Off Limits: A Forbidden And Seduction Erotica Compilation

My Sister's Fiance II

Julian

I didn't need to hear her say it twice. The second that "f**k it" left Olandria’s lips, the second her resolve shattered every ounce of restraint I’d been faking for months burned to ash.

I didn't lead her to the couch; I hauled her there. I gripped her under her thighs, her legs wrapping around my waist as I marched into the living room.

There was no time for the bedroom. There was no time for stairs. There was only the desperate, pounding need to reclaim what was mine.

I dropped her onto the plush cushions, but she didn't just lie there. She pulled me down on top of her, her mouth crashing against mine with a violence that made my head spin.

Her hands were everywhere, pulling at my white linen shirt. She traced the ridges of my abs, her touch like liquid fire against my skin.

“Hnngh… Dria…” I groaned into her mouth, my hands framing her face as I tried to keep up with the pace she was setting.

I ripped the shirt off, flinging it across the room. I wanted her to see me. I wanted her to feel the heart she had broken thudding against her chest. She didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick each of my n*****s before sliding down the center of my chest.

She mapped every muscle, every scar, every inch of my torso until she reached the waistband of my shorts.

I scrambled, my fingers fumbling with the drawstring. I kicked them away, my boxers following a second later.

My d**k sprang free, heavy and pulsing with a life of its own. I saw her eyes widen, taking in the length of me, eight inches of rigid muscle from need that had been waiting for her for over a year. A hungry smile curved her lips. She didn't look away. She didn't shy back.

She spread my legs open and leaned in.

“Ah… hnggh!” I choked out as she ran her tongue from the base of my balls all the way to the very tip. It was a long, slow, soaking wet lick that made my toes curl into the carpet. A single drop of precum beaded at the head, and she caught it with her tongue before swirling her lips around the tip.

She began to circle the head of my d**k, a slow, torturous rhythm of front-and-back motions that sent white-hot sparks behind my eyelids. I let out a low, vibrating groan. I couldn't help it. I reached down, my fingers tangling in her hair, and I pushed her head down.

I needed her to take it. All of it.

She took the length of me into her mouth, bobbing her head with a rhythm that made me think I was finally seeing heaven.

The wet, sliding heat of her throat was more than I could handle. I felt the pressure building in my gut, a raw, primal urge to just let go. But then, she tried to take my entire size.

She gagged. The sound of her throat hitting the head of my d**k sent a pulsing wave of electricity through my entire frame. I almost lost it right then. I arched my back, my breath hitching in a jagged whimper.

She withdrew for a second, a string of spit connecting us. She spat on the tip, watching the glistening liquid drip down the length before she slurped it all back up.

“F-f**k…” I muttered, the word breaking into a whimper as she dived back down.

This time, there was no gagging. She deep-throated me, her throat muscles clenching around me as she took every single inch.

My hands tightened in her hair, my knuckles turning white. A deep sound from the back of my throat escaped my mouth and I forced myself to pull her away before I came and missed the best part.

I grabbed her by the neck gently, but with the dominance she craved and hauled her up the couch toward me.

A trail of spit still connected her lips to my d**k until I broke it by crushing my mouth against hers.

As we kissed, she reached down and began to rub the tip of my d**k, her thumb circling the sensitive ridge.

“Oh fu..fuck,” I rasped against her lips. “Baby, if you keep doing that… ah… I’m gonna come before I can f**k the living hell out of you. I’ve been waiting a year to put this inside you. Don't ruin it.”

I shoved her back against the arm of the couch. I didn't have the patience for buttons or zippers. I grabbed the collar of her transparent lace top and ripped. The fabric gave way with a satisfying tear, exposing her breasts to the dim light of the room.

I feasted on her with my eyes. She was perfect. Her skin was flushed, her n*****s already hard and pleading for attention.

I dived for them, licking and sucking like a man who had been wandering a desert and finally found an oasis.

I tried to unhook her bra, but my hands were shaking too hard. I gave up on the clasp and just tucked the cups down, baring her n*****s completely. I flickered my tongue over one, then the other, earning a high-pitched, melodic moan that made my d**k throb even harder.

Finally, I managed to unhook the bra and tossed it across the room. It landed in a heap on top of my discarded shirt.

I looked down at her leggings. They were tight, hugging her thick thighs and the curve of her ass. A dark, wet patch was already forming at the crotch. She was soaking for me.

I didn't pull them down. I hooked my fingers into the center of the fabric, right where her p***y sat, and I tore the material. The wetness helped the fabric shred, exposing her glistening, swollen lips.

SLAP.

I brought my palm down against her p***y, the sound sharp in the quiet house.

“AH!” Olandria gasped, her legs flying wide as she arched her back.

“I want this pretty p***y so f*****g bad,” I growled. I spat on her center, the liquid glistening on her skin.

I dropped to my knees on the floor while she stayed on the couch. I gripped her thighs, hauling her toward the edge so I could get a better view. I stuck my tongue out and took one long, clean swipe from bottom to top.

Olandria’s head hit the back of the couch. “Oh my God, Julian!”

I groaned, burying my face between her legs. “It feels so good to be home.”

I got right into it. I used my thumbs to spread her lips, exposing her c**t, which was pulsing and angry for attention. I attacked it with my tongue, flicking and licking with a relentless rhythm. She grabbed the hair on my head, her fingers digging in as she cried out.

I spat on her again, dragging the moisture down with two fingers. She was so wet, so ready, that two fingers slid inside her with zero resistance. I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm.

God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea.

Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like s*x was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch.

I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her c**t while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

“Haaah… haaah… Julian!” she rasped, her voice a broken mess. “f**k me. Please. I want that d**k. Give it to me!”

I didn't need to be told twice. I withdrew my fingers and shoved them into her mouth. She sucked them clean, her eyes locked on mine with a desperate fire. I leaned in, kissed her one last time, and then lined myself up.

I didn't take it slow. I didn't ease in. I slammed into her p***y in one heavy, grounded thrust.

“AHHH!”

I took off like I was chasing the wind. I pounded into her, the sound of our bodies colliding—slap, slap, slap—filling the living room. I hooked her legs over my shoulders, giving me the leverage to go deeper, to hit the very back of her. We were both a mess of unintelligible words and raw moans.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she wailed, her hands clawing at the couch cushions.

I pulled out, the wet pop echoing, and flipped her to her side. I spat into my hand, coated my d**k once more, and pushed back in from behind. I gripped her thighs, holding her legs up in the air as I thrusted.

I eventually let her legs rest on my thighs, my hand reaching around to find her c**t. I rubbed it in fast, tight circles while I f****d her, our mouths meeting in a messy, tongue-heavy kiss.

“You feel so good, baby,” I groaned into her ear. “So tight… hnggh… so warm…”

“Harder!” she screamed. “Julian, go harder!”

I obeyed. I slowed the rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into her with everything I had. One slam… two seconds… then another slam. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body vibrating with the force of it.

I felt the pressure in my tip reaching the point of no return. My vision was blurring. My heart was a drum in my ears.

“I’m gonna come!” I choked out. “Baby, I’m—ah!”

I pulled my d**k out, my hand flying to it to stroke the last few seconds out, wanting to paint her with my release.

But then, the world stopped.

The sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway shattered the moment. A car door slammed.

We froze. My d**k was still pulsing in my hand, Olandria was a wrecked, naked mess on the couch, and the front door was only twenty feet away.

Eva was home