Taboo Desires: Dirty Forbidden Secrets Bundle (The Complete Miranda Cougar Collection)

by Miranda Cougar

  “O-kay… Meat lover’s pizza. Um-hmm. Good thing our girl’s not a vegetarian, right?” Lizbeth grinned, briefly glancing down at the bulge in Skylen’s pants and then lifting her eyes and walking the few steps to Stephanie’s bathroom. Lizbeth raised her fist to the bathroom door and knocked. “I’m getting out of here Stephanie. My husband expected me home 30 minutes ago. The pizza guy seems safe, so I’m going to leave you alone with him. Have fun. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  “Bye Lizbeth,” Stephanie called out to her friend from inside the bathroom, her voice far meeker than usual. “Goodnight, Stephanie.” Lizbeth replied; then turned to face Skylen. “Goodnight, Mr. Carlisle.” She openly winked at him and then shut the front door to Stephanie’s apartment behind her. Skylen flinched at the familiarity of the interaction and then turned his attention to the bathroom door. Man up, Sky.

  As soon as Lizbeth closed the front door, Stephanie opened her bathroom door and walked out to greet Skylen wearing a flowing white teddy with pink silk trim that made his heart thump against his chest wall. Without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted her up into his arms and pressed his mouth down onto hers. Only, his lips didn’t devour hers; instead, they protectively cradled them in a soft embrace.

  Filled with need, he brushed his tongue against her tongue, delighting in the soft, slippery wetness of her mouth. He fully desired Stephanie, and he could feel how much she desired him as her fingertips pushed into the angled curves of his chest and slid down the sheets of his iron-hard six pack. He wanted to lay her soft curvy body down onto her bed and devour her with his mouth, but he knew that creating romance required restraint. Skylen tasted Stephanie’s lips one last time and then pushed her fingers away just as they grazed the hard width of his cock. He hadn’t come to her apartment to make love to her tonight. He’d come to romance her… with pizza.

  “Let’s eat.” He whispered, taking her hand in his and leading her to the kitchen counter where the two boxes of pizza still sat, steaming hot and delicious. “I’m going to feed you now, beautiful. Which do you prefer? Thin crust or thick?”

  “Thick,” The word rolled slowly and deliberately off Stephanie’s tongue as her eyes flitted down to Skylen’s pants and the outline of his cock, then back up to the curved line of his still moist lips.

  “Thick it is, lovely.” Skylen ignored the innuendo in everything she’d just done, instead opting to open the box containing the deep dish pepperoni pizza and pull out a single hot cheesy slice. “Open your mouth.”

  Stephanie parted her lips and Skylen pushed the tip of the generously sized pizza slice inside her waiting mouth. She bit down into the thick layers of dough, red sauce, cheese and pepperoni, tore off a chunk, and chewed. “Mmm…it’s so good.” She raved.

  “Take another bite. You’ll find that the more you eat, the more delicious it becomes. Harvey's pizzeria makes the best pizza in the entire state.” Skylen boasted.

  Stephanie opened her mouth and Skylen pushed more of the pie inside, making sure she was able to bite off a bigger chunk of the gooey cheesy slice this time. As she bit down into the layers of thick bread, sauce, cheese, and pepperoni, warm red sauce oozed out of the slice and down her chin, tiny red drops landing on the upper curves of her breasts.

  Skylen leaned forward and hungrily cleaned the sides of her lips, then chin, and finally the full upper globes of her gorgeous bosom with his tongue. He took his time licking and sucking until she was completely clean. “Scrumptious” he complimented her and then lifted his lips to kiss her temporarily empty mouth. “Mmm…delicious” he moaned his pleasure with her into her full lips and then lifted the pizza slice to feed her again.

  “Yes, more please. Give me more.” Stephanie begged, her chest heaving with the weight of her quickened breaths. Her full lips contorted in her pant and she tugged at the corner of her mouth with her teeth. “May I have another taste of your delicious pizza, please sir?”

  Skylen’s grin turned cocky. “You certainly may, sexy. Now open wide.”

  Chapter 11

  Stephanie

  “What does a chiseled sex god like you know about being chubby?” Stephanie teased.

  “Way more than you might guess,” Skylen answered, taking a deep breath and using the rush of air to puff out his bloated pizza and beer stuffed belly. “I can eat with the best of them.”

  “Yeah, that’s for sure.” Stephanie picked up both empty pizza boxes and tossed them in the recycling bin. “For such a fit guy you can certainly pack away the food. I only ate one pizza.” She giggled and blushed as the word only passed her lips. “You packed away the whole other pizza yourself.” She snorted. “You’re a hungry piggy.” She giggled again and squealed, releasing another three quick snorts for effect.

  Skylen laughed and snorted out his own response. “You bring out the hungry in me, sexy.”

  Stephanie laughed as Skylen sunk back into her wide leather loveseat and downed the last of his beer. It was his fourth beer of the evening and when combined with the two shots of whiskey courage he’d swallowed earlier at his club, he could feel some of his self-control slipping away.

  “Believe it or not Stephanie, I was born chubby and stayed that way until my parents sent me away to boarding school at age eleven.” He pulled his phone out of his side pocket and pulled up a picture of himself as a kid standing arm in arm with a chubby ginger haired girl.

  “Look at you. So cute. You were quite the adorable chunker.” Stephanie crooned. “Is that…no, it couldn’t be…is that Hailey Savidge standing next to you?”

  “Good eye, beautiful.” Skylen glanced up at Stephanie amazed. “Yes, that’s her. Most people don’t recognize that it’s me or her in the picture because we were so….um…fat, then. We were both eleven years old and best friends in this photograph.”

  “You and Hailey Savidge best friends? That seems like an unlikely friendship. How did that happen?” Stephanie asked while flipping through more of Skylen’s childhood photos.

  “It started with our moms. They were best friends since childhood. Those two did and still do everything together. They even gave birth to Hailey and me in adjoining hospital suites; just a few minutes apart. So, you see, at the time this picture was taken, Hailey and I had spent nearly every day of our chubby little lives together. We were destined to be friends since the day we were born.”

  “Destined, oh,” Stephanie raised her eyebrows. “I knew that you two had dated, for a really long time, but I didn’t know that you were friends before that.” She blushed. “Um, at least that’s what the society pages said, that you dated, um, my mom reads them, not me. She told me you two dated.” Stephanie giggled uncontrollably and then closed her eyes in a hard squint.

  Skylen clasped Stephanie’s hand and pulled her down to sit on the loveseat next to him. “It’s okay that you know about me dating Hailey. It’s common knowledge. I’m sure everyone on the planet knows about it. It was well publicized that we dated for nearly a decade. I’d be surprised if you hadn’t known about it.”

  Skylen wrapped his arm around Stephanie’s shoulders and pulled her close to him. He pulled her so close that she was forced to lay her head down on his chest. “Enough about me, tell me about you, beautiful.”

  With her silky brown hair resting below his chin, he opened his nostrils and allowed her apple cinnamon perfume to invade his senses as she spoke to him. He listened as she spoke about being the less than perfect daughter of a renowned former beauty queen and locally respected businesswoman.

  Fully enamored with her, he bent his head and nuzzled his chin into the long soft strands of her cinnamon-scented locks. She smelled sweet and spicy like apple pie. Good enough to eat. His broad chest muscles relaxed into the sound of her silky voice. And his cock quivered inside his pants growing hard and hungry for her.

  Rip. Snap. Tear. His growing erection first pitched a tent in his pants and then tore a hole right through them.

  Damn stripper uniform. Skylen rushed, unsuccessfully to cove
r his massive exposed cock with his hands as his pants completely deconstructed and tore away from his body. “Excuse me!” he instinctively shouted, and tried to stand up, but it was already too late. In his rush to pull his arm from around Stephanie's shoulder and cover up his hard on, he’d inadvertently pushed her face closer to his throbbing dick.

  She’d taken his unintended hint and wrapped her lips firmly around the swollen head of his cock and started sucking. His hips trust upwards instinctively in unrestrained pleasure. “Oh, god, Stephanie,” the words burst forth from between his lips. Within seconds, and far quicker than any sexual hurricane he’d ever experienced, she’d lifted her lips off his cock, straddled his hips and begun to lower herself on top of his very hard, very erect dick.

