Taboo Love The Complete Series

by Anita Lawless

  “Okay, let me give her a call.” Mila’s words broke through his ruminations. “I’ll plant the thought in her head and call you back. Let you know what she says.”

  “Thank you, Mila. I owe you one.”

  “Oh, yeah?” She chuckled. “What does this setup get me?”

  Josh tapped a finger against his full bottom lip. “How about I set up an annuity for you? I could part with a cool mil.” Mila was one of the only people who knew about his fortune. They had been lovers for a while, but broke things off amicably when Mila fell for a Russian painter she modeled for. They still remained good friends, though, and Mila was one of his only trusted confidants.

  “Would you? Seriously?” Her voice went all squeaky. “Oh, Josh, thank you…”

  “Hey now, your mom has to agree to the deal before you get the cash.” He smiled, ran a hand through his thick, short black hair, and padded barefoot to the kitchen to inspect the contents of his fridge.

  Mila exaggerated her sigh this time. “Okay, fine, deal. Now, get the hell off the phone with me so I can call her.”

  He laughed. “Okay. Thanks, cousin.”

  ***

  Carlie looked at her bank statement and her stomach did sick flip flops. She had fifty dollars to live on, and no new job in sight. Oh, sure, she had feelers out all over the place. None of her higher ups at the call center wanted to let her go. She was one of the top managers for her district. Jake and Sarah had tried everything to save her job, and now they were trying hard to help her find a new position with another call center. She was indebted to them. It wasn’t their fault the top bosses had to cut staff so severely. Times were tough, and everyone she knew was hurting in some way.

  However, the scant amount of money in her account meant she couldn’t pay the rent this month, and unless she got a job soon next month wasn’t looking so good either. She thought about her landlord, Josh, and frowned. Would he let her get away on credit for a few months? She hated to ask him.

  The guy had been hitting on her ever since she moved in, and it wasn’t that she was a prude, but she just wasn’t interested in younger guys. Sure, he was very cute, what with his sparkling green eyes and midnight black hair. A gentle giant who was well built, but not an overly muscled gronk. But he was also her cousin by marriage, and she didn’t need things in her life to get even more complicated. Still, maybe giving in to his advances could help her rent situation.

  Carlie decided to put her troubles out of her mind for a while, and she popped a vintage 70s porn into the DVD player. A bit of masturbation would take her mind off her woes. Coming always brightened her mood. She jogged to the bedroom to grab her favorite dildo first. A lifelike cock with a suction cup attachment. She stuck it to the center of the coffee table and hit play.

  She slid her panties off, hiked her summer dress up around her waist, and parted her pussy lips. Already her cunt grew wet as she watched one of her favorite scenes. A witch put a spell on three sexy men and one woman, and they became her willing sex slaves. She lubed up her fingers with her juices, pulled her clit hood back, and began rubbing the tingling knot of flesh. She was just about to straddle the thick dildo poking up from the coffee table when the phone rang.

  “Fuck!” Things just weren’t going her way this week. She considered ignoring the incessant ring, but decided to at least check the call display. Unless it was her daughter, Sarah, or Jake, she wasn’t answering.

  She sighed when she saw Mila’s number show up. Ruefully, she punched the talk button and said hello.

  “Mom, hey, how’re things going?”

  Carlie blew her white-blonde bangs out of her face. “Not so great, sweetie. I’m down to my last fifty bucks.”

  “Did you talk to Josh yet?”

  She bit her lip. “No, not yet. I have a feeling he might have a different proposition.”

  Mila laughed. “Mom…no offense…but why not take the proposition. I mean, you are a self described sex enthusiast.”

  She laughed this time. “I don’t know… I hate being backed into a corner, kiddo. And you know how I feel about younger guys.”

  “Maybe Josh’ll be different.”

  Carlie shut off the porn and gave a disappointed look at her dildo. “So you keep telling me.”

  “Hey, he was pretty good. And if you can use sex to tide you over until you get another job…”

  “Yeesh, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you two were ganging up on me.” Just then, the doorbell bing bonged. “Hey, sweetie, I’ve got to let you go. Someone’s here.”

