Page 33 of A Forbidden Love (Fraser Crime Syndicate 3)

He nips at my bottom lip between kisses, which is hotter than it should be. It makes me lean into him and slide my tongue inside his mouth. I have no idea what I’m doing, but he seems to like it, so I keep doing it.

I’m making little grunts and groans as I kiss him. He moves from my puffy lips to kiss down the column of my throat. I’ve never felt like this. There haven’t been men in my life. I was never allowed to engage with the opposite sex. I had to go to my marriage bed a virgin. My parents ensured that would be the case. I had bodyguards with me everywhere I went—even school. I didn’t get to have the teenage rebellion most young people go through. There was no kissing, no hook-ups. Nothing.

I know about sex, but I had no idea it could feel this good.

I understand now why so many people are obsessed with it.

I feel breathless as he pulls my hoodie aside to kiss the dip between my neck and shoulder. The moan I make is completely out of my control. I can’t stop it from escaping my mouth.

“Ryan…” I gasp his name as he hits a particularly sensitive spot that feels like it’s connected to my pussy. His fingers move under the hem of my hoodie. He finds my breast underneath it and dips inside the cup of my bra to play with my nipple as he continues to work over my neck. The dual sensation is almost too much. I close my eyes as he rubs that little bud between his fingers.

My hand goes between my legs, slipping under the waistband of my sweatpants. I push my underwear aside. I’ve touched myself before, but never with someone else watching. It feels forbidden and it turns me on all the more as I rub over my clit.

“I like watching you play with yourself,” Ryan admits, continuing to play with my nipple.

I lean back in the chair, spreading my thighs as wide as I can so I can continue to play with myself as he kisses my neck. My body feels wired, alive, heated. I can hardly breathe as my climax starts to build.

Ryan keeps his hand on my breast but he leans further over me so he can reach between my legs. He follows my arm, which is buried inside my sweats. His touch raises the fine hairs on my skin as he covers my hand with his. Gently, he pushes my fingers out of the way. My pulse stutters as he runs his fingers through my folds. My hips jolt, but he keeps me in place the way he’s draped over me.

His fingers rub over my clit, making me groan. Then he surprises me by sinking one digit inside my pussy. I tense for a second at the intrusion. It doesn’t feel like my fingers do. He’s firm and sure in his movements, and he doesn’t just probe around the entrance, like I do. He pushes deep inside me. It feels strange, and my pussy tries to clamp around him.

When he adds a second finger, I’m panting heavily. My body is electrified. I’m soaked between my legs and my pussy aches with need.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” he says into my ear. The dirty words make my head swim.

“Yes.” It’s all I can say. I’m not sure I’m capable of anything else right now.

I grip the arms of the chair, forcing my legs wider apart as he starts to move inside me. Everything south of my navel feels wound tight, building towards something.

If I wasn’t sitting, I would fall down. I’m sure my legs are jellied.

Ryan scrapes his fingers over my clit, and I come undone. My thighs twitch and jolt as fireworks explode through me. My pussy pulses and contracts as waves of pleasure roll through me.

Pulling free from my pussy, he removes his hand from my sweats and gives my breast a gentle squeeze before releasing that too. He dips lower so he can kiss me.

My brothers will kill him for touching me.

Which means this thing between us needs to remain secret.

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