Your Forbidden Wildest Desires (Erotica Collection)

Ten

Did I tell you how great Flynn kissed? Our tongues were exploring each other's mouths, and he was licking me, swallowing me with his mouth, sucking my lips. The feeling was out of this world.

I could taste the flavor from the alcohol he drank, and I was sure he could taste mine too.

We weren't just kissing. I was moaning in his mouth, and he enjoyed every bit because he didn't stop for a bit, smooching my soft big ass in his hands as we moved around.

His hands wandered around my skin like he wanted to touch me in places that would make me lose my sanity.

The world had only me and Flynn, and the rest of my friends didn't exist. I didn't care about any of them; I wanted to be f****d by the man I seriously craved.

Flynn carried me around. At some point, he slammed me gently into the wall and sucked my lips—from lower to upper lips.

The little break we had, we used to catch our breath. My hands kept feeling his hard muscles around his arms that he flexed while carrying me.

Before I realized it, Flynn had gotten to a door, kicked it open, and carried me inside, laying me on a soft bed that I felt almost swallowed me.

“You… you are amazing,” I struggled to say as I kept trying to breathe well.

He giggled, playing with his tongue, and then his fingers trailed down my stomach, moving downwards. I knew the destination.

It was my p***y. My wet, dripping p***y.

I pushed my hips upwards to meet his touch, and we finally met. I shivered under his touch.

The air conditioner in the room had made his hand cold, and for some reason, it made this touch more warm and welcoming when it met with my p***y lips.

He wasted no time rubbing my p***y lips for a while, making sure I was wet, and for some reason, I wasn't moaning like he wanted. Then he made his decision.

He spread my legs apart and suddenly buried his head down to my p***y, sticking out his tongue and licking me down there just at the most sensitive spot.

“f**k!” I screamed, grabbing his hair and leading him down to the right place.

He couldn't stop now. No, now! The pleasure was really intense.

He made things worse by sticking his tongue deeper into my p***y and licking me more passionately.

Flynn was making me go mad. I was slamming my other hand on the bed, and then I switched to grabbing it hard and squeezing the sheet.

At the same time, I gripped his hair more tightly while pushing my hips so his tongue could go deeper.

He continued this, making sure I would c*m, and damn, for real, I didn’t think I could hold myself any longer.

I didn't want to. What am I even saying? I f*****g couldn't.

The intensity of the pleasure was at its peak. That was when my limit broke through.

Every nerve in my body sparked under his tongue, as if he’d found a switch I didn’t know existed.

“I'm cumming… f**k… f**k,” I exploded in a way that my whole body was shaking, trembling as I c*m continuously.

I had to close my legs to try to stop myself from cumming.

“Oh my… Flynn… Flynn,” I kept calling out to him, rolling on the bed, digging through my hair with my fingers.

What had he done to me? I had never cummed this long in my life. Ten seconds had passed, and my p***y was still shooting out my c*m.

They were all over his face, and he just kept smiling at me.

I wasn’t controlling myself at all. If I opened my legs, it kept exploding.

Was this normal? I was overwhelmed with pleasure…extreme pressure. My stomach was about to blow up, same with my p***y, and it was just too much—I needed to let it out.

But it was rushing out, and my stomach was squeezing inside out.

“Uhmm… mmmh… damn. Flynn, what have you done to me?” I screamed again, and he moved and laid gently on me, pressing a soft kiss on my lips, and I swear my body reacted to it.

I could feel his warm breath on my skin, his intoxicating cologne that made me crave him more.

I felt his touch on my cheek, his fingers trailing and moving my hair behind my ear.

“You will be fine, love,” he said in a soft tone so close to me, and my body was starting to calm down by his gentle, firm touches.

It was only then that I was catching my breath. My heart rate was beating much slower now, back to normal.

I could see his passionate look as he stared deep into my eyes, not breaking contact.

Such confidence excited me. No conversation was needed to tell how much he wanted me.

“Now you are wet enough for me to f**k you,” Flynn sweetly said in my ear again, and my heart skipped.

It was time to get f****d badly.

Now I was starting to be as crazy as Rihanna.

I just had a crazy climax just now? Wasn't that supposed to be enough for me?

Yet I still wanted his d**k. I wanted to c*m inside him.

I wanted him to c*m inside me also. I stood up, and he laid on the bed, resting his back on the pillow.

As if he read my mind, he was just in a perfect position for my favorite s*x style—one I promised I would give any guy who made me go crazy during s*x.

My eyes were as bright and happy as ever as I climbed on Flynn slowly.

I was going to f**k him in a cowgirl s*x position.

And damn, even I knew I was a good rider.

This time, I wasn’t just giving in. I was taking control—of him, of us, of everything we’d been pretending not to want.