Page 10 of Forbidden Touch
His male lips curve into a smile before he slaps my ass and squeezes it, pressing me into his bulge. His nostrils grow larger as he breathes. “Get on your knees.”
After yanking down my red lace underwear, he pushes me onto the sofa until my breasts press against the pillows.
Gripping the back of the sofa, I do as ordered, balancing my knees on the cushions.
He presses a hand into my already arched back, making my ass stick into the air. His dominance sends heightened arousal pulses through me.
I’ve never had a man command me. It’s always been the other way around—me taking whatever I want.
My back faces him, my white dress pushed up around my waist.
He slaps my ass hard again and his soft lips press kisses onto the round cheeks. He’s quiet as he sticks a long finger into the slit again. Then he exhales a lengthy breath.
Soon after, I feel his nose grazing my butt and inhaling my scent. After pushing my two cheeks open with moist hands, he takes a deep inhale. Growling, his hands shake on the exhalation. His mouth moves to the lips of my core, kissing it and licking it. “Good girl.”
Pleasure ravages through me and I whimper into a red velvet pillow, my voice muffled.
He slides his tongue along the wet hairs, lapping up my feminine juices and kissing the interior folds until his tongue finds my burdened clit.
My fingers clutch the sofa pillow tighter and my arms brace myself as my pelvis tenses under his tongue.
He grips my hip with one hand as he continues circling the needy clit with his expert tongue.
The air conditioning kicks on, blowing cold air onto my back while fresh arousal spreads through my groin. I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure. Ever. A moan bubbles in my throat as I press my hips back onto him to get more of his mouth.
He circles the clit faster and faster until the swollen organ bursts into a climax.
I breathe his name several times, my body taut and twitching into oblivion.
He rubs my back. “You like this,” he whispers, hitting the tip of his herculean cock against my butt. “You need a rough hand, don’t you?”
Panting, I say nothing. Pure pleasure soaks my core, and it takes everything to be patient enough to obey his commands. I want him inside me. Badly.
When I view him from my peripheral vision, my breathing comes to a standstill.
His orbs are dark and intense.
I turn back around to the sofa and nod.
He’s right. I’d always wanted a man to handle me the way he knows how. Confident. Firm. Commanding.
I nod again. “Yes.”
He taps my ass twice. “Good. I’ll stick this in you now.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, Jonathan.”
“Oh, I like that, sweetheart. I like you on your knees, begging. Especially you.”
I swallow. I don’t have to ask what he means because I already know.
This isn’t my first rodeo. I’m a girl who goes after what she wants, and I’m not shy about taking it either. So, for me to beg … it’s a rare sight.
And besides that, our fucking is forbidden.
He presses me further into the sofa, interrupting my thoughts.
I brace myself on my elbows, ready for impact.