  Automatically, his fingers reached for her clit and began to stroke the hard wet nub, unaware that his lips were saying something – actually they were screaming. “Wait!” He shouted, his brain surprised by the swiftness of her desire for him. His hands finally received the message his head was sending and gently cupped her hips and lifted her body up and off his cock. His fingers now did the bidding of his mind, ignoring the rest of his body’s urgent need to become one with her.

  “Don’t worry, I won’t get pregnant. I’m on the pill.” She whispered as she bent down to kiss him and swung her leg over his, straddling him again. “We can do this, handsome.”

  “That’s not it.” Skylen gritted his teeth and growled against his desire. Every inch of his cock wanted inside her hot wet channel. It took all his willpower to resist pulling her hips down on him and thrusting himself deep inside her, filling her full with his cock. “No Stephanie. I’m not worried about getting you pregnant.” He shook his head.

  “Oh, right.” Stephanie lifted her lips from his face and her expression fell solemn. “I have a copy of my latest negative STD results in my nightstand drawer. I'll go get them.”

  Skylen chuckled. “No. No, no, no. You don’t have to do that Stephanie.” He reached around her thigh, pulled out his phone and with a few taps and swipes pulled up his own negative STD results and handed her the phone. “You’ll see that the testing was extensive. I’m clean.” He was grateful for the distraction of Stephanie flipping through his STD results. It gave him a few seconds to formulate in his mind what he would say to her next.

  He wanted to say:

  "I actually want to get you pregnant. I want to fill you with my seed and put my baby inside you. I want to see that beautiful belly of yours swollen with our child. I want us to fall in love, marry and become a family. A life with you is what I want more than anything. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life."

  But, he knew revealing his true desire held a high risk of scaring his love interest off. He was a decisive man, he’d always been that way, had always known exactly what he wanted the moment he’d seen it. And he’d known that he wanted Stephanie to be his the very first time he’d watched her eat a cupcake at his grand buffet. But, he also knew that most people weren’t like him. Most people needed time to discover what they wanted, explore their options before they took that final leap to claim the desire of their heart. He knew he needed to take his time with Stephanie; convince her slowly that she wanted him too. Go slow. Don't scare her off.

  He wanted her to want him for more than just one night…or one cycle of some food slut contract. He wanted her to want him for a lifetime. If she was going to develop real feelings for him, he would have to take things slow and give the romance time to develop. Romance first, lust later, that was his new motto. If he didn’t follow it, the woman of his dreams might sweep him up in a bliss filled hurricane of passion and lust over the next few months, but then end up leaving him battered, broken and alone once her contract was up. He’d never see her again. Any hope of a happy future together lost. No, he couldn’t risk it. So, instead of telling her the truth, he slapped on his sexy bastard face and said:

  “No sex tonight, darling. That’s not how me owning your body works. Tonight is strictly a night for me to feed you and for us to talk and get to know one another. There’ll be plenty of sex later on. I promise. I’ll reward you with mind blowing, body numbing, out of this world sex when it’s time, but, not a moment sooner. Do you understand?”

  “Oh, o-kay.” Stephanie stuttered, unsaddling Skylen and sitting back in the loveseat beside him. “Sorry, I’ve never done anything like this before.” She lifted one hand to her face and brushed away several moist strands of brown hair from in front of her eyes. “I guess I was overeager. Sorry.” She blushed.

  “Nothing to be sorry about, beautiful, I like overeager,” Skylen whispered in her ear while reaching up to twirl her long brown hair around his fingertips. “Just keep talking to me. Tell me everything about you. I love feeling the silky tones of your voice stroking my ears.”

  Stephanie blushed again.

  **Skylen**

  Skylen left Stephanie’s apartment satisfied. Well, not at all sexually satisfied; actually, his balls ached horribly with his unfulfilled need to push his cock deep inside her soft voluptuous curves. Despite his lower regions feeling unfulfilled, the rest of him felt accomplished.

  He’d left Stephanie’s apartment fully satisfied that he’d done his best to romance her and to get to know her as a person. She’d opened her heart to him, and over the course of two hours they’d shared stories about their childhoods and spoke about their current lives and their dreams for the future. Skylen considered their first evening together to be a romantic success. It was another step up the ladder to commitment, marriage, family, and love.

