Page 12 of Forbidden Temptations

“Ah…ahhh-oh my God-oh my God-oh my God…I can’t take it... it’s too much…too big!” she shrieked, her fingers clawing at the walls and eyes wide with pure ecstasy. “Oh yes…yesssss…don’t stop…I’m all yours Mr Martin…I've wanted your hard cock inside me for so long…you can fuck me whenever you want to…just don’t stop…don’t stop!”

The room was thick with the musky scent of sex. Grunting as he surged inside her, Richard savoured the sight of her pleasure-drunk features as his hands, roughly kneading her tight young arse like dough, guided her motions in time with his own. Spurred on by her heated encouragements, and the wondrous feeling of her molten channel writhing around his sensitised organ, he slammed into her mercilessly. His back was afire and he could feel beads of sweat rolling down his brow as he thrust hard and fast between her silky thighs, working tirelessly to push them both off their approaching peaks, the tingling sensation down in the base of his spine warning him of his impending oblivion.

“Ohhhh God…I can feel it…I’m going to cum…. fuck me, fuck meeeeee!” Rebecca cried, racing towards another climax and sobbing with pleasure while thrashing her head from side to side. “Ohhh-yes-yes…I’m cummingaahhhhhhh!” her voice dissolved into a shrill cry of pleasure, and her inner walls erupted, convulsing around his thick length in a wash of molten warmth as she rode the orgasm, quivering and bucking against him uncontrollably.

Richard groaned in primitive delight, teetering on the brink, watching avidly as she came undone before the feelings the girl was stirring finally proved too much and a thunderous roar burst from his jaws. Slamming into her one last time, he felt something deep inside his abdomen contract and pulse, and then there was only the fire coursing through his veins as he released his essence into her warmth.

Exhausted beyond measure, they collapsed together in a heap on the bed.

Breathing hard and trembling with miniature aftershocks, Richard had just enough sense left to roll off the beauty, withdrawing his softening arousal from her still vivacious channel. Whimpering at the feeling of emptiness, Rebecca curled into his flank, the feeling of her nestling against him, drawing a low moan from the exhausted man as all notion of time slipped away. For several long moments, he was content to just bask in the glow of a much-needed release. Sleep’s warm embrace dragging him down to that peaceful abyss…

He jerked at the sensation of falling, shattering the spell and leaving him cold, naked, and very much awake.

I need a shower.It was a strange thought. He knew he should have felt guilty, afraid, and perhaps even sick to his stomach, but oddly, a sense of calm detachment seemed to have settled over him and all he could really think about was how clammy his skin felt as the sheen of sweat covering him began to dry. He felt movement against his arm and glanced over to see Rebecca sleeping peacefully beside him, with an arm draped over his front and her head resting peacefully on his shoulder. She was smiling contentedly.

“Ihavetogo.”Hehad tried to say it softly, so as to avoid disturbing her entirely, but his throat was dry and what came out was a raspy parody of a voice. Her body quivered in surprise at the sound and her eyes fluttered open, glassy with unshed tears.

“But…but can’t you stay with me tonight?”

“You know I can’t.” In truth, he would have liked nothing better than to stay with her, but he knew Alice would be growing worried and it wouldn’t be long before she came looking for him. The thought of her finding them like this sent the first true shiver of fear down his spine, and with the idea of her barging through the door, dressed like Rambo and armed with enough firepower to orbit Schwarzenegger in mind, he gently pushed her aside and sat up. Rising to his feet, he quickly set about collecting the garments that were scattered across the floor. Yet his mind was only half on the task, and as a result, he had done up more than half of his shirt’s buttons before realising two of them were in the wrong hole. Even so, he couldn’t keep from cringing when the cloth touched his back. The skin there felt painfully raw and inflamed; he’d need to be careful Alice didn’t see the marks for a couple of days.

Finally dressed, though appearing curiously dishevelled, he straightened up and was about to leave when he heard the rustle of bedsheets.