  Carlie opened the door as the third peal of electronic bells sounded. Synchronicity slapped her in the face as she did so. There stood Josh. All six-foot-four, two hundred and thirty solid pounds of muscle. He flashed a dazzling white smile, green eyes sparkling, and asked if he could come in.

  Carlie clenched her jaw. Why now? Because the rent is due, she answered herself.

  “I hate to ask…” he said, and she went to tell him she’d have the money for him as soon as she could get it, but then she noticed where his gaze was fixed.

  He stared at her dildo jutting from the center of the coffee table. She felt her cheeks warm and she snatched the fake cock off the wooden surface, stuffing it under one of her couch pillows. “Look, yes, I know the rent is due. Can you give me one more week?”

  He chewed on his bottom lip, crossed his arms over his impressive chest. “You said that last week.”

  She hated him at that moment, but her daughter’s suggestion floated through her mind. Should she just go for it? Hell, if it got her three months or more free rent until she could find a job, why not? She’d always had a strong sex drive. Some might’ve called her a sex addict, but she didn’t define herself that way. Addiction influenced one’s life in negative ways, and she never let her job or family or herself suffer just to satisfy a sexual exploit. He was young, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

  Before she could blurt the offer, he beat her to it. “Well…my offer about payment still stands.” Giving a lecherous grin, he drew closer, ran his fingers through her shoulder length hair, then rested a hand on her shoulder. “Doesn’t have to be cash. We could still make that arrangement.”

  Again she felt hatred burn in her chest. She didn’t like owing anyone anything, and she hated being at someone’s mercy. Still, maybe it was time to put pride on the back burner.

  She ran her hands up his sculpted chest, forced a sweet smile. “Fine. Would a quickie right now get me one month free?”

  Both hands gripped her shoulders now. He stared into her eyes with deep lust, and Carlie almost held her breath as she waited. His hands glided from her shoulders to encircle her waist, drawing her near. “A quickie today gets you two weeks.”

  She frowned, unable to hold back the contempt. “You’re a sonofabitch.”

  One hand moved, lightning quick, from her waist to the back of her head. He ensnared a handful of hair and pushed her lips to his. His mouth crushed against hers and his tongue refused to take ‘no’ for an answer as it fiercely parted her lips. It slithered past her teeth and caressed her own tongue with its hot, wet tip. As he kissed her fervently, both hands glided down her back and then cupped her ass, kneading the rounded, full cheeks with urgency. In spite of her anger, she melted into the kiss and moaned against his mouth.

  He led her to the couch and pushed her against the cushions. As he yanked her summer dress up around her hips, she remembered her panties were still somewhere in the living room, and she hadn’t worn a bra today either. She was completely naked beneath the thin material, and once he lifted it over her head, breaking the kiss only long enough to toss the dress behind the couch, she was fully exposed to him.

  “You’re as beautiful as I thought you would be,” he murmured, before his mouth moved lower. His tongue flitted over her collarbone, while insistent hands massaged her large, teardrop breasts. Then he flicked and teased the nipples with his fingers before taking each one in his warm, damp mouth. He tortured
the rosy tips with his teeth and tongue until they were so hard they ached. The pleasure zipped down to her pussy, making it throb and grow damp.

  He licked and sucked a trail down her torso, stopping at her belly button long enough to swirl his tongue in the tiny hole. Then he moved lower and, as he did so, his large hands shoved her legs wide apart. His tongue flicked over her clit, while he nudged two fingers into her cunt and curled them forward, seeking her g-spot.

  Rarely had a man made her come from oral sex. Many of her women lovers had, but she found men often lapped at the tiny mound of flesh like a dog too much, or they rubbed too hard and never knew when to stop. But he varied it up as he ate her out. Gave her clit variety that it thoroughly enjoyed. He alternated between flicking his tongue rapidly over it and suckling the sensitive knot of nerves. Every now and again, he also used his teeth ever so gently. All the while he massaged her g-spot until the spark there grew into an insistent, sublime pressure that flooded her ever muscle with erotic warmth. It wasn’t long before she bucked her hips forward, fucking his mouth with urgency. She buried fingers in his lush, short hair and let out long, breathy moans.

