Forbidden Love Of My Life

Stranger-Lover

“ Art where are we going?”

I whine as I follow him throw his family’s mega mansion, slurring and falling half the time.

“Upstairs.”

“What's upstairs?”

He pulls me closer, stopping to say.

“ My room.”

I should be alarmed.I am.

A little bit.

But the possesive way he holds onto me and the authoritative way he speaks like we’re in a kingdom he rules and not just space bounded by walls has my stomach clenching.

He had taken off my yellow heels long ago when I nearly pushed an expensive looking vase to the floor because I couldn't walk in them.

It probably cost my annual salary expensive..

“ Promise not to vomit okay.”

“ Okay , I promise not to-”

I don't get to finish my sentence as Art grabs me firmly at the hip and throws me over his shoulder.

His very solid and strong shoulder digs into my stomach.

His large hands come to rest on my generous bum, making my squeal.

“ Art!”

I giggle. Jesus, a high school girlish giggle!

Who am i? I am almost forty for crying out loud.

He spanks my bum.

“ Be quiet, I don't want my father's workers reporting this as another statistic.”

I quiet down, watching his firm perky ass and long legs move us through halls and up stairs.

We come to stop In Front of a set of double dark doors he opens with a key.

The place is so quiet the movement of the keys inside the lock echoes.

We step into a cool dark room. Art locks the door behind us.

My stomach takes a dip for all the wrong reasons.

He moves a few paces, dumping my heels somewhere and throws me onto a large bed.

I squeal, giggling.

Why did I think this night would be so bad again..?

Oh, because my ex is a misogynistic bastard.

“ Glad to hear you agree with me .”

I clump my hands over my mouth, stunned I said that out loud, as a shirtless and very muscled and corded Art crawls over me.

“Art?”

I whisper, pulling away as he follows me.

“ Lily..”

My stomach clenched. I skip off the bed, my feet finding relief in his soft fluffy carpet.

I sigh but raise my guard when he is In Front of me in a blink of an eye.

His skin looks so smooth and fair..

I want to touch it..

“ Go ahead, I know you want to.”

His hands come up to my spaghetti straps, pulling it off my shoulder as he whispers seductively in my ear..

I shouldn't ..I have an ex-boyfriend..

Yet my hands come up to his hard thick chest as a flimsy barrier while his hands roam over me.

I ignore his earlier invitation, resisting a moan when his hands move over ass and breasts.

“I thought you wanted to help me get back at my ex- boyfriend.”

Snap out of it Lily!

He draws my complacent dress down, exposing my breast and hard brown n*****s.

His voice turns rough as his finger skims over a sensitive bud. I shiver, sighing in relief I never knew I needed.

“I am.”

He grabs my waist, scenting me at the crook of my neck, I moan in exhilaration.

At his body heat , his massiveness and his dominance.

“ Really?”

I whisper, my hand slipping into his soft luscious hair, the other holding onto his shoulder .

He breathes me in and rumbles in satisfaction.

My core clenches , the worms burrowing deeper into my stomach.

His hold on my waist is brushing,the other still squeezing my bum like it manner from heaven.

Art comes up, his one's blue eyes complete dark and savage.

“ Yes, now shut up and let me kiss you ..”

With that said, his eyes zoom in on my round plumpy lips.

His hand slipping into my hair and tilting my head up. His lips fall on mine immediately.Not giving me any space to breathe , he samples me eagerly.

Like the taste of the first wine..Gingerly, as if he has been dreaming about it for a long time.

His lips move over mine expertly, sucking bruisingly then moving to the next.

I shouldn't let this happen..

But his lips.

God, his lips are so soft..almost as soft as a cloud..

And so addictive. I can taste the bailey and whisky on his tongue as he invades mouth, sucking on my tongue.

He bites down on my bottom lips with a groan, then allows me to come up for air.

I pant, a little dazed ..

“ f**k, this is better than I dreamed off.”

“What?”

Is this really happening..

“Those damn lips of yours . Take off your dress.”

He orders. The dress falls off my body effortlessly.

The cool air in his quiet room hits my naked skin.Goosebumps erupt as his eyes move appreciably over me.

My eyes darted to his dress pants, my chest heaving with adrenaline,my mouth salivating with the thought of touching him.

“ Lily..”

“ Yes..?”

My eyes move up to his. The look in them nearly knocks my knees from under me.

“ Take them off.”

I walk closer, until there's only inches between us.I unbutton his pants and pull them off his legs.Trailing my hand along his body as I rise up.

I gasp in surprise at his impressive length and girth, hard against his stomach.

I breathe against it. Art groans, rolling his head back.

“ Lay down.”

I obey , laying down and resisting the urge to cover myself.

Art retrieves a condom from his nightstand. Tearing it open with his teeth while he gives himself a few pumps,then rolls it on with the expertise of someone who has done this a million times.

My mouth parts at the erotic sight, wetness pooling between my legs.

Locking dark eyes with me , he says..

“ Now I am going to f**k you hard untill you’re sour for me and limping around the jackass..”

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