Page 122 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

And so I pulled my dick out of her, sat on the couch, then pulled her onto me.

“Come on, baby,” I breathed, “fuck me.”

Seiko immediately began to work my cock with her tight hole, moving back and forth, up, and down, her tits teasing me as she fucked me as vigorously as I had her.

I leaned forward, grabbed one of her nipples between my teeth, and gently ground my teeth around it. Seiko gasped but she didn’t stop riding my cock.

I grabbed her tit and began to suckle on it, my other hand firmly dug into the flesh of her ass as she rode me faster.

She let out another gasp, then a groan as her pussy finally began to convulse around my cock.

I let go of her tit, ran my hands up her back, before I let them settle on her ass again.

A satisfied grin on my lips as I held her on my lap, her hips still rolling gently.

There was no way we’d be able to tell Mom and Dad about this, but I’ll be damned if I was going to give this up.

It would just have to be our little secret.

Between the Spark and the Ember

BLURB

I needed him to remember me.

I wanted to call my big, bad wolf home.

What I started was something that I knew would be a dangerous game.

I knew that people would get hurt.

It would be the only way to make me heal again, though.

To light the match and watch my villainous hero come back to me.

Part One

Dottie

Chapter

One

Cedar Brenton was a fire starter.

I caught him with his first matchbook when we were five and seven, respectively. He held a finger to his lips as he struck the small stick against the striker.

We were both transfixed by the small blaze that sprung forth so quickly and waited until it burned down to the flesh of his small forefinger and thumb. I had expected him to wince or evencry out in pain, but there was nothing there except for the urge to strike another match.

So he did.

Over and over until he only had three left inside. That’s when he told me to take a step back, pulled one out, and ignited it before setting the entire book on fire.

Two matches didn’t make for much of a fire, but the smell of it was something I knew I’d never forget.

The only time I ever found myself thinking about those days long since gone is when I saw him on the news.

Instead of starting the fires, he was fighting them now. I think it could be attributed to the guilt of having burned his grandparents’ home to the ground, though I doubt it.

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