Page 10 of Forbidden Kiss

He watches me and nods quietly. He knows I want him to take it out so I can see. And feel.

The jingle of his belt rings in my ear and his knuckles graze my skin as he unfastens his suit pants button. He zips down his slacks before placing my hand on his warm, thick stick.

My breath hastens. It’s my first time touching a man in that place. I’ve never needed to—not until now.

“Have you had a man of my size before, Ava?” he asks, his eyes stern.

I belt out a nervous laugh. “I’ve never had a man before, at all.”

His eyes widen. “Tell me this isn’t your first time.”

Not wanting to say the words, I nod.

Hushed understanding passes between us.

He licks his male lips. “Then, this might hurt, Ava. But only this first time.”

“I don’t care.” My voice grows breathier, deeper. “I want you. Now.”

“Your wish is my command,” his voice soothes, pressing soft kisses onto my neck. “You’ll be howling by the end of this.”

I slide my hand down the length of his manhood, stroking it and watching the swollen masterpiece.

With masculine hands, he moves to my belly, caressing it, adoring it. I should be ticklish, but I’m not. I’m hungry for him. Starved for him.

As his fingers move south, I gasp at my warm wetness. His eyes trail from my mound of hair to my pupils, where he watches me intently.

My fingers grip his arm tight, my body fearing the complete loss of control.

He plays with the swollen nub before venturing deeper into the hole.

“You’re so wet for me,” he breathes. “How long has this been going on?”

His deep voice drives me to the brink.

“Since we met yesterday,” I pant through heavy breaths.

“Excellent. I want you to feel good today.” After removing his hand from my panties, he guides me towards the bed. “Lay down. Spread your legs.”

Not knowing what to expect, I get on the bed and open my legs for him.

He positions himself in between my legs, then grasps my thighs and pushes them open further.

The sheer act causes me to sink into an abyss of pure desire and lust.

Although I’m unsure if I’ve had an orgasm, I’m prepared to accept anything he offers.

He runs two fingers down my wetness and rounds his lips to blow air. “Your body is a work of art, Ava. You deserve to be cherished.”

Burning arousal runs through me. The way he makes me feel is beyond all thought. It’s as though he knows exactly what I need.

He presses kisses on to my inner thighs, then moves closer to my core and licks the swollen nub.

An immediate moan surfaces from my throat.

The feeling of his tongue on me is like no other. It’s soft, welcoming, and sensuous.

With his expert tongue moving in circles, he laps up juices while beads of sweat form on his forehead.

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