Page 78 of Lust

It can’t be love. Notthatkind of love, at least. Sin and true love can’t coexist, and everything about this situation is all wrong. She’s my best friend’s daughter. She’s my intern. Having her long term would mean losing everything I hold dear.

But in this moment, it feels worth it.

“You don’t have to.” She reaches between our bodies to cup my balls. “I want to make you happy.”

I hiss at the exquisite pleasure. “I could already die of happiness.” Her lips open, and I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth.

More.

I need so much more.

My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass as I roll my hips against hers. She groans and I feel the vibration deep inside of her. I lick my tongue along her neck, nibbling as I move toward her collarbone. I move my mouth to the spot between her throat and her shoulder, sucking hard. Her pulse flickers against my tongue, and it feels like my own. Like her body is mine.

Mine.

Oh fuck, she feels like she belongs to me and only me. How will I ever be able to stand by while another man touches her?

I see myself sitting impotently across the table from her at a family dinner. Another man is beside her, his arm draped over her shoulder. His fingers idly stroke this very spot of skin that is in this moment so dear to me.

This is heavenly hell.

I thread my fingers through her hair before gripping hard. I pound my hips into hers, my balls slapping against her skin.

“Oh God,” she moans, her body trembling.

“You’ll take all of me, Mariana. This pussy is mine.”

“Yes,” she pants. She lowers her chin as those wicked dark eyes stare up at me. “And your cock ismine.”

Pleasure shoots through my veins. Oh fuck, she’s so perfect.

“Yes, sweet girl. I’m entirely yours.”

And I mean it.

I really mean it.

“Then come for me,” she whispers.

The words hit me like a meteor. I pump into her one final time before I explode. As wave after wave of ecstasy ripples through my body, the warmth of my come shoots out of me, but not far enough.

I wish I weren’t wearing a condom.

I want to fill her with my come. I want to put a baby in her, watch her belly grow with a part of me.

Holy fucking shit, this is madness.

Exquisite madness.

Mariana

The soft purple morning light peeks through the slits in the blinds, illuminating the room. I’m sitting at the small vanity, running a brush through my long, tangled hair.

Tangled because he had those big hands all over it.

Brandon stirs behind me, his sleepy groan resonating in the quiet room. He rises from the bed, the sheet slipping off his muscled chest. After walking over to me, he leans against the wall, watching me with curious eyes. “What are you doing?” His voice raspy from sleep.

“Just taking care of this now.” I divide my hair into sections. “I know I’ll be too tired to get ready in the morning.” A naughty smile tugs at my lips. “It’s morning now, actually.”

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