Semua Bab FORBIDDEN LUSTS (Erotica collection): Bab 281 - Bab 290

The bass in Club Eclipse hit like a drug, low and throbbing, crawling up through the soles of my heels and into my bones. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, spilled liquor, and pure lust. Purple and crimson lights pulsed across the writhing crowd, catching on glittered skin and short hemlines. It was my twenty-first birthday, and I’d promised myself one night of zero rules. No good-girl Lila. No overthinking. Just feeling.I was already buzzing from three strong tequila sunrises when I felt him watching me.He wasn’t on the dance floor like everyone else. He stood at the far end of the bar, tall and broad, dominating the space without even trying. Black button-down stretched tight across powerful shoulders, sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, veined forearms covered in dark tattoos. His jaw was cut sharp, shadowed with stubble, and those eyes—dark, intense, almost black under the strobing lights—were locked on me like prey.My skin prickled. My nipples hardened instantly against th

He growled and slammed into me, skin slapping skin, wet and filthy. Sweat slicked our bodies. The smell of sex—musky, salty, primal—filled the air. He leaned down and bit my neck, sucking a mark there while his cock wrecked me.I came again, screaming his name (I didn’t even know it yet), my pussy spasming violently around his thick shaft. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he fucked me through it even rougher, chasing my pleasure like it belonged to him.He pulled out suddenly, flipping me onto my stomach and yanking my hips up so my ass was in the air. He slapped my ass hard—once, twice—leaving burning handprints. Then he drove back in, deeper from this angle, hitting spots that made me see stars.His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back as he railed me. “Scream for me, birthday girl. Let the whole fucking club hear how much you love this big cock destroying your tight pussy.”I did. I screamed until my throat was raw, crying tears of overwhelming pleasure while he pounded me me

I moaned softly, my head falling back. His fingers rubbed slow, firm circles over my clit through the fabric, making my knees buckle. “Marcus… please…”“Please what?” He pushed two thick fingers under the waistband of my shorts and panties, sliding them through my slippery folds. “Please stop? Or please finger this greedy cunt until you cum on my hand like you did on my face at the club?”I gasped as he plunged two fingers deep inside me without warning. The stretch was immediate, delicious. My walls clenched around him, still slightly sore from the other night but aching for more. He pumped them slowly, curling, stroking that spot that made my toes curl.“Oh fuck—” I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. The wet sounds of his fingers working in and out of my dripping pussy filled the kitchen. He added a third finger, stretching me wider, and I cried out, grinding down on his hand.“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough. “Ride my fingers, birthday girl. Show me how bad you need this

The house had become a minefield of stolen glances and barely contained hunger. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant hum of the refrigerator, felt like a warning. Mom was off for the next two days—her rare stretch of real time off—and she was determined to make it “cozy family time.” She had no idea she’d invited the wolf right into our den.I spent the morning pretending to study in my room, earbuds in but music off, listening to the low rumble of Marcus’s voice downstairs as he helped Mom with some yard work. