started to shake as I rubbed his hard lats and rugged shoulders. He let out a moan as I gripped his tweaked area with my dainty hands.

  As he moaned, I felt my self-control fading far away. I leaned over and began to massage his biceps and forearms as I tried to press my breasts on his back. He moaned again, but this was a different kind of a moan. This wasn’t a moan from pain. This was a moan of arousal.

  I slowly moved my breasts up to his neck as I straddled his hurt back. My hands began to make their way down his chest. I let out a gasp as a gripped his large, firm pecs for the first time. He arched his head back between my breasts. I moaned as he looked over his shoulder at me. His strong gaze and chiseled jaw was too much.

  I leaned over and kissed him. As if he had wanted the exact same thing, he began passionately kissing me back. He rolled over while continuing to kiss me. His strong hands had a grip on my neck and pulled me down on top of him. I could feel his hard cock press against me as we continued to make out.

  I let out a moan and pulled back as he stared at me. Slipping my lingerie top down, my breasts made their way to him. He moaned as he roughly grabbed them and put his mouth on my nipple. My breathing had picked up and I was grinding my hips on his engulfed manhood.

  I felt his hand slap my ass as he pulled me closer for more kissing. He tugged on my hair as he shoved his tongue down my throat and I came. He hadn’t even touched my wet vagina yet, but I had come.

  As I began to slow down for a second and recover for a second, he twisted his hips. As the young stud’s feet hit the floor, he slowly picked me up as he stood up. He kissed me as he made his way toward the stairs.

  “I thought your back was hurt Weston.” I said in a flirty, but exasperated, post-orgasmic type of way.

  “I am, but I heard there’s some medicine up in your room.” He said as he chuckled while reaching the top of the stairs.

  God, he’s sexy.

  “This is my room.” I exclaimed.

  He threw me on the bed as he got on top of me. I grabbed his lower back and shoved his pelvis onto my clit. He began thrusting as we made out.

  I started to breath heavy again as he began kissing my neck. And then my breasts. And then my stomach.

  He made his way down to my hips and lightly kissed each one, as he began to slide my shorts and panties off. My back arched and my legs lifted off the bed ever so slightly.

  He slowly removed my panties while staring me in the eyes. His gaze sent shivers up my spine as he began to kiss my inner thighs. He held the gaze as he barely ran his lips over my pussy. I squealed. I hadn’t been touched there for over two years.

  He began to tease me with his tongue, ever so gently licking me before moving back to kissing my inner thighs. His breath was hot and my pussy was desperate for more. He began to lick me as I let out a loud moan and grabbed the back of his head. I couldn’t handle any more teasing from his tongue.

  As his tongue began to lick my clit, he looked up at me as he put a finger inside me. I lost control. My legs began to shake as he roughly fingered my pussy while he continued to lick me.

  I came again shortly thereafter and he rolled over and grabbed me by the back of the neck. My legs felt like jello, but I was powerless under his grip. He gazed into my eyes again as he told me, “My turn. Suck my cock.” in an exasperated tone.

  I felt my head move towards his cock. He wasn’t waiting around for me to tease him. His hands moved my mouth over his shorts. I quickly pulled his basketball shorts off and his cock emerged, rock hard in a way only a young man’s cock can be.

  I stared at it. I’d never had anything that big, but he wasn’t in the mood for admiration. Pulling my hair between his fingers, he violently shoved my mouth down to his member. I was helpless as he slapped me i
n the face with his huge cock a couple times. He put the tip of his cock to my lips and I opened up.

  My mouth could barely fit his cock, but he wasn’t worried about my pleasure. A fistful of hair ensured he would be in charge here. He shoved his dick down my throat until I gagged.

  He pulled my mouth off him and looked at me, “Can you handle it Mrs. Davis?” he said with a look of passionate fury.

  A shiver went up my spine, his words had aroused me in a way I’d never felt before. I needed to feel him. I wanted to feel pain. I wanted to be punished.

