TWISTED DESIRES FORBIDDEN ENCOUNTERS

THE BATHROOM TRAP

Chapter 3:

Serena's POV

I walked away from Damon down the hallway, my heart pounding hard.

When I got to my bedroom, I closed the door but didn’t lock it.

I knew he was standing right outside like a wall.

Inside my room I felt restless and hot. I went straight to the bathroom, left the door cracked open on purpose, and turned on the sink.

I stripped off my dress fast, then my bra and panties, until I was completely naked.

I splashed water all over my body so my skin looked shiny and wet.

My boobs were full and my n*****s were already hard.

I took a deep breath, then I did it on purpose — I slipped my foot on the wet tile and fell hard on the floor.

“Ahh!” I cried out loud, really loud. “Damon! Help! It hurts!”

I lay there naked on the cold floor, legs spread a little, my wet boobs completely out and shining under the lights.

Tears ran down my face as I kept crying hard, fake but loud.

The bathroom door slammed open in a second. Damon burst in, gun out, eyes wild.

He froze when he saw me.

There I was — twenty years old, totally naked and wet on the floor, my big boobs on full display, n*****s tight and glistening.

My p***y was right there for him to see.

I kept sobbing, making my chest shake so my boobs bounced.

Damon’s gray eyes locked on my body. He couldn’t look away.

His mouth opened slightly, breathing fast. He stared at my boobs like he was starving, then down to my hard n*****s, then lower to my wet p***y.

His face looked pained, like he was fighting the biggest war of his life.

“f**k… Serena,” he growled low. His voice was thick and rough.

I could see the front of his pants. His d**k was getting hard fast, pushing against the fabric, thick and big.

He couldn’t control it. It kept rising while he stared at my hot naked body.

I let out another fake cry, soft and needy. “Damon… it hurts… please…”

He shoved his gun away and rushed over. In one strong move he scooped me up from the floor.

His big arms went under my back and legs. My wet, naked body pressed tight against his suit.

My boobs squished hard into his wide chest, my hard n*****s rubbing against him through his shirt.

I could feel how warm and solid he was. His heart was pounding like crazy.

He carried me out of the bathroom and straight to my big bed.

When he laid me down, he didn’t step back right away.

His eyes were still glued to my boobs, my wet skin, my spread legs. His d**k was fully hard now, straining against his pants, right in front of me.

Thick and ready.

I couldn’t resist anymore.

He looked so hot and dangerous, his strong body over me, his d**k bulging like that. I wanted him so bad.

I sat up fast, grabbed his tie with both hands, and yanked him down. My lips crashed onto his hard and aggressive.

I kissed him deep, letting out a loud moan right into his mouth.

“Mmmph!” I sounded so needy, so hungry for him. My tongue pushed in, tasting him, wanting more.

Damon froze for half a second — then he couldn’t hold back either.

He growled deep in his throat and grabbed my tiny waist with his big hands.

He threw me back onto the bed hard. Before I could breathe, he was on top of me. His fingers slid down fast between my legs and pushed deep inside my wet p***y.

Two thick fingers plunged in hard.

“Ahhh!” I screamed loud, my back arching off the bed. It felt so good and so much at the same time.

My p***y clenched around his fingers as he started moving them fast and deep.

“f**k, you’re so wet,” he groaned against my neck, his voice raw.

His d**k pressed hard against my thigh through his pants while he fingered me harder.

He still couldn’t stop staring at my boobs bouncing with every thrust of his hand.

I was lost. Twenty years old, completely naked under this older, dangerous man who was supposed to protect me.

And all I could do was moan and spread my legs wider, begging for more.

I screamed again as Damon’s thick fingers pumped deep inside my wet p***y. “Ahhh! Damon!”

My back arched hard off the bed. My boobs bounced with every fast thrust of his hand. I was so wet his fingers made loud, slippery sounds.

He curled them inside me, hitting that spot that made my legs shake.

