Page 44 of Forbidden Fruit
“Breathe,” he says, low and strained. “You’ve got to let me in.”
“I… I can’t,” I whisper, trembling. “You’re… Calvin, you’re too big…” I gasp, and yes, I know how cliché that sounds, but I swear I’m not saying it to stroke his already overinflated ego; he definitely doesn’t need the help. It’s just… the absolute truth. He is too big.
He leans over me, lips brushing my ear as he growls, “We’ll make it fit. Keep that ass up for me.” I feel something warm and slick between my thighs.Lube. I’m already soaking, but still, he takes care to make it easier for me, not him.
Calvin uses his dick to smear the lube all over me before entering me again, and at this point, I’m shaking. “Relax and take me,” he says, starting with shallow thrusts. I try to relax for him, I really do, but I feel him in my stomach. How that’s possible, I don’t know.
“That’s it! Fuck, look how perfect you are for me,” he groans, continuing the shallow thrusts until he’s buried deep inside me. “Yes, just like that.” We both pause for a moment, trying to catch our breath.
“I knew you’d be perfect,” he says, voice sounding almost awed. “So perfect for me. I’m so proud of you,” he praises, kissing my back over and over again.
“Touch yourself for me, Peach,” he demands, and though I’m still shaking, I do as he says. He picks up his pace,gliding smoothly in and out. It feels like he’s constantly knocking on my uterus, and when he slaps my ass hard, more wetness drips from me.
“Fuck!” I scream as he starts to pick up his pace. I realize I’m not going to survive this at all; it’s too much. It feels too good; every nerve in my body is on high alert. Pain turns into pleasure, and even though there’s still a lot of pain, the pleasure builds and builds. I arch my back to match his rhythm, pushing back against him and swaying my hips to show him that I can take being fucked this hard.
“Yes, fuck me back just like that,” he growls, matching my rhythm with punishing precision. The sound of our combined moans and grunts echoes through the room, primal and perfect. “Do you have any idea how disrespectful this pussy is? Hm? So disrespectfully tight, squeezing me like that. God.” He exhales a wrecked laugh. “You’re going to make someone lose their mind over you, do you know that? The way you take me… fuck,” his words undo me, and I feel another orgasm building, my third. Three. That’s never happened before. Never evenclose.
“Calvin… I—” My voice breaks as pleasure coils tightly inside me, sharp and overwhelming.
“You’re going to make me come,” he grits out, his thrusts growing more erratic and desperate. “Fuck, fuck…”
And then it hits me,us. I fall apart around him just as he pulses deep inside me. My vision goes blurry, stars dancing behind my eyes. My limbs tremble. I can’t breathe, can’t think. Everything crashes in waves of blinding pleasure. Then, everything fades to black.
Blair feels like sin wrapped in silk. Tight, warm, perfect.
The second I’m inside her, everything else disappears. The plan, the world, logic, it’s all gone. It’s just her. The way she breathes, the sounds she makes, it’s too much and somehow not nearly enough.
Most women see me and freeze. Too much, too big, too everything. It used to feed my ego. Now it just feels hollow. But Blair, Christ, Blair took me. Even when it had to hurt, she took every inch like she wanted it. I felt her shudder, felt her breathe through it, and when she started moving back, meeting me halfway, I damn near came right then and there.
There’s pride in it, and awe, and something darker. I didn’t know pride could feel like that. Didn’t knowwantcould either.
I should slow down. I should stop.
But shefits too perfectly.
And now that I know what she feels like, how she sounds when she whispers my name, I know I’ll want her again.
And again.
“You’re gonna make me come… fuck, fuck,” I grit out, hips slamming into hers one last time before I stiffen, my release tearing through me as I spill into the condom.
My vision goes hazy, my breathing ragged. “Fuck, Peach,” I pant, kissing her shoulder. “You don’t know the monster you just created…”
But then, silence.
She’s completely still, quiet.
My heart drops like a stone. “Blair?” I whisper, suddenly ice-cold.
I ease out of her carefully, panic clawing its way up my throat.
With trembling hands, I flip her over gently, needing to see her face, needing to know she’s okay. She’s out cold, completely limp in my arms. My chest tightens, but then I see it, her chest rising and falling, steady. She’s breathing. Thank fucking God.
Still, something’s wrong. She’s unconscious, and I have no idea how long she’s been like that.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter under my breath, quickly untying her wrists, the silk slipping from her skin as I toss it aside. I grab the condom, tie it off, and toss it in the trash before pulling on a pair of sweats with shaking hands. My phone’s in my hand before I even realize it.
I’ve never had this happen before. Ever. I can still hear the way she was moaning, pushing back against me, begging for more just before I came. She was with me, completely. And now this.