  “Hand me your dildo,” he said, and her eyelids fluttered open. She emerged from her lusty daze long enough to fish the fake cock out from beneath the couch pillow. He took it from her, then went back to work pleasuring her clit as he slid the thick, rubbery shaft into her quivering pussy.

  She let free a cry of bliss as the pressure in her g-spot climbed higher. Her clit tingled more, making her stomach tighten as she climbed closer to a clitoral and g-spot orgasm. She begged him to fuck her faster with the dildo, and her pussy made loud, squishing sounds. She was so wet now she felt juices trickling down to her ass.

  “Ahhh, fuck, yessss,” she screamed, as the g-spot orgasm made her pussy pulse and constrict hard around the rubbery shaft. Clitoral release followed soon after, and her stomach muscles strained as her cunt walls quivered. Her whole body trembled from the intense ecstasy, and her asshole felt incredibly wet from her dripping cunt juices.

  “Where are your condoms?” He was already on his feet, and she noticed, sometime during pleasuring her, he’d shed his clothes. A thick, well-veined erection slapped against his flat stomach.

  She caught her breath then answered, “In the bedroom. The top drawer of my dresser.”

  He swiftly left the room and returned soon after with a foil wrapped package. The thin sheathe covered his penis, and he propped her ankles up on his broad shoulders. His eyes sparkled with molten desire as he guided his hot, rock hard dick into her pulsing cunt.

  He fucked her hard and fast, molding his big hands to her tits as he did so. He also watched her face for reaction, and she felt her body, face, grow hotter from his stare filled with intense lust. She reached beneath his corded arms and played with her clit as he screwed her brains out. It wasn’t long before her pussy squeezed his cock as tight as it could, and two more orgasms rocked her from clit to g-spot. He shoved his dick deep into her cunt as it milked him. She felt his cock twitch once, twice, and she knew he came as hard as she had.

  He collapsed by the side of the couch, and she let her trembling legs rest up against him as she caught her breath. For a young guy, she had to admit he was a talented lay. Perhaps paying the rent this way wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  He got to his feet, stripped off the condom, and threw it in her kitchen garbage. As he stood in front of her and got dressed, he cast a wicked smile her way. “I think we can count that as a full month’s rent after all.”

  Good lay or not, she didn’t care for his smarmy attitude. She couldn’t resist flipping him the finger as she stalked from the couch and slammed her bedroom door.

  ***

  “Rent’s due,” Josh said, a lecherous smile spreading across his face, showing white teeth.

  Carlie gaped at him. “Excuse me? I thought you said I’d paid for the month three days ago.”

  He shrugged. “Well…yeah, but I thought you’d like to pay next month in advance.”

  She almost slammed the door in his face. Instead she gave an exasperated sigh, cursed at him, and then walked away, leaving the entrance open.

  “Oh, come on,” he said, as she disappeared in the kitchen and he followed after. “I know you’re a—how’d she put it?—sex enthusiast. What’s the big deal. You should be enjoying this.”

  Her fingers froze as she clutched the fridge handle. She glared at him. “How did ‘who’ put it?” She put a hand on her hip.

  Josh’s eyes went wide. He fidgeted with the hem of his snug tank top then his gaze darted around, refusing to meet her eyes. “I didn’t say that, did I?”

  Carlie walked closer and poked a finger in his chest. “Yes, you certainly did.” She could see he was sweating, and she had her suspicions on exactly who he’d been scheming with.

  He leaned against the counter, straightened, shuffled his feet, then tried another dazzling smile. “Ah, geez… See I was up really late. I’m just overtired. I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

  “Riiight.” Carlie rolled her eyes, crossed her arms over her bikini top. She’d been in the backyard they shared, getting a bit of sun, before he wrecked her good mood. “Okay, you want pre-paid rent. Fine. I want it in writing that I’m paid up for two months.”

  He nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, of course.” Obviously, he was glad for the change in topic, but Carlie would get to the bottom of this mystery. She didn’t forget easily.

