Page 66 of The Forbidden
“Evan?” she whispers, cupping my jaw. I blink away the fog.
Lowering my head, I take her nipple in my mouth as I add another finger, stretching her little cunt out, preparing her to take me. Anais squirms beneath me, chest rising and falling as she rolls her hips up, chasing her pleasure. Her eyes squeeze shut, and that’s something I won’t allow. I need those lilacs on me.
“Eyes on me, Brat,” I growl around her nipple.
Her eyes pop open, locking onto mine. Innocence, intrigue, and fascination all stare back at me. I want to see that look on her face for the rest of my life. Want to memorize it. The thought enters my mind, unbidden. What the actual fuck is happening to me?
I don’t think like this with women. Usually, it’s just one thing on my mind – fucking. And I certainly don’t do girlfriends. So why am I picturing a future? And why does the image of Anais with another man, him seeing this look of desire on her beautiful face, tighten my chest, and turn my vision red?
I file the thoughts away for later, focusing on the here and now. On the fact I’m about to take my best friend’s little sister’s virginity.
Sliding down her body, I trail kisses across her flat stomach, shifting lower until my eyes meet her pussy. Mymouth latches onto her clit, sucking it inside and Anais cries out.
“Oh my god,” she moans.
A smirk tugs at one side of my mouth, and I release her little nub. “Yeah, Brat. I’m your God, but for now, I’m here to worship at your altar.”
Wrapping my lips around her clit, I swirl my tongue around the bundle of nerves, sliding another finger into her pussy and stretching her out. She’s so God damn tight, she’ll strangle my dick. I’ve never been harder.
“Evan, Evan, Evan,” she chants my name like a prayer. Her slit is soaked, and her legs tremble with her impending orgasm.
Then she explodes, her pussy tightening around my fingers as her orgasm washes over her. She cries out, and it’s so loud, I’m pretty sure every single person on this fucking yacht might’ve heard her. Jealousy thrums in my veins, thick and unwanted. But it screams one thing. Only I get to hear her like this. My hand darts up, clamping over her mouth, silencing her screams of pleasure as she rides out the rest of her climax into my palm.
Her body goes limp. She slumps against the mattress, but her glazed eyes stay locked on me. My dick throbs, aching with the need to bury myself inside her, to claim what’s mine.
Slowly, I pull my fingers from her pussy, bringing them to my mouth, sucking her orgasm from me. Anais’s chest rises and falls as she watches me, her mouth parting in silent invitation. Dirty girl wants to taste herself.
Smirking, I crawl up her body, pushing the only finger still slick with her juices to her lips and pushing inside. “That’s it, Brat, taste what I do to you. Lick me clean.”
She obeys, wrapping her tongue around the digit as she laps up her climax. I groan, my cock throbbing painfully. Ineedinside her.
Pulling my finger from her mouth, I palm my dick, stroking from root to tip, smearing the pre cum beading at the tip. Anais watches, almost mesmerized. “You ready for me?” I ask. Her lilac eyes snap to mine. She bites down on her bottom lip, nodding. “I need words, Brat.”
She swallows, a slight tremble in her voice when she breathes out. “Yes,”
Grinning, I line myself up at her wet entrance, running my tip along her wet pussy, before circling her opening. “I’ve stretched you out, warmed you up as much as I can. But this… it’s still gonna hurt. I’m big, and you’re so fucking tight. Just relax. After the initial pain, I promise, I’ll make it good for you.”
Anais nods, the trust in her eyes making my chest pinch.
I take a deep breath, one palm bracing on the mattress, the other guiding me as I push inside. Her tightness grips me like a vise, and I grit my teeth. When I’ve made it a couple inches inside, I pause, placing my other palm on the bed, trying to steady myself. As much as I want to slam home, I have to take it slow.
Giving up your virginity is no joke. It’s huge deal for many women, and there’s no doubt in my mind Anais is one of them. Why she chose to give it to me, out of all the men she’s crossed paths with, I’m not sure. I might be an asshole, but that doesn’t mean I won’t cherish this gift, even if I never show it.
I have a very bad feeling she’s already got a firm grip on my balls, and I don’t want to give her the ammunition to completely own them.
“Christ, you’re tight.” I blow out a breath, thrusting shallowly.
“It hurts,” she whispers.
“Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight. I’m going to break through your hymen.” I don’t know when this became a sex education lesson, but if I have to talk her through it, I will. “It’s going to hurt. Bite me if you have to, but don’t scream.” My brows furrow. “Well, not this time. We don’t want the whole party hearing you.”
She nods, looking so vulnerable, my chest tightens. I’m so used to seeing the fierce girl, with fire in her eyes. Whenever she’s like this, exposed and open to me, I don’t know how to handle it.
Lifting her head, she presses a kiss to my pec, then bites down hard. I groan, knowing she’s going to leave a mark and loving the thought.
Before my mind drifts to places I don’t want it to, I slam my hips forward, eyes rolling shut at the exquisite sensation of breaking through her innocence.
Christ. If I live a thousand years, nothing will ever beat this feeling.
