Page 11 of Forbidden Desires

I had no doubt he’d fulfill that promise. “Eric. Please,” I begged, as a delirious need rose up inside of me again. “I don’t want to wait—”

He swallowed my pleas with his deep, filthy kisses, held me to the wall with the sheer power of his body. I wanted to touch him, wanted to grab him, wanted to return every single feeling of electric bliss that he was giving me.

I got the chance when he let go of my hands to grip my hips. Tongues and teeth clashed as I clasped his cock in my palm through his pants, stroked over the button and zipper and fabric that kept me from what I wanted. Clumsily, I fumbled with the button of his slacks, popping it open and blessedly getting my hand inside.

“Fuck—”

Eric didn’t groan, hegrowledlike an animal with my fingers fisted around his engorged cock. He bucked into my hold even as I stroked him, hips frenetic and his shaft as solid as a pilar of marble. My fingers barely managed to wrap all the way around his erection, and it was so goddamn thick and long.

“You want my cock inside you?” he asked, his voice taunting me.

My fingers squeezed just a little more around his girth, extracting another guttural groan from him. “Please,” I said, breathing the one word against his mouth.

The elevator came to a smooth stop. Eric pulled me from the wall, and I didn’t have the time to think before his hand slipped into mine, leading me through the elevator’s open doors.

We didn’t come into a hallway, but rather Eric’s apartment itself. He drew me back into his arms, his hands tangling in my hair as his mouth claimed mine again, his tongue delving deep. We tumbled through the open space, too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to what was around us as I shoved his jacket off his shoulders, he yanked off his tie, and I pulled his dress shirt from the waistband of his slacks.

At leastEricwas able to stumble around his furniture, through the halls in his penthouse, and lead me straight to the bedroom.

It was open, dim lights and black walls with white trim, a huge window off to the left that overlooked the city and sparkled with the night life lights shining outside. I wondered what it would be like to be pressed against the cool glass of that enclosure while he fucked me from behind, if the windowpane would fog up from the heat of sex, our bodies, and panting breaths.

I didn’t get the chance to find out.

Eric impatiently pushed me onto my back on the huge, king-sized bed. The mattress was the single softest surface I had ever touched in my life and contrasted with the solid planes of his body as he soon followed, laying over me with his hard cock pressed between my legs.

My legs fell apart so easily for him. My hands pushed through his hair as his pushed through my clothes, cleaving a way through the fabric to get to my skin. His nails lightly scraped along my thighs, to my hips, to my ribs, shoving my dress up with it. As the dress went up and over my head, he went down, kissing between the valley of my breasts while I quickly shed my bra and tossed it aside.

He licked and sucked my stiff, aching nipples before his hot, damp mouth continued down to my navel, teeth nipping at the jut of my hipbone where the line of my panties stopped. My hips shamelessly raised to meet his mouth, and my hands raked through his hair again, pulling him closer.

Eric chuckled against my skin. He bit me again, harder. I gasped, tightening my hold in his hair.

“Such an eager little thing,” he said, his voice deliciously rough. “I like it.”

His fingers hooked into my panties and yanked them down, leaving them to dangle on one of my ankles. He settled back between my spread legs, his head dipping down toward my needy sex. He exhaled a breath, a sigh that made me arch as it blew against my heated, sensitive skin.

“Please,” I whimpered, begged, prayed.

His answer was his mouth on my pussy, his lips parting through my slit to delve his tongue inside me. Eric wasn’t shy about taking what he wanted; not as he held my thighs apart, fingers digging into the meat of them with a grip so sure I wondered if he was the embodiment of gluttony with how eagerly he devoured me.

He ate me like I hoped he’d fuck me. Tongue pushing in and out of me, then flicking against my clit when he’d pull it out just to torment me, his sinful mouth moving with the eager rolls of my hips. Every growl, every gluttonous groan and lick between my thighs sent extra shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

He sucked at my clit, fingers replacing his tongue, pushing deep and stretching me for his thick, fat cock. My back arched as I cried out and I suddenly tightened around his fingers, the flood of my orgasm destroying my equilibrium.

I panted, groaning from how sensitive I was and pulled his hair, but he didn’t stop, prolonging the sweet, blissful pleasure.He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his mouth again, lapping up every single drop that spilled from me.

“You taste like a fucking treat,” he rasped, giving me one last, long leisurely lick that made me twitch and shudder, then go limp. “I could devour you every goddamn night.”

I nodded, out of my mind.Yes, yes, yes. Were those words only racing through my mind or was I panting them out? Begging for it? Was I sobbing—

“You precious little thing.” Eric’s amused voice reached my ears as he brushed his fingers over my cheek, caressing the flush there. “Are you already spent?”

I shook my head.No, no, no.I wasn’t ready to be done.

“Good,” he said, sounding pleased. “Because we’re only getting started.”

He pulled away from me, and I whined. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes because my voice still didn’t want to fucking work. Like I was some kind of smitten virgin and not a woman who was used to having sex with men.

Or maybe it was because what he chose to do was clearly as enjoyable for him as it was for me. A rarity for me.

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