  After he signed a quick contract and they made a duplicate, which she informed him she planned on storing in safe keeping to protect herself, she told him to shuck his pants and briefs. Then she went to his knees in front of him. She figured a stellar blow job would keep the asshole off her back at least for a while.

  He had a long, thick cock that was nice to look at. It was well veined, pinkish brown, with a plump head. And she did enjoy giving blow jobs, so it wasn’t exactly a chore. His cock was too big to deep throat, but she wrapped her hand tightly around the base of his shaft as she took most of his growing erection in her mouth. She licked the underside as she sucked him, gently fondling his balls as she did so. She decided to test his boundaries and slid her fingers from his scrotum to just behind his sac. Her mouth eagerly glided up and down the length of his penis as she massaged his perineum.

  “Ohhhhhh, that feels great.” He moaned and gripped the sides of her head.

  Her fingers moved beyond his perineum, slipping up his ass crack. She found his asshole and began to play with the small, puckered hole, waiting for him to protest. Was he close minded about anal play or into it? She was curious to find out.

  She took his cock from her mouth and rapidly flicked her tongue over the glans, finding his sweet spot on the left side of the ridge. He gave a rough groan and bucked his hips forward. She squeezed and released her grip on his penis, quickly pumping her hand up and down. While she did so, she slipped one finger into his anus.

  “God…” He hissed between clenched teeth, thrusting his hips until his glans slapped against her mouth. She shoved her finger farther up his tight asshole and wrapped her lips around his cock once more. She sucked hard and moved at a frantic pace, using her tongue to his maximum advantage as she did so.

  He stopped face fucking her and growled, “Stop. Stop before I cum. I want to fuck you now.”

  Then he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. They were still near the kitchen, and he staggered through the archway with her in his arms, kissing her roughly, taking her breath away, as he pushed her up against a counter. Dirty pots clattered to the floor and plates thankfully fell into the sink. He tore her bikini top from her round, pert breasts and kneaded the generous flesh with carnal abandon. The he yanked her shorts and panties off.

  “Go grab a condom first,” she reminded him as his fingers slid between her soaking clit.

  “Oh, yeah, right.” His head lifted from her neck, where he’d been sucking her sweat dampened flesh. He looked dreamy
-eyed from lust, and he wasted no time getting protection and returning.

  He gripped her ass and picked her up, putting her on the counter. She spread her legs and placed her ankles on his shoulders. He rapidly slid the thin sheathe over his hard cock and then plunged his dick deep into her seeping pussy. She let out a long sigh. Pleasure woke up deep inside her when his glans stroked her g-spot. As he fucked her hard and fast, she reached between her legs and played with her clit.

  They became a moaning, writhing mound of flesh. She lost herself in the building bliss, forgetting to hate him while the need to come climbed higher and higher for both of them. Her head banged into the cupboard door behind her, but she didn’t care, didn’t feel any pain. He dipped his head and teased one nipple with teeth and tongue while he fucked her like a frantic beast. Soon she arched her back, pushing her pussy tight against his groin as she continued to grind her fingers into her clit. The climax broke first deep inside her, flooding out and charging the pleasure in her clit so that it pulsed even stronger. She rubbed faster still and the orgasm exploded through her clitoris too, making her gasp and shiver and cling to him as sublime sensation rocketed through her.

  ***

  “When did you tell him?” She didn’t bother with ‘hello’ when her daughter answered.

  “Mom.” Mila sputtered. “Hi…hey…what’re you talking about?”

  Carlie blew an annoyed breath out through her nostrils. “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

  On the other end of the phone, Mila heaved a heavy sigh. “How did you find out?”

  “I didn’t. It was just a hunch, but obviously I was bang on.”

  Carlie glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her crystal blue eyes looked bloodshot from the all night sex romp, and she vowed she wouldn’t let that damn Josh in if he showed up again. Earlier this morning, after he left, she got a call for a job interview. Sounded like a perfect position, too, and promised more money than her prior employment. She crossed her fingers and toes for good luck.