“f**k, Serena,” he growled, his voice low and rough. His gray eyes were locked on my naked body.

He couldn’t stop staring at my boobs, my hard n*****s, my p***y taking his fingers.

His d**k was rock hard, pressing against my thigh through his pants, throbbing like it wanted to break free.

He was breathing heavy, his strong chest moving fast. I could feel how much he wanted me.

This thirty-five-year-old man who was supposed to protect me was losing control because of my twenty-year-old body.

I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer. “More,” I moaned loud. “Please, Damon… I need it.”

He pulled his fingers out for a second, making me whimper.

Then he pushed three fingers back in, stretching me wider. I cried out again, my p***y clenching tight around him.

“You’re so f*****g tight,” he said through gritted teeth. His thumb found my c**t and rubbed it hard in circles.

“So wet for me. You planned this, didn’t you? Slipping on purpose… showing me these perfect t**s… driving me crazy.”

I nodded fast, moaning. “Yes… I wanted you to see me. I wanted you to want me.”

His other hand moved up and grabbed one of my boobs roughly.

He squeezed it, pinching my n****e between his fingers. I gasped and pushed my chest into his hand. It felt so good it almost hurt.

Damon leaned down and sucked my other n****e into his mouth, hard.

His tongue flicked fast while his fingers kept f*****g my p***y.

I was losing my mind. Loud moans kept coming out of me. My hips bucked up, riding his hand.

He lifted his head, lips wet, eyes dark with hunger.

“You’re only twenty… and you’re making me lose my f*****g mind.

I’m supposed to protect you, not finger you like this on your bed.”

"Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice shaky. “I want you so bad, Damon.

I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.”

He groaned and kissed me hard again. His tongue pushed into my mouth while his fingers moved faster.

I could feel my orgasm building, hot and strong.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out completely.

I whined at the empty feeling.

He sat up quick, breathing hard, and started undoing his belt.

His d**k sprang free — thick, long, and rock hard, the head already shiny with pre-c*m. It looked huge.

My eyes went wide. I wanted it inside me so bad.

Damon grabbed my tiny waist again with both hands.

He flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing, then pulled my hips up so my ass was in the air.

My face pressed into the pillow, boobs squished against the sheets.

He rubbed the thick head of his d**k up and down my wet p***y lips.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “Tell me you want me to f**k you.”

“I want it,” I moaned loud, pushing my ass back against him. “f**k me, Damon. Please. I need your big d**k inside me.”

He didn’t wait anymore. He pushed the head in, stretching me open. Then with one hard thrust he buried half his length inside my tight p***y.

“Ahhhhh!” I screamed into the pillow. It felt so full, so deep. My walls clenched around him tight.

Damon groaned loud, his hands gripping my waist hard. “So f*****g tight… taking me so good, baby.”

He pulled back a little, then slammed in deeper. Soon he was f*****g me with long, hard strokes, his hips slapping against my ass. Every thrust made my boobs bounce underneath me.

I was moaning and screaming, completely lost in how good it felt.

His hand reached around and rubbed my c**t fast while he pounded me from behind.

“Come for me, Serena,” he growled. “Come on my d**k like the naughty girl you are.”

My body started shaking. The orgasm hit me hard. I screamed his name as I came, my p***y squeezing his thick d**k over and over.

Damon didn’t stop. He kept f*****g me through it, harder and faster, his own breathing getting rougher.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, voice strained. “Where do you want it?”

I pushed my ass back against him, still shaking. “Inside me… fill me up, Damon.”

With a deep groan he thrust one last time and came hard, pumping hot c*m deep inside my p***y. His d**k pulsed again and again as he filled me.

We both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy. His big body covered mine, still inside me. His lips pressed against my neck.

For a moment everything was quiet except our breathing.

Then reality hit me.

I just let my dad’s head of security — a man fifteen years older than me — f**k me raw in my own bed.

And I already wanted him again.