Page 135 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

We had practiced this a lot.

After some kissing, sometimes we had a little room for more and Rogan always returned the favor when time allowed it.

I reached for the waistband of his underwear, pulling them off, and letting his cock spring free. Still hard, a little longer and thicker than I remembered it, but I knew it was meant for me.

I moved to my knees, pushed my hair behind my ears, then reached for it. It felt so warm to the touch, already a little sticky pool at the head, and ready for the claiming.

Rogan inhaled sharply when I took the head of his dick into my mouth. I licked away the small bead of precum before I took in more of him. I wanted him to ache for me the way I always didfor him. He rested his hand on the back of my head as gently as he could, careful not to be as rough as he could get so soon, and I began to move my mouth up and down his shaft. I made quick work of him because it had been so goddamn long, that when he came after a few skillful sucks, I wasn’t upset.

If anything, I wanted more, so I kept going.

But he pushed me off with a laugh, “Slow down there, Hunter. You’re gonna wear me down before anything substantial happens.”

I looked up at him with a pout and puppy dog eyes. He grinned at me as he pulled me forward and crushed his lips to mine before turning me onto my back again. Rogan pulled my shorts off, then my panties, and pushed my legs open gently. He lowered his face, inhaled deeply, then looked up at me with those hard, blue eyes of his.

“I forgot how fucking good you smell.”

Before I could answer him, he used his tongue to push my pussy lips open. He moved the tip of his tongue to my clit, gave it a playful lick, and I gasped instantly. With a grin that I could feel on his lips, he began to lick and nibble on my sweet spot. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and did my best not to pull it out at the root as he moved his tongue into my pussy. I reached down and began to rub my clit while he continued to fuck me with his tongue.

It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, and this was definitely different from the last time we had a stolen moment.

I closed my eyes tightly as my body began to shake. I could feel the build-up and knew that sooner rather than later, a million stars were going to explode in the darkness, and I’d be happy again.

But before I had the chance to feel that again, Rogan stopped.

He pulled me down closer to him, got to his knees, yanked his shirt over his head and then reached down for his dick.

“I’ve been waiting for this fucking moment for years,” he breathed in a thick voice as he lowered himself slightly and positioned the head of his dick at my opening. Without another spoken word between us, he slowly began to push himself into me.

The pressure at first was uncomfortable, a little overwhelming, and kind of unnerving. At the moment I was ready to tell him to stop, I felt a warm rush as his dick finally found its way deep inside of me and I gasped.

Rogan pressed his forehead against mine for a moment as he steadied his breathing before he began to gently move his hips. His cock moved in and out of me; slower, then faster, over, and over, until I knew the feeling alone would drive me mad. I always wanted to know what this felt like but never with anyone else.

With a grunt, he pulled out of me, laid on his back, and motioned for me to sit on his cock. Since I had never done this before, I didn’t want to disappoint him, but I did what he asked, and gripped his dick so I could slide down on it.

I rested my hands against his chest as he put his hands on either one of my hips, then began to gently guide me. He moved me back and forth on top of him until I figured out the rhythm and took over.

I moved faster than he did because I wanted that fucking release he had denied me.

I wanted the stars exploding like a supernova, but not just for me. I wanted it for him too.

When he pulled my body against his and began to piston his hips up rapidly, it didn’t take much more than that. Rogan’s cum filled me—hot, sticky, and undeniably claimed what was always his, and I followed soon after.

Chapter

Seven

“Breakfast is great. Thanks, Hunter.”

I looked across my kitchen table and nodded at him as I scooped another spoon full of cereal up. “You’re welcome. I didn’t have time to go shopping for some good stuff, but I figure we can do that today or tomorrow.”

He nodded as he bit into his strip of bacon, then went back to his newspaper.

I chuckled and shook my head.

If only he knew he had so many of the quirks Dad had, he’d probably blow a gasket, but I wasn’t gonna be the one to tell him. Not when he seemed like he was in good spirits for the first time in a long while.

“Do you think anyone will ask questions?”

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