Page 14 of Tempting Him (Illicit Desires)

“Oh, Rich, FUCK!” I cried out as he captured my mouth with his. He was kissing me hard, drowning my moans, as my cock twitched. The sensation had built beyond where I could control myself anymore, and a stream of spunk erupted from my cock.

Rich broke our kiss, slid his fingers from where they had been inside me, moved back between my legs, and rubbed the head of his dick in the mess I had made on my stomach. He then sat back on his knees and looked at me, rubbing his length against my arsehole.

When he moved again, he didn’t take his eyes off mine. He was slow and sure of himself, and he didn’t stop until he was completely sheathed inside me. It should have been a little sore given his size, but with how much he had worked my arse and lubed me up, there was just a delicious burn as he stretched me out. I moaned as his balls pressed against my buttocks. He was as deep as he could possibly get, and I loved it.

His lips met mine and he kissed me deeply. “Are you okay?” he whispered against my mouth.

“Fuck me, Rich,” I pleaded, and a smirk fell across his beautiful face. He pulled himself back from me and slid all the way back in a little bit faster this time.

He fell into a slow, luxurious pace. I’d never been with anyone who made me feel quite how Rich did. He was taking time to properly make love to me, to cherish me, to show me how I should be treated when I had a man inside me.

Over and over, he sank into me, right up to the hilt, and he rolled his hips against mine. A slow pressure was building in my groin, and I moaned with every movement, needing more each time, desperately wanting to get off on the pleasure he was giving me.

If I wasn’t careful, I was going to lose myself with Rich. Not just physically, but emotionally. He was everything I didn’t even know I wanted and was fast turning into something I so desperately needed. Sure, he was twenty-two years older than me, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, was it?

I needed to get a hold of myself. This was just sex. This was my best friend’s dad. This wasn’t a relationship, it was fucking.

Only this didn’t feel likejustfucking. This was so very different.

ChapterFourteen

Rich

Every inchof my cock was buried deep inside him, and I couldn’t think straight anymore. Liam was perfection. I was getting addicted to him far too quickly. He was my daughter’s best friend, not to mention being over two decades younger than me. And yet there he was, with my cock buried deep inside him. Moaning my name, lifting his hips to meet my every thrust.

I needed to come back to reality. I was a taboo fuck. I wasn’t anything else. I needed to stop making love to him and just fuck him.

But I couldn’t.

I couldn’t bring myself to create that distance between us. I cared what happened with him. I cared that he felt good and that I was the one responsible for it. I needed to make love to him. I needed to pour everything into how I was making him feel.

I was a stupid old fool.

I looked down at him and he smiled at me as a moan of satisfaction escaped his lips. “Oh, fuck, Rich. You feel so fucking good.”

That single utterance was my undoing. Everything I had been second-guessing myself over, everything I had been thinking disappeared in an instant. He felt just as incredible.

All I wanted to do now was drive him to climax, and to follow right along with him. I wrapped my hands around his amazing length and stroked him in a pattern to match my thrusts. Again, he moaned, rolling his hips against my hands and my cock.

Desire ran through my body instead of blood. My skin prickled with every touch of him against me. I was on fire, every nerve on overload. I needed more. I wanted more. I wanted him to come along with me.

“Oh, Rich. I want to come. Make me come.”

I sped up my thrusts into him, rolled my hips harder, stroked his dick firmly, attempting to drive him onto an intense orgasm. His hands clutched at my shoulders, grabbing me hard as his arse muscles started to pulse around me.

“Fuck, Rich!” echoed around my bedroom as he came. It was matched with my own sounds. He felt amazing, and I didn’t think I was ever going to get enough of this man.

ChapterFifteen

Liam

As I laythere wrapped in his arms, both of us spent, one little word kept coming back to me. One little word that, if I uttered it, would probably ruin everything. This was all too new to say anything like that. This was all too taboo to say anything like that. My best mate’s dad. Instead, we lay there together in the sweet silence, enjoying what had happened between us moments before.

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The weeks passed,and Ray and I kept texting, kept meeting up, and kept sleeping together. It was getting harder and harder not to tell him how I felt, and more and more blissful to have time alone with him, sometimes in bed, sometimes not.

Annie kept asking me who I was texting that was putting such a grin on my face and when she was going to meet my mystery man. That wasn’t something I was sure she would ever forgive me for. So instead, I just said it was someone I had met on a dating app.

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