  And he was going to make sure I was punished for being naughty. He wasn’t the flirty young man with sexy muscles any more. He was a man determined to fuck me ragged. He was going to do anything he wanted to me and we both knew it. My pussy was tingling as he shoved my head back between his legs.

  My lips wrapped around his big shaft as I felt his hand on my neck. I grabbed his cock and began running my hand over his shaft as he shoved it as far down my throat as possible. My gags turned him on.

  He let go of my hair as he leaned his head back to moan. I started to lick his shaft up and down before using my tongue to lick the tip as I wrapped my lips around him again.

  He leaned forward as he grabbed my neck with both hands and brought me close to him. We kissed and I felt his cock between my legs. I grabbed it and slowly brought his dick to my pussy.

  While he was big, I was so wet he slid right in. I gasped as his cock drove deeper and deeper inside me. His hands griped my ass as he began to thrust. I moaned as I leaned over. He slapped my ass softly, but before long he was playing rough again. He grabbed my hair as he slapped my ass a bit rougher. I felt his pelvis rub against my clit and I leaned back to get that perfect feeling. Riding him as fast as I could, I felt my legs began to shake. His rock hard cock was causing me to lose control. I came and felt a wet stream slide down my leg, all over his body and the sheets. I moaned as I collapsed on top of him.

  I felt his hands take to my back and he softly began to rub me, his hard cock still inside me.

  He slowly began to thrusts. My pussy still soaping wet, but exhausted I didn’t want him to stop. He continued to slowly thrust. My pussy got wetter and wetter once again.

  His one hand slid down my back and he wrapped his arm around my body. Picking me up, he flipped me over as he was still inside me. I squealed. As he took my legs over his shoulders, his hard cock went so deep inside me.

  He began to thrust deeper and deeper, faster and faster. His moans became frequent as I laid back.

  Then he pulled his cock out and grabbed my hand. I began to stroke his cock as I lay on my back. His noises increased as I my hand ran over his shaft faster. One final grunt and he came. The first shot was a dribble, but the following two covered my breasts with his fluid.

  “Don’t stop!” he yelled as my hand continued. Cum was all over my body, from my breasts to my belly button. I let go of his big cock as he rolled off me.

  I couldn’t feel my legs as he lay beside me. We were both still breathing heavily. Words were not needed.

  Shortly thereafter, Weston left to go back to school. We never had another morning like that. While he may be gone, I still occasionally forget my mail. In the morning, memory of our morning together always comes back. My “me time” has came back as well ;)

  The End

  Public Andy-cency

  Chapter One

  Ms. Ruthers sat perched on her 3 feet tall stool in front of her 2nd period English class. The altitude was enough for her to sit high enough up so that, in her mind, all of the students could see her clearly while giving the lesson. It worked out perfectly, and probably too perfectly. The boys at Meadow Oak Junior High referred to her as, “Ms. Puberty” since she taught 7th graders. The thought was, if you had not hit puberty before you stepped foot in her classroom, you would by the time the school year ended.

  Andy Steele sat in his usual spot; back chair, 4th row from the door. He adored everything that was Ms. Ruthers, and refused to join in when the pube driven 13 year olds defiled her name at lunch. Because of this, his list of friends did not extend to much more than a few. She looked particularly beautiful on this cold winter day. Maybe it was because she was adorned in her pink button down blouse, always with the top 3 unbuttoned, and the harsh winter had given him nothing more than grey skies for the past 3 months. Maybe it was because this was a skirt day. Skirt days were always looked forward to in Ms. “Puberty’s” class, due to the height of her stool. When she readjusted to get comfortable, and crossed her left leg over the right, you could almost always get a peek at the color of underwear she chose that morning. Given that this was her first teaching gig, she could not have been older than 26. Her pantie collection was vast and were always colorful. Or, maybe it was just because Ms. Ruthers was perfect, Andy thought….

  “Excuse me.”

  Andy snapped into reality from his daydream, back to his apartment’s small workout facility. Surprised, he turned to his right to see a blonde in black yoga pants with a pink stripe running down the side. Her bright pink spandex top matched the stripe, and her shoelaces were even pink. What a colorfully sexy woman.

