by Hazel Parker
His hands worked their way up her ribs until they were on her breasts, a gentle caress. She arched into his touch, her body remembering vividly his hands on her bare flesh. The wetness between her legs was evidence enough. Her mind tried to discern what he was talking about, but his hands on her body made it hard for her to think straight.
Just as Jacqueline was moving into his touch he grabbed onto her and turned her around, facing the island. His large body pushed against her and she reached out and gripped her hand onto the cool granite. Dante bent his body over hers, his hands on her breasts again, tugging and tearing at the front of her dress, exposing her sensitive skin to his hands. The sudden switch in him surprised her, but it turned her on even more. She liked that he wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted, and she liked that he wanted her.
His hips pressed into her and she could feel his erection on her. Jacqueline gathered her courage and pushed back into him, loving the way he felt against her. She was rewarded with his greedy hands tugging her nipple with a startling accuracy. She reveled in the burn, in the pleasure that washed over her. A low moan escaped her lips.
In a few quick movements, Jacqueline’s dress was torn roughly from her and it fluttered to the floor. She heard the sound of denim being pulled down, and when Dante stepped back behind her she could feel the heat from his body and the silky skin of his cock against her. It seemed as though that was the only part of him that was smooth and Jacqueline wanted to touch it like she had the last time. She wanted to feel the rigid member in her hands and know that she could bring a man like this to the brink of pleasure, then take him over the edge.
She turned around to face him, Dante quirking an eyebrow in surprise. Being faced with him she felt more nervous than she had a moment ago, but as her gaze moved down to his thick erection jutting out, her nerves were easily forgotten. Her small hand reached out and fisted him, gently at first, learning him. She watched his face as her hand moved over him, watched how she could affect him. Her movements became bolder, more aggressive, until his eyes slipped closed and his hips thrust into her motions.
Bolstered, Jacqueline bent her body down and tentatively licked the tip of his cock. His eyes flew open in surprise, his hands moving to her head. She moved her hands to the base of him, then slowly took him into her mouth. A low groan sounded from above her, but before she could continue Dante pulled her up.
Her eyes widened in alarm and she looked at him.
“Babe if you keep doing that I’m going to come, and I don’t want to do that until I’m buried in you.”
Her body ignited with his words, eager as he was to feel him moving inside her again. She turned back around to the face the counter, eager for him, only to hear a soft chuckle from behind her. She looked over her shoulder to him to see him smiling.
“Come on.” He said, holding out his hand. She took it and he led the way down the hallway to her bedroom. Dante guided her onto the bed and he followed her.
Keeping his body close to her, Dante rubbed the head of his cock along her seam, grunting at the wetness he found there. The tip of him entered her a couple inches, then pulled out. He repeated it that pattern until she was writhing with need under him. She let out a growl of frustration and Dante smiled, relenting. This time he pushed into her and buried himself to the hilt. She grabbed onto his shoulders at the sensation, at the tremors that ripped through her. He pumped into her with no prelude, a hard rhythm that left her breathless.
Her lips sought out his and they met with a passion that was consuming. His merciless pace gained in intensity and Jacqueline brought up her legs around him, opening herself up to him. His eyes watched her face and this time she wasn’t nervous. This time she wanted to let go in front of him, for him to see what he did to her. The tension in her sex tightened as she neared release, the friction of him inside her was driving her to the edge.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding onto him as the savage rush consumed her. That ever present tension in her body came undone. Above her Dante’s primal sounds told her that he too was nearing climax. She watched through the haze of her own release as his features became rigid and his movements became frantic. A groan of pleasure echoed throughout the room.
Dante stilled above, looking down at her face. He smiled broadly, something she had never seen him do before. He rolled off of her and pulled her close to him.
“I love watching you let go.” He said, breathless. His smile was still in place.
“I don’t know what it is but you bring out a side of me I didn’t even know I had. I’ve never had the desire to give a man head before today.” She said with a smile, inspecting the small nail marks on his shoulder.
“See? I knew we would make a good team for Penny.”
She propped herself up on his chest to look at him wholly. “You can’t be serious about trying to parent together.”
“Sure I am. Why not?”
“Because we hardly know each other.”
“I think I’m getting to know you pretty well.” He said, his fingers trailing down her back.
“You know what I mean.” She playfully slapped his chest, then settled back against him. “You’re a hard core rocker and I’m, well, just a regular person.”
“I think that’s what makes this idea great. You’re calm and nurturing where I’m not.”
“I suppose. And you’re confident and bold, and I’m not either of those things.” Jacqueline laid on him, thinking, tracing the dragon tattoo the covered most of his chest, and basking in how good it felt in his arms. After a moment she said to him, “This is a crazy idea, you know that right?”
“The craziest.”
“We need to make sure we take things slowly. Gradually.”