  Chapter 12

  Stephanie

  “Have another sip of the milkshake. It’s chocolate your favorite.”

  Stephanie slowly parted her lips allowing her dream lover to push the red and white striped tube inside her mouth. She took a slow sensual sip. Mmm… yes. Cool creamy chocolate caressed her taste buds then slid down her throat into her belly. Delicious. She craved more, so she took another quick sip. “Ouch!” brain freeze.

  “Are you okay my love?” Her mountainous muscular companion asked, tenderly reaching for her shoulder.

  “Yeah, I’m fine” She giggled, squinting and rubbing her forehead with the palm of her open hand.

  “Be careful, brain freeze isn’t good for the baby.”

  What? She looked up at the handsome man rubbing her shoulder like he’d just won first prize in the contest for idiot of the year.

  “What? Baby? Brain freeze isn’t good for what baby? Firstly, there are no babies here drinking milkshakes. Secondly, if you’re saying brain freeze isn’t good for pregnant women, then you’re nuts. Thirdly, I’m not pregnant, so you don’t need to concern yourself with the potential negative effects that my brain freeze might be having on our unborn child.”

  Stephanie shook her head, angry at her subconscious for making her fantasy dream lover such a dullard. Her mind could do better than that. Much better. Stephanie to sleeping brain, next time whip me up a hot serving of sexy alpha male. Please... Hot. Alpha. Male. That’s what I want.

  Her dream lover released her shoulder, shielded his face with his hands and bowed down his head, tears streaming from his eyes. Stephanie looked at the defeated man and felt guilty for scolding him. Even if he was just a figment of her imagination, she had been cruel to treat him so meanly. It wasn’t his fault her subconscious mind had made him an idiot. At least he was a sweet idiot who was concerned for her and their imaginary baby’s welfare. She knew she owed him an apology, some kind attention, and a little tender affection.

  “There, there, big guy. It’ll be okay.” She patted him on the shoulder. “I’m sorry I was mean. What can I do to make you feel better? We can do anything you’d like.”

  “Let’s have sex!” Stephanie’s dream man shouted with unbridled excitement, ripping his hands away from his face, grabbing her like a tiny ragdoll and hoisting her body up into his titan sized embrace.

  “Whoa, whoa! Wait for a second big
boy, not so fast!” She screamed, smashing her fingers against his face, trying to push away the lips that were bending forward to kiss hers.

  “Hands off the goods, beautiful,” She felt her dream man’s features re-arrange beneath her fingers while the large, burly man bent down and lowered her body to the ground. The low purr of this new man’s voice vibrated through her body and sent a quivering ache straight to the center of her core. Ahhh…Alpha male. Her inner walls spasmed deep inside her as the vibrations of his voice pulsed through her fingertips and traveled like electricity along every nerve fiber running through her body.

  “Don’t collapse, darling. You wouldn’t want to fall and hurt yourself or our baby.” The dream man laughed his words with half cocky condescension and half tender concern. Stephanie didn’t know whether to be furious or grateful. She decided to go with grateful for the moment, especially since he was being so careful and deliberate in his movements to lower her safely to the ground. She released her grip on his face and firmly gripped his shoulders as her dangling feet slowly gained traction with the ground.

  “Thanks, Skylen,” she moaned. The instant she had peeled her fingers away from his face, she recognized that Skylen was the new alpha male lover her subconscious mind had cooked up for her. Why should her sleeping brain struggle to make her another half-baked fantasy lover when the perfect alpha male was already sitting at the front her mind, hot and ready to serve? Skylen Carlisle: alpha male, perfectly done.

  Dark smoky brown eyes met her hazel sight then raked down her face, caressed her neck and paused, lingering at the cleft between her full breasts.

  “Hi, I’m up here,” she giggled, at a loss for words.

  Her subconscious mind had delivered on her request, in a big way. Hot, hard, and alpha was what she’d asked for, and Skylen Carlisle was what she got. And as usual, her brain overachieved, enlivening him with something extra; tenderness. Dream Skylen reached one masculine hand up to her face, gently plucked a single lost eyelash from her cheek and whispered, “Make a wish.” Stephanie closed her eyes and although she hadn’t actually made a wish she heard herself respond when he asked “What did you wish for?”