4. Surrendering to the Taboo

Anny’s bedroom was bathed in the pale blue glow of moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air was thick with the scent of her arousal, a musky, sweet perfume that clung to her skin. 

She lay on the bed, still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax, her thighs slick and glistening. Her fingers had only just abandoned her clit when she heard the door creak open. Her heart slammed against her ribs and she froze.

“Wh… What are you doing in my room at this hour?” Anny forced herself to speak, her voice a ragged whisper, stammering badly. 

Adriano stood silhouetted in the doorway, his broad frame blocking the faint light from the hallway. His dark eyes found hers instantly and she felt a fresh wave of heat surge through her core.

Anny had never been the type to feel shame about her desires. She had always owned her sexuality with a brazen confidence that left others flustered and she was no different now, even as she lay naked, exposed and dripping with the evidence of an orgasm she had reached while screaming the name of the man who now stood before her like a wolf that had just cornered its prey. 

Her nipples pebbled against the cool air and her breath hitched as she watched him step fully into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click that sounded like a lock to her sanity.

Adriano’s eyes darkened as he took a keen glance at her sprawled body, a feast laid out for his taking. “It’s tempting how you take my name, babygirl,” he said, his voice a husky whisper that slithered through the space between them. “Repeat it.”

Her pussy moistened all over again at the commanding sound of his voice. She could feel her own slickness trickling down her inner thigh and she squeezed her legs together instinctively, though the friction only made her ache more. 

He still stood near the door, looking at her with a determined gaze. His dark eyes told her exactly what he wanted to do next, she could read the raw hunger in their depths. And it was exactly what she wanted. But he was making her wait and she craved it, needing it like she needed air.

Anny’s hands relaxed a bit around her breasts, she had been covering them unconsciously and she let them fall to her sides, exposing her perky tits fully. The change in his posture was immediate: his jaw tightened and his nostrils flared as his gaze traced the curves of her chest. Her nipples were hard, dark pebbles begging for his mouth.

“Take my name, babygirl,” he whispered again, his voice dropping an octave lower. “The way you took it a few moments ago.”

His fingers curled into a fist at his side, as if he was trying to hold himself back, but she didn’t want him to hold back. She wanted him near her, inside her, kissing her, nibbling on her skin, touching her and then fucking her senseless. She needed him, all of him. If he needed her to take his name to lose control, then she was more than willing to give it. She wanted him to lose that control, to fuck her until she couldn’t remember her own name.

Anny looked into Adriano’s eyes and bit her lower lip sensually, deliberately pulling the flesh between her teeth to provoke him further. Then she called out his name, letting it fall from her lips like a prayer. “Adriano…”

He gulped hard, the motion visible in his throat and she noticed the prominent bulge in his trousers, a thick ridge straining against the fabric. Anny gulped as well, her mouth suddenly dry as she wondered how long and thick his member would be. 

She imagined it sliding past her lips, filling her throat and the thought made her pussy clench around nothing. She also wondered how it would feel in her mouth, heavy and hot, pulsing against her tongue. She felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach, but it was not nervousness; it was pure, unadulterated lust.

“Why is he still standing so far away?” she wanted to groan in frustration. “God! he is so fucking hot.” Her eyes roamed over his body, checking out every vein that popped on his forearms, the hard planes of his chest visible beneath his shirt, the way his thighs strained against his pants. She licked her lower lip, feeling it had dried from her rapid breathing. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to seduce him. He must want me.”

With a sudden surge of boldness, Anny moved down from the bed, the sheets pooling around her hips as she swung her legs to the floor. She stood right in front of him, her body mere inches from his, the heat of him washing over her. She could smell his cologne, a sharp, masculine scent that mingled with the musk of her own arousal. She looked up at him through her lashes, then slowly, deliberately, she sank to her knees on the carpet.

Her fingers reached for his belt buckle, working it open with practiced ease. She pulled his trousers down along with his boxers, just enough to free his cock, which sprang out eagerly, slapping against his lower belly. Anny gulped audibly. He was too long and thick. His shaft stood proud and rigid, the veins pulsing along its length, the head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum. She could feel her mouth watering at the sight.

Anny gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft, marveling at the weight of it. It was not even fully hard yet, but already it filled her palm. She stroked it a few times, her thumb tracing the ridge of the head, spreading the slick moisture. Then she leaned forward and took him in her mouth, her lips closing around the tip.

Adriano shivered, a low groan escaping his throat. She paused for a second, savoring the taste of him, salty and male, intoxicating. Then she continued her work, bobbing her head, taking him deeper inch by inch. She gave him a blowjob that was both tender and fierce, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She let him feel every inch of her attention, pleasuring both of them with the rhythmic motion of her mouth.

Adriano arched his back, his hands fisting at his sides. “Fuck, Anny! God!” he groaned, his voice strained.

She smirked around his cock and started sucking harder, increasing the pace. Her free hand moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten in her palm. She could taste his pre-cum growing thicker on her tongue and she knew he was close.

“Ohh… I’m close… Anny… Ahh… Fuckk…” he mumbled, his hips beginning to thrust involuntarily.

She went faster, her head bobbing like a piston, her tongue working circles around his sensitive head. She gave him a last, deep suck, taking him to the back of her throat and he arched his back with a guttural cry, cumming into her mouth in hot, thick spurts. She swallowed every drop, her throat working greedily and then she pulled back, letting him slip from her lips with a soft pop.

She stepped back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving his face. The look of raw satisfaction on his features made her core throb with need.

“Do you realize I’m married to your mother?” Adriano mumbled once he got his breath back, his voice hoarse and heavy with guilt or accusation, she couldn’t tell which.

Anny smirked, licking the last trace of his cum from her lips. “If I cared, I wouldn’t have sucked your dick, daddy. And I’m sure you didn’t love her either. If you had, then you wouldn’t have let me do so and come here at this hour.”