Dante laughed. A low rumbling sound that had her blood start racing again. “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but we don’t do ‘slow’ very well.”
Smiling, she swung her leg over his hips and straddled him. Pinning his arms above him, she trailed kisses along his jaw, letting herself go once more.
“Well in that case we should just fuck it and do it our own way.”
“That’s my girl. We’re already a family now. Blood has nothing to do with it.”
THE END
Forbidden Fling
Chapter 1
When I was eighteen, I thought life was perfect. I had an amazing boyfriend, Mason, who treated me like a princess, every girl’s dream guy. I had an amazing family that loved me. I had stellar grades and a bright future ahead of me. My life was everything I had always wanted it to be. What else could I have asked for?
But, then everything changed. It was a Thursday. It was prom night, that magical night in every girl’s life. I, like any other girl in high school, felt like prom was the pinnacle of my high school career, the moment I had been waiting for. It was a night where anything could happen and in fact, anything did happen, it just wasn’t what I expected.
I am now thirty and I still wonder if there was anything different I could have done. I wonder if I had done something different, would my life be different now? Not that I’m unhappy, but I can’t help but wonder what my life would be like, had that night been different. But, enough about that, I won’t go on teasing you, let me get to the story.
Before I start, however, a little background information might be in order. I, like many others, had a very happy childhood. There were no traumatic incidents or neglect; nothing at all like that. There were no triggers, at least that I ever noticed, that could have prepared me for what happened on prom night. Now, as I look back, I realize it was just bad luck, which, in all honesty, isn’t even that surprising. With a life as good as mine, something bad was bound to happen sooner or later, and to my regret, it had to happen on prom night.
Anyway, like I was saying, I had a loving family with a set of parents still madly in love. I had a twin sister, Avery, who was my other half. (In case you were wondering, my name is Addison.) As children, my sister and I used to do everythi
ng together. It was only when middle school came around did we grow apart.
I was always the studious child. I was the good girl, the quiet one, the one that never gave anyone any trouble. My sister, on the other hand, was the popular one. My parents and I forced her to do her school work every day, and studying, well that wasn’t even a part of her vocabulary. As we grew into teenagers, she started wearing makeup and straightening her hair while I kept things natural. By high school, we were polar opposites.
And once we got into high school all the boys noticed her while I turned invisible. She was Miss Popularity, head of the cheerleading squad and all. She could never keep a steady boyfriend and by the time junior year rolled around I had no idea what her number was. I, on the other hand, always had my nose in the books. I was also lucky enough to find the love of my life during my freshman year.
Mason was also a freshman when we met. He was a star tennis player whose grades were on the fence. His coach pushed him to get a tutor before the season and that’s where I came in. As the top student of the freshman class, I was automatically enrolled as his tutor.
After winter break, he started coming over to my house to do his homework with me. I would help him with nearly every subject, helping him study and finish assignments. While it could be annoying at times, it was still a lot of fun. Before I knew it, we were going steady. That summer was the best time of my life.
Mason was a tall and handsome young man, sun-kissed from countless hours on tennis courts. As we grew up, he only got more attractive, but other than appearance nothing else about Mason changed. He stayed the lovable goof he always was. He was nothing but good to me, coming over my house to watch movies, to be the shoulder I needed when I was sad, and anything else I could have asked for in a boyfriend. He was absolutely perfect and I believed, wholeheartedly, that we were meant to be. I knew, that no matter what life threw at us, we would make it, together.
Little did I know that one night was all it took in order to turn my life upside down.
Chapter 2
It was prom night, of all nights. As a senior, prom night was a symbol. It was the symbol of all my hard work, a congratulation. It was permission to relax because in a few weeks there would be a diploma in my hands. I was excited, like all the other girls in my school, giddily picking out the perfect dress, shoes, accessories, you name it.
Mason, of course, was the perfect date. Even though it was obvious we would be going together, he still made sure to ask me to prom. He still made sure to make it romantic.
He brought me to our place, a little lake in the woods behind my house. No one else knew it existed and so it became our special place, a place where we went to be alone. It was there that we made love for the first time. I’ll never forget it.
*****
It was a warm summer’s night, the summer after freshman year, and honestly, it was magical, there’s just no other way to describe it.
We had been dating for about two months, and I know that seems like such a short time to get intimate, but it felt right at the time. Anyway, we were two months into our relationship and we decided to take a walk in the woods. Right around sunset, we found the lake and sat down together watching the sun go down, disappearing behind the horizon.
As the stars came out, we started to kiss, but this time it was different from all the others times we had kissed. These kisses were passionate, lustful, and best of all open mouth kisses. I could feel his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth and I really liked it. I could feel his hands running all over my body and it got me really excited.