  “Excuse me. If you are done using the leg press, do you mind if I take a turn?” She said, with a slight agitation in her voice.

  “Oh, um sure… I was just finishing up.” Andy replied.

  “I can tell.” She said, sarcastically.

  Great looking and a bit of a bite to her; just how Andy liked them.

  Everything about Andy’s apartment building was not large. There were only 4 floors, and 30 rooms. The workout room was no exception, and was rarely ever in use. He liked this fact, and utilized it as a safe haven of sorts, where he could unwind and relax alone. If it were anyone else in here with him today he probably would have gotten upset, called it a day, and headed back up his room to watch a movie with his booty-call-of-the-week. But, this girl was intriguing to him, and he had to make a move. After about 10 minutes of that “Steele charm” he prided himself in, the two found themselves deep in conversation. Andy was sitting on the side of the bicycle machine’s seat, and the girl standing next to, using the handlebars to stretch her lower body. She was using her right leg to balance herself, while her left rested on the bar of his machine. She would turn her back to him periodically, to switch legs, but the bulk of her time was spent with that left leg. He had not even gotten her name yet, but there is something about being eye level with a camel toe that does things to a man. Andy made the first move.

  When she repositioned herself for the 3rd time, so that her ass was in his face, Andy stood up and put both his hands on her waist. The blonde slowly brought her right leg back to the ground, turned her head so that she could see him out of the corner of her left eye, licked her lips and smirked. That was all Andy could handle. He pulled her body to his, bent down and began to run the tip of his tongue along the back of her neck, just below the ear. Andy’s left hand made its way in between the cloth of her pants and the bare skin of her hip. That is one of the best things about yoga pants, there are rarely any panties to get in the way. His right hand meandered up from her other hip, to her stomach, and finally to her breast where he took a handful and squeezed. It was a gentle but stern grip; one that was not tight enough to cause pain, but was just forceful enough to let her know who is boss. The blonde let out a slight gasp at the turn of events, and he could now feel her body move with each breath she took. She’s ready.

  The clothes were ripped off feverishly by both parties. Her warm body pressed against his, and he could feel her hard nipples rub against his torso while she took a handful of hair and nibbled on his right earlobe. Andy took two hands worth of butt cheek and lifted the blonde into the air. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he lowered her gently to the ground, and he plunged deep inside of her. She let out a loud moan. Then he heard the sirens. He did not know how long they had been audible, but when she moaned so close to his ear, it took him out of his zone and
reality began to fabricate itself to his brain, and the setting with which this was occurring became clear. He could not go to jail, not again.

  “The cops are here!” Andy whispered as he stood up and tried to locate his clothes. “Someone must have seen us and called them!”

  “Oh shit!” The blonde exclaimed. “What do we do?”

  Andy had been through this before, 5 times to be exact. He knew that he had to make sure she was safe. Hell, maybe that would make her even hornier for him and it would result in some “thanks for keeping me out of jail” sex, once he got released. Geez, the sirens were right on top of them now, and he looked out the window to see 3 cop cars whizzing down the road in their direction.

  “Okay. You go out the back and head straight for your apartment. I will go out front and turn myself in to stall them long enough for you to get away.”

  Without saying a word, she finished pulling her pants up, slipped into her tennis shoes and booked it out the back door, and out of sight.

  “Here we go…” Andy sighed. He stepped out the front door with his hands held high in the air just as the first policeman screeched to a halt.

  Chapter Two

  “Mr. Steele, I assume you know why we are here.” Officer Johnson said, calmly exiting his vehicle.

  “I do.” Andy said, disgusted that he was going through this yet again.

  “Well then, put your hands behind your back. You have the right to remain silent…” the cold metal of the cuffs made contact with Andy’s wrists, and he winced as the ‘click’ sealed his fate. “…anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law…”

  Andy peered through the glass panel of his holding cell, determining which of the female cops he would rather get it on with, weighing the pros and cons of each candidate. They do not even bother with the paperwork now. She always comes to bail him out.