Forbidden Seduction [ Forbidden Obsession]

I take a shaky breath, try to find my words through the haze. “It’s too

much.”

“Do you like having my fingers deep inside you? Making you come?” My pussy contracts around his hand and he laughs softy. “It feels like you do.” He pushes his fingers all the way in, and I feel deliciously stretched. He moves them back and forth, and my body shudders, unused to the sensations coming from inside me. He pulls his hand out, using fingers to coat the edge of my pussy with my own juices. I’m about to ask him why, but I don’t have the chance. He pushes into me again, and there are four. He has four fingers inside me.

My breath comes in huffs, the air clouding in front of me. His fingers are still inside, letting me adjust. His hand tightens on my wrists, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of being held here, impaled on his hand. I know that if I ask, he’ll stop. I don’t want to stop. He slides out a little and I moan. This feels so different from his cock, full in an entirely different way. He’s moving so slowly. It’s at once agonizing and amazing.

Sliding back in sets my whole body on fire. Trevor was right, I’m not even remotely cold anymore. He starts a slow rhythm with his fingers, and my head falls back. I hear myself saying yes, over and over. I hadn’t even realized I was doing that. His fingers move faster and it feels like I’m already coming, my entire body filled with pleasure. But he doesn’t stop, and I’m not sure I can take any more. He fucks me, and the knowledge of just how much of his hand is in me, how much of him I’m taking sends me to the edge.

I’m still telling him yes, and suddenly everything changes. He twists his hand, and my entire world goes white. I scream, I know I do. I can hear it somewhere through the bliss I’m floating in. My orgasm doesn’t come just once. He continues to fuck me and I come twice, splashing over his hand and running down my legs. I don’t know that I have a body anymore. Everything is pleasure and I never want it to end.

I think my eyes are closed. Why are they closed? I open them and see snow. I come back to myself in pieces. I’m in the tree fort, with Trevor. He has his hand inside me. I had the best orgasm of my life. I can feel my clothes are back in place, underwear soaking wet. I’m lying in Trevor’s lap, and he’s looking at me with a kind of awe. “I would have carried you inside,” he says, “but we promised Brad we wouldn’t fall, and I didn’t think I could guarantee your safety down the ladder.”

“That’s sweet of you,” I say, still dazed, still not quite present.

He runs a hand through my hair. “You, Stella, are fucking perfect.”

“I’m not.”

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I blush, look away. He runs his hand through my hair again. I don’t want to admit how nice those words are to hear, how they fill a space in me I didn’t really know was empty. I wasn’t looking for this kind of feeling. But I know one thing-I can make him feel just as good.

“I bet I can make you scream just as loud,” I say.

“Later,” he says. He sees my face fall, and smiles at me. “If you think I don’t want to, you’re crazy. But if you think I didn’t enjoy the hell out of what just happened, you’re crazier.” Slowly, he helps me to my feet.

My legs still feel like jelly, and I have a sense they might for a while. Not all of it entirely from the orgasms.

10

Saturday comes, and I turn the tables on Trevor. I wake up before him, and I see the opportunity for payback. He’s woken up before me every morning, and it’s my turn.

Moving slowly, I crawl under the blankets covering the two of us. Even in the dark, it’s not hard to find his cock, already hard with his morning erection. I take him in my hand, stroking softly, and I feel his body stir. He’s not awake yet, but he will be. Placing my lips on the tip of his cock, I suck him in slowly. I feel it as he comes awake, his cock already deep in my mouth. He pushes the blankets off, staring at me. I choose that moment to pull back, running my teeth along his length, and I’m treated to a sleepy moan.

I take my time with him, teasing him with my tongue. I make a point of covering every bit of him with my tongue-down to the very base of his cock-before sucking him down again. His breath comes in short little gasps, and I feel his muscles tense. With a sigh, he comes in my mouth, shuddering, still half-awake.

But two can play at his game. I haven’t forgotten the tree house, and I don’t waste any time licking him back to hardness. He bragged about his stamina, and I’m going to take advantage of it. This time there is no teasing. I seal my mouth on him and take him as far as I can go, holding my breath, pressing down and working him into my throat. Trevor is cursing, and I see his fingers grasping at the sheets. I drag my mouth back, taking a breath before taking him again. I swallow him, tightening and releasing. I flick my tongue along the underside of him, and he stiffens.

When he comes again, he’s looking right at me. I open my mouth to him, letting him come, showing it to him before I swallow it all.