When he eventually reached a hand under my shirt and grabbed one of my breasts, I couldn’t help but moan. The moan seemed to excite him because before I knew what was happening he had me pinned down in the grass, his body hovering over mine, and a sly grin on his face. I knew he was up to something.
“Mmm Addison you are so beautiful, you know that?” He leaned down and kissed my neck after saying the words that made me blush. I could feel his soft lips on my skin and it felt amazing. I felt him move his lips further down my neck until he was kissing my collarbone. He looked at me, as if wondering if he was going too far, but my body wanted more.
I watched as he took my moans as a cue to keep going and slowly started to unbutton my shirt, exposing my black lace bra. I was glad I had worn one of my sexier bras that day instead of my old white ones. I watched as he pulled each breast out of my bra and then started to kiss them all over. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. I never wanted him to stop.
He looked up at me, grinning, probably because I was moaning so much, before finally taking one of my nipples into his mouth. It felt so good as he rolled his tongue over my hard nipple. I went insane when I felt his teeth, gently teasing me with small little bites. In that moment I arched my back and wrapped my legs around him.
I felt like a bad girl, doing something naughty with my boyfriend, but I didn’t care. I wanted this, badly. I didn’t care if it would make me a bad girl. I wanted Mason. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him tightly to me. I didn’t know it then but my panties were soaked. Mason just grinned at me, as his hand slid under my skirt and reached for my panties.
“My, my, does someone want me?” He grinned before leaning down and nibbling my ear gently. I felt his hands move under my panties and I moaned loudly as his fingers started to caress my lips, finding their way to their clit where he rubbed circles into it, making me shiver in pleasure. I moaned loudly and arched my back, lifting my hips toward him, begging for more.
“Addison… I want you…” Mason nearly grunted at me and I could feel his hardness press against me. He felt as hard as a rock and I knew that I couldn’t keep him at bay even if I wanted to. But, I wanted it just as much as he did.
“I want you too…” I whispered as I moved my body upwards and brought his lips to mine kissing him passionately. This time it was my tongue that explored his mouth as he started to undress us. I could feel myself getting naked as the wind gently caressed my bare skin. I couldn’t believe what was about to happen but at the same time I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to happen.
Suddenly I could feel Mason’s hard member probing against my entrance, as if begging for a way inside. He looked at me with big loving eyes before whispering, “You ready, my love?” His voice was sweet and although lustful, I knew this was a moment of love, not lust. I nodded at him and before I knew what was happening he was deep inside me.
I felt him filling every inch of me and I couldn’t help but moan loudly feeling his throbbing member inside of me. It hurt for a moment but then it was all pleasure from there. Mason rocked my world for what felt like an eternity. Each thrust felt so good and I never wanted him to stop.
We made love until the early morning. Mason was sweet and gentle through the whole thing, knowing it was my first time and that it was a new experience for me. It was amazing. I never wanted it to end and when we finally did reach our blissful orgasms, I couldn’t believe it. I was a mess, covered in his cum, but he still went down on me and his tongue went to work making me feel amazing.
I could feel his tongue all over my sensitive pussy and I thought I would die from the amount of pleasure he was giving me. I never imagined sex could feel that good but Mason made me feel like I was floating on cloud nine as his tongue gently teased my entrance before plunging inside and licking away eagerly. The night progressed on and on like that.
We would fuck like bunnies and then one of us would pleasure the other. That night was the night I learned how to give a blow job and from the look on Mason’s face I was pretty damn good at it for a good girl. It was a night of lust and love and it was the best night of my life.
*****
Anyway, enough about that, back to the promposal. He brought me to our spot, with a blindfold, of course. Then, when we got there, he took it off while gently kissing my neck, making me giggle with excitement. Before me were a bunch of pebbles laid out to spell, ‘Prom?’ It was the mos
t romantic thing anyone had ever done for me. Of course, I had said yes and of course I had hugged and kissed him. Who would have been able to resist?
After that, prom was right around the corner. I didn’t have to wait long to hear Mason’s car park in the front of my house. He wasn’t one of those boys who honked and expected me to come outside, no, he would come in and talk to my parents every time we went out together, just like the perfect gentleman that he was.
Prom night was no exception. He came in, just like any other day, only this time he was dressed in a light gray tux and a blue vest that matched my dress perfectly. He looked gorgeous. My father was patting him on the back and telling him to take good care of me. I knew he would. My mother was all sorts of excited and forced us into taking a million pictures together all over the house in a million different poses. While I tried to act annoyed through the whole thing, I was actually having a lot of fun. It was almost like taking wedding pictures.
Eventually, it was time to go. Mason took my hand and led me to his car outside. He opened up my door for me like he always did and then made sure that both my dress and I were safely in the car before closing the door. After that, it was a nice drive to the prom venue. We spoke and laughed, just like we always did on long car rides. The night seemed to be heading in the right direction.