“Please…Richard, promise me this wasn’t just a one-night stand,” Rebecca called out and despite his better judgement, he glanced back and his heart nearly broke at the vision of her sitting there, desperately trying to hide her nakedness by clutching the soiled sheets to her chest, her ivory skin almost glowing and big doe eyes sparkling pleadingly. Even after such a thorough fucking, she was no less a vision of innocence and purity, the sweetest of temptations.

“We’ll see,” he said, trying to keep his voice flat and features stern, hiding the sudden stab of emotion in his chest. He left without a backwards glance, shutting the bedroom door firmly behind him, doing his best to ignore Rebecca’s tearful sobs.

Hisbackburnedandthe spray cut clean to the bone as fat wet snakes slithered down his arms and legs, so cold they burned.

Eyes hooded and vacant, Richard watched the run-off collect around the shower drain, swirling around and around. The blood was almost washed away, leaving only long accusing fingers of dark crimson streaking across the porcelain.

Time had lost all meaning. Seconds and hours bled together until…

“Goddamnit!”

He wanted to scream. To shout. To bellow like a bear in a cage, being dragged through the streets for the amusement of a medieval mob, roaring and bawling in a show of futile outrage at the hard, inescapable reality. Yet the pitiful grunt was all he dared with Alexander in the next room, liable to stir at the smallest sound, and Alice sleeping peacefully just across the hall. So instead, he took it out on the shower wall the way an angry child would beat a pillow.

Red-hot knives stabbed between his knuckles and up his arm in a blast of near-crippling agony as he hit the wall hard enough for bone to crack against the porcelain. Regardless, he ground his knuckles into the tile, relishing the agony it induced, needing it and not knowing what else to do.

Then the moment was gone, and Richard was left shivering in the cold, hot tears stinging his eyes. “Wh-what the fuck have I done?” The question rang hollow, even to his ears.

What had he done? He'd fucked his babysitter, a girl almost young enough to be his daughter. He'd cheated on his wife. And, what was worse, he'd loved every fucking second of it. Then he'd fled.

He could still hear Rebecca crying in her room.

Her sobs had chased him out of the Blaire's flat like a pack of hounds snapping at his heels and it had been all he could do to make it back to the flat without breaking his neck. Alice had already gone to bed when he came bursting through the door. Deep down, a more rational part of him was relieved he didn’t have to explain to his instinctively suspicious wife why he was getting in so late, or the fact he smelt like sex and his shirt was misbuttoned, but in that moment, all he could think about was a shower. He'd barely spared a moment to look into their bedroom to check on her before jumping into the bath and cranking the water temperature as low as it would go.

Goddammit! What the fuck had he done! Why had he even gone to fix the computer in the first place? It wasn’t a vital job. Rebecca might have been in a state, but it could have waited until morning. So, why the fuck had he gone to the fix the bloody computer, when he’d known, he’d just known it was a bad idea.

Alarm bells had gone off the moment Alice had suggested the girl fancied him. He would have pressed her for more, but then she kissed him, and his world had dissolved to just the feeling of her luscious body pressing into his.

It had been much the same the night they first met, when she’d cornered him in The Burning Book’s storeroom. He’d been getting a fresh crate of beer when he’d noticed her leaning against the door. He hadn’t noticed her slipping in after him, and the sight of the tiny brunet, all curves and smiles in a black wrap-around dress that could only have been painted on, standing there with her hand on her hip almost had him jumping out of his skin.

Only the Lord alone knew how he managed not to drop the bottles in each hand.

Her smile had only grown more sinful when he'd told her she was in a staff-only area. Then, with a cock of her head and a pouting moan, she’d been on him and he’d promptly forgotten all of his fears of getting caught.

Richard would have stayed. He would have, but then Alice’s remarks about Rebecca rung in his ears. Suddenly, he couldn’t get the girl out of his head and he'd felt so ashamed that he just needed to get away.

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