Forbidden Romance by Lena Lucas

4

Piper

“Piper.” He said my name on this strangled groan.

I wondered if he could feel my wetness through the panties as I ground my pussy against him.

“You make my mouth water,” he groaned. “God do you make it water.”

My pussy was saturated, and all I wanted was to let him know that I was so ready for him, that I’d never been more ready for something than I was right now.

He grabbed my waist again, and before I knew what was happening he had me back on the ground, spun around, and had my belly pressed to the counter.

The granite was warm from when I’d been sitting on it, but goosebumps popped out along my flesh regardless. A moment later he hauled me up so my back was to his chest. The defined length of his stiff erection dug into my lower back.

Licking my lips, I looked over my shoulder. I could see the raw desire on his face. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this, Z.”

“You’ll only ever want me, isn’t that fucking right?”

I nodded instantly.

“I've only ever wanted you, Z”

He ran his hands up, over the sides of my breasts, back down across my hips, along my belly.

“God, I fucking love your curves.  It gives me something to hold on to while I drive my dick into your virgin pussy.” His voice was nothing but a distorted sound now, a low growl, and when I looked over my shoulder again, I saw how his pleasure had darkened his expression.

His pupils were completely dilated, and the blackness took over the light-colored irises.

He growled out, “You see what you do to me? Making me lose all fucking control.” He pressed his dick against my ass again, and I felt how big he was, how long and thick. God, how would that feel inside of me?

Z gripped my hips in a vice-like grip and I gasped. He pulled me even harder against him. And then he started thrusting against me as if he couldn’t help himself, as if it was too hard to stay still.

“God, Z,” I moaned and a second later he turned me around so I faced him and lifted me back onto the counter. We were eye level now, and the fierceness I saw in his expression had my pussy clenching in need.

This was like one sexually charged rollercoaster ride, one that I never wanted to get off of, not if I felt like this because of Z.

He gripped my chin with a thumb and forefinger, making me look at him, refusing to let me go. And then he crashed his lips against mine, forcing me to take his mouth, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, fucking me there so possessively I couldn’t breathe.

He ground his dick between my thighs, not soft or gently, but hard and fast, as if he had zero control. God, I was burning alive and I’d never wanted to be consumed by flames as much as I did right now with the man I loved.

He teased me until the words for him to fuck me were right on the tip of my tongue. I didn’t care if I begged and pleaded for his cock in me. Pleasure zinged through me as he continued to grind that big cock into me. I could have climaxed from this alone. Z went for the button of his jeans, the sound of his zipper sliding down sending shivers throughout my body.  My pussy creamed even more, as if the very sound of him about to free that monster cock had my body trained to come undone.

His gaze was locked between my legs, his fingers on the edges of his pants, his knuckles white. Feeling bold, I reached between my legs and slipped my fingers under the edge of my panties. I could see the way Z breathed hard and fast as I touched myself. I was breaking his control, and that gave me power.

I pulled the fabric to the side and exposed my soaked slit, and the sound that left him had a gasp of desire leaving me. My clit throbbed when the air touched it. I was so damn drenched, so wet that as soon as the material that covered my pussy was yanked aside, I felt even more juices slip from my body.

My heart beat so fast I could hear it fill my ears, could feel it pounding against the base of my throat.

I continued to tease him, loved how he growled low, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white from the force.

I ran the pad of one finger along the swollen rise of my pussy lips, rubbing the digit back and forth, slow and easy, knowing it drove him crazy. I pulled myself open, showing him the inner pinkness that was all his.

“So wet. So pink.”

I could feel the tiny bud of my clit beat in time with my pulse. My fingers were soaked from my pussy juices. My belly hollowed out from my frantic breathing, and I knew if I rubbed my pussy a little harder, I could get off.

He watched me so fiercely it was like a predator watching his prey, and then I gasped as pleasure spiked in me. He pushed his jeans down a second later, as if he couldn’t stand the denim on his body a moment longer. I felt my eyes widen when I finally got a look at what had been hidden behind his jeans. His cock was huge, thick and long, the head flared and wider than the shaft. The tip was smeared with pre-cum, that clear fluid causing my mouth to water for a taste.

I licked my lips, practically tasting that male saltiness on my tongue, and heard him groan. The noise had me lifting my head to look into his eyes. Z took a step toward me and dropped down on his knees before I knew what happened. I felt my eyes widen. He pushed my fingers aside so now he was the one holding my panties away from my exposed pussy.

“Fuck, look at all this for me,” he murmured to himself. “Fuck, Piper. Fuck,” he gritted those words out as if they were painful to even say. “I’m gonna eat this pretty cunt until your cream covers my lips, until it slides down my throat.”

I gasped at his filthy, hot words, and when I felt his breath along my slit, I closed my eyes tight and moaned.

“Your pussy will be mine. Your cherry will be mine.” The vibrations from his voice had me biting my lips. “No other motherfucker will know how sweet your pussy is, Piper. Say it. Fucking say it,” he growled that last part until I sucked in a deeper breath.

“No one will ever know what my pussy feels like, tastes like, but you, Z.”

He groaned. “That’s fucking right. Mine.” He slammed his mouth right over my pussy and I cried out at the intensity of his warmth, lips, and tongue running over me.

The force of his mouth and tongue, of his lips moving up and down my pussy lips had me leaning back and bracing my elbows on the counter, stretching out for him. His slightly scruffy cheeks scraped along my inner thighs, his body bigger than life as he ate me out.

He had one hand flat on my belly, keeping me stationary as he devoured me. The sound of fabric tearing pierced my lust-filled brain, and I looked down the length of my body to see him toss the remnants of my panties to the side.

He was an animal between my thighs, licking and sucking, probing and teasing me until I was murmuring his name over and over. He spread my pussy lips apart with his thumbs and sucked my clit into his mouth, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my cunt in his face.

My orgasm finally broke free, and the rough, harsh grunts he made had my pleasure rising. It was intense, breath stealing, mind altering.

I grabbed his hair and tugged at the strands, needing him so close I couldn't stand the torment. Z let go of my clit with a resounding pop, and licked a path down my slit to spear his tongue into my pussy hole. In and out he probed me with the muscle, not going as deep as I needed, but teasing me enough I was going to come again.

He placed his thumb on my clit as he continued to fuck my pussy with his mouth, rubbing the small bud back and forth, prolonging my pleasure. I heard him inhaling me between suckles, the knowledge he loved my scent turning me on even more.

My whole body tightened with another oncoming climax.

“Come again, Piper. Give me another one, baby. Let me swallow that cream.”

His words sent pleasure through me like a freight train. The intensity of what was happening had my whole body shaking. I closed my eyes and let it wash through me, giving him what he wanted, needing him to own it.

He groaned against my sensitive, soaked flesh, then Z gave one last lingering kiss to my inner thigh, dragged a path all the way down my leg with his tongue, and then stood to face me again. I lowered my gaze to the monster standing stiff from the thatch of dark hair at his groin. He grabbed the root, stroked himself from tip to base, over and over again, and kept his focus on me solely.

A drop of pre-cum lined the tip of his dick, and I watched in twisted desire as that droplet fell to the ground. More cum took its place right away, and all the while, he never stopped stroking himself… or staring at me.