Prohibited: an erotic novel (2 page)

He moved over to me and I knew he was hooked.

“Yes we should. I want to fuck you so bad. I need this.” He said capturing my lips with his.

His lips were soft and succulent.

To my dismay, he pulled back lifting himself up to take a good long look at my smooth chocolate body.

 I watched him.

He leaned over me covering my body with his. His lips stopped just before they touched my ear.  

He whispered softly.

“I can’t wait to taste you.”

Immediately he began to kiss me fervently and madly.

To tell the truth, I was overwhelmed by his passion and desire.

My lips parted for him, and he thrust in his tongue wrapping around mine. I don’t know if I ever felt this good before.

He released my mouth and stared at me. His eyes were a fierce green glowing with blatant desire. They awakened a flame in me and I knew I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone.

He looked down at my breast, and a smile touched his face. He slowly lowered his head and wrapped his tongue around a hard plum colored nipple.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he slowly teased me. As he licked and sucked on my nipple, he trailed a hand down my stomach to the meeting of my thighs. He played with my clit for a while pausing only to slip a finger into my juicy hole.

I did not know one little finger could drive me absolutely crazy.

He pulled out his finger and sucked off the juices.

“I knew you would taste good.” He said scooting down on the bed opening my legs.

He buried his head between them and I felt my body convulse. I let out a loud audible moan of pleasure. My head jerking back against a pillow.

“Oh
cara mia,
your pussy is so delicious.”

He stayed there for a moment, licking and teasing me with his tongue. My body squirmed beneath him, and he placed a firm hand on my stomach to steady me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped. He brought his attention back to my breast and took a whole nipple into his mouth. I cried out with bliss as I ran my fingers through his hair.

 He lifted his head and looked into my eyes.

“Do you want me inside of you?” He asked his breathing fast and irregular.

I knew he could not wait any longer.

I slowly nodded my head.

“No, tell me you want me inside of you. I want to hear you say it.”

Our eyes met.

“I want you inside of me.”

He smiled rising and sitting on his knees.

“Are you…?” He began to ask delicately. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Would you just fuck me!” I demanded impatiently.

It was either the lust or the champagne, but something had my mind cloudy. The only thing I could think about was the tingling sensation between my legs and how much I needed something filling me.

He chuckled and came back to me. I watched his elegant body with every move. I noticed how hard and how big he was. My breath caught in my throat.

I couldn’t wait.

He slid himself between my legs and brought his head down to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips.

I see now why he couldn’t get enough.

His hands luxuriously caressed my body. I put both hands on the sides of his face and lifted it. I wanted him to see the desire in my eyes and how badly I wanted him.

Without warning, he masterfully plunged himself inside of me. It felt amazing having him so deep. I could feel his large dick touching and probing my inner walls.

His movements were precise and controlled. He clearly knew what he was doing. His years of experience showed in the way he fucked me senseless.

He rolled us over putting me in the driver seat. I looked into his eyes as I rode him. My body seethed with desire and I was desperate to be satisfied. It felt so good grinding my body against his body and moving in tune with his beat.

His breathing was rough and his eyes never left mine. His hands cupped my ass and he gently helped me along. We moved to a slow rhythm. It was a perfect pace that he set. His fingers trailed up my body and teased my nipples as I sought the ultimate release.

I abandoned myself to the whirl of sensation flowing through me.

Suddenly, he pulled me toward him. My hard nipples rubbed against the smoothness of his chest.

He rolled us both over, with himself on top. Faster and faster his pace increased. I knew he was close. I wasn’t too far behind myself.

Any minute I knew that I would shatter into a million little pieces. I was being drawn to a height of passion I had never known before. I couldn’t hold on any longer. My whole body flooded with bliss as I came.

“Oh,” I moaned as my body submitted to the burst of pleasure I felt.

For a second I stopped breathing.

His pace did not falter and after a few seconds I felt his body jerk. I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He came with low surrendering moans. I could feel his body rippling with heat and a look of sheer satisfaction crossed his face.

He collapsed on top of me burying his head in the crook of my neck. We lay that way for a few minutes naked and sweaty.

It felt like an eternity.

It felt like heaven.

When his breathing returned to normal, he rolled off and frantically began to put on his clothes. I lay staring at the ceiling utterly exhausted. I was not sure if I should move.

I watch him without saying a word as he unlocks the door. He opened it slowly looking into the darkness. Satisfied with what he saw, he walked out of the room closing the door softly behind him.

I eventually got off the bed and began to redress myself. Before I was completely done, I stopped and sat down on the bed.

Reality setting in and my intoxication fading, my mind was able to adjust. I sat there wondering how I continued to end up in strange men’s beds. This one was a prize though. He was so sexy. How any woman could resist him, I thought, was beyond me.

I was hoping this would not be my last encounter with him. His gaze and his touch were more intoxicating than the finest wine and I got pleasantly drunk.

Though I would have to admit, I feel a little guilty about this one.

I mean he’s married!

Maxine

As we walked through the warm summer air, I began to think this was a terrible idea. I should have faked sick. It’s awfully difficult having my world rocked by a married man and then prance through his son’s wedding and reception.

Yet, I could not pass up my first opportunity to fuck a good-looking sexy Italian man. Those types of opportunities don’t come very often for me.

I dragged my feet as I walked toward the grand building, afraid of getting too close. The 12-story hotel where the reception was being held was magnificent. The light from the inside made the building sparkle like a beautiful star in the night sky.

The wedding party guests equally amazed me. There were practically diamonds hanging from every neck and on every finger. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t seen people with diamonds before, but the sheer amount in one place was astonishing.

As I approached the hotel, I could feel my stomach muscles tensing and tightening. Every step closer left me feeling more and more uneasy. My feet were heavy and I could hear the sound of my black heels hitting the pavement.

Click. Clack. Click. Clack.

After last night, I knew that I was going to be fucked today. I just had that feeling. The same feeling I’ve been having for the past few months now.

All through the wedding ceremony, when no one was looking, I would steal glances. I could not stop imagining his hands on my body. My mind would wander and I would see myself kissing him, caressing him. I feared my lust would consume me. If I could just avoid him here maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

I tried to stay close to Julia. I felt I could get into less trouble that way. Lately sex has been giving me lots of problems. Some of it I liked and some well...let’s just say it wasn’t pretty.

Staying close to Julia was my best bet tonight.

Julia and I have been friends since our freshman year of college. I thought she was a little too conservative when I first met her. After a few months, she turned out to be an incredible friend and confidant.  

I am not sure that I could say the same thing about myself. I’m confident I was a handful in college. Being my friend and keeping me out of trouble has got to be exhausting.

I promised her I would behave myself tonight. So far I have been having trouble keeping my promise.

As we walked, I observed quite a few eyes on us. Most of them were men. I couldn’t help it. It started to turn me on.

Julia and her dad did not seem fazed at all by the scene or notice the whispering going on around our entrance.

All the male attention was making me horny.

I just have to remind myself I promised Julia I would be a good girl.

Cascading from the ceiling was a sign printed with the word “CONGRATULATIONS”.

Julia walked in front of me flashing her famous smile at everyone. I started to feel more and more confident about my dress selection for the evening. It made me feel sexy and desirable despite the fact that it did not allow me much room to breathe.  

There was an elegant red carpet running the length of the ballroom stopping in front of the head table. As we walked, men of all ages, married and single, gawked at us.

I was fairly certain I was more aware of the male attention than Julia was. I accepted the attention by smiling widely and waving at certain guys that caught my eye.

Julia’s dad seemed to notice.

He could barely take his eyes off me and my dress as well.

It was black, floor length and strapless. There were slits up the sides to the middle of my thighs. The top was rather tight to the point my breasts were in danger of popping out.

A couple of years ago, this was normally not something I would wear. I’m more comfortable in a nice pair of pants and a blouse for this type of event or any other event for that matter. But lately, I have not been myself so…

Half naked it is!

Directly in front of us was a huge dance floor. Couples were already taking advantage of the swing band that played on stage. Beautiful circular tables surrounded the floor. They were magnificently covered with hunter green tablecloths and gold dinnerware.

Julia, her dad and I made our way to a table in the front of the room. On the lavishly decorated table were seating cards. We all sat next to our names. I picked up the sign and turned it around in my hands.

“What a beautiful wedding.” Julia said. “If I get married-”

“When you get married, you mean.” Mr. DiGarmo corrected.

“Ok, when I get married,” she said rolling her eyes. “I just hope my wedding will be as beautiful as this one.”

I hated to break it to Mr. DiGarmo, but I myself could not envision Julia ever getting married. She was too much of a prude. You can’t get a man if you are not willing to suck dick. That’s a fact!

I didn’t say that out loud. I didn’t want to crush her father’s dreams.