Page 12 of Forbidden Desires

I propped myself up and watched Eric slip from the bed. His gaze on me was panther-like. Precise. Eyes intense as he looked at my stripped-down body with its thighs slick from my arousal and my messy, dishevelled hair, and he had the audacity to pin me with that heated, hungry gaze as he undressed in front of me. Every layer slowly, leisurely removed—from his dress shirt to those pants I’d just had my hand in, down to his socks, shoes, then those tight black boxer briefs. All of it gone, piece by piece, until it was just Eric standing there naked in front of me at the edge of his bed, a knowing look in his eyes. Like he knew how much I burned for him to be inside me.

Licking my lips, I let my eyes fall to the hard, jutting length that rested between his legs before letting my gaze trek back uphis strong, muscular body to his eyes. For a man in his forties, he was in prime shape.

“You know, I wasn’t sure if the night would turn out like this,” he admitted, grabbing a condom from the nightstand and putting it on before finally moving onto the bed, a bemused look on his gorgeous face. “I don’t often bring my dates back to my home, but who knew I’d find you so fucking irresistible.”

No, our arrangement for the evening hadn’t explicitly included sex. He’d only paid for me to accompany him to the event, but I wasn’t complaining either. “Who knew I’d find you so fucking charming?” I volleyed back impudently.

Despite the slight sarcasm to my tone, he chuckled, the sound warm and sexy as he climbed up my prone body, then came to rest over me with his arms on either side of my head. His hips settled between my spread legs and I brazenly raised my knees higher at his sides, opening me wider for him, so ready and eager and desperate for what would come next. For that blissful moment when the promise of fucking was fulfilled, and that pressure of his cockhead against my core became more than just a nudge.

Staring into his eyes, I slid my hands over his lightly furred chest and down to his stomach. I took his shaft in my hold, loving the way his lips parted and his lids hooded, how he thrust his hips into my hand, fucking my fist.

“I want to fuck you,” he said in a low, seductive tone. “Is that what you want, Jasmine? Or do you just want to play with me with your hand for now?”

Smiling mischievously, I squeezed my fingers around him. Eric groaned and for a moment I thought maybe I had turned the tide on this mind-numbing dance and gained some ground and some control.

It didn’t happen. Eric took my hand away from his shaft, pinning my wrist to the bed in the same moment he pressed insistently inside of me.

I gasped at the decadent heat of his cock, then groaned as he rammed forward without warning and bottomed out. His jaw clenched, and my eyes rolled back as he withdrew a few inches, then surged in again, sinking into the depths of my body and filling me in a way I hadn’t been in a long time.

The stretch…the depth…it was heavenly.

I gripped Eric’s fingers in my hand, hiked my legs up even higher as he slammed in and out of me at a pace that knocked the bed against the wall in a cadence of deep thrums. He drove into me faster, cock pulsing on every thrust, veins throbbing so hard that I could feel every groove sliding inside me against the most sensitive places of my body.

He exhaled a harsh breath. “Fuck.Fuck—”

Suddenly, Eric pulled out of me, flipped me over so I was on my knees, and placed my hands on the headboard. “Hold on, little flower,” he murmured, then drove back into me, the harsh slap of skin on skin and our gratifying moans filling the space in his room.

He leaned over me from behind and pressed his chest against my back, holding me in place with a strong arm wrapped around my middle while he relentlessly pummelled my body with his cock. He sank his teeth where the curve of my shoulder met my neck, delivering a jolt of pleasure I felt all the way down to where we were joined.

It was rough, wild, animalistic. Nothing like the restraint that he had had at our first meeting, or even some of the control that he had when he resisted fucking me in the gallery. Every bit of discipline, every carefully executed word and action was out the window as he claimed my body with his. As with every single needy arch of my back to meet his hips was metwith harder, deeper thrusts, groans and moans and his fingers leaving crescent marks in my side and my hip where he gripped me tight.

I gasped, as another onslaught of pleasure threatened to consume me. “I’m—I’m gonna come—”

Eric’s response to that was to reach around my body and slip his fingers over my clit again, strumming it faster than even he fucked me, stealing the breath from my lungs. The tension in my body wound tighter and tighter. A few more plunges and my orgasm shook through my body like an earthquake. I cried out as my pussy spasmed around his dick as I came,hard, leaving me, and Eric, soaked in the slick deluge of my release.

“That’s it,” he growled in satisfaction. “Come all over my cock like a good fucking girl.”

Eric pulled me from the bedframe, setting my forearms on the mattress with my ass in the air. He didn’t stop, didn’t relent his rough, unrefined thrusts as he fucked me through the last vestiges of my climax and his dick swelled inside me. With a low, gravelly groan, he shoved into me one last time, deep as he could go, settling in as his cock pulsed hard inside me. Warmth flooded my insides as Eric held me down, kept me still as he laid over my body, his own orgasm seemingly never ending.

Eric breathed deep against my shoulder, and I had my face buried in the messy comforter below me. It smelled like sweat and sex and that enticing, addicting cologne that Eric wore. I breathed it in like it was the elixir to life, wanting to keep it in my lungs even as Eric withdrew from my body then turned me over onto my back like a limp—and sated—ragdoll and looked down at me.

His salt and pepper hair was mussed all over. Completely out of place from where my fingers had run through it and where the sweat from fucking had separated the strands. Yet, even like this, with his tan skin flushed and his eyes glazed, he managed to beeven more beautiful than when he was put together, all neat and tidy.

“Let me clean you up,” he said.

I managed to turn to my side and snuggled into one of his pillows as he pulled away from me, surprised that he was offering himself to do so. Most clients, even the nicest ones, tended to leave me to my own devices once the sex was done. They had gotten what they had paid for—so that was fair. But there was something intimate in having someone clean you after a heavy banger that most didn’t broach into.

Eric was gone for a while, and then came back in a clean set of black silken boxers. He had two fluffy towels in his hands, which, when he pushed me onto my back and pressed them gently between my thighs, were warm and wet.

“Oh…” I groaned, my head tilting back and a smile on my face at how soothing it was, especially against swollen (even if satisfied) flesh. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”

Eric smiled down at me. “Good. It’s supposed to. I’m sorry if I was a little too rough with you—”

“No,” I said, interrupting him. “No, that was a lot of things, but definitely not too rough. It was…fuck, it was good.” I sighed.

Eric laughed. “It was good for me, too.” He reached out, gently brushing the hair out of my face, his suddenly serious gaze searching my eyes. “If it’s not too bold of a request, would you be comfortable staying the night? I’m obviously fine with paying more for your extra time.”

Surprise rippled through me. I hadn’t thought that he would ask for more time, aka sex. Hell, I hadn’t thought he’d bring me back to his apartment just based on our first interaction last week. But even when sex was involved in an arrangement, it usually ended with a kiss goodnight and an Uber ride back to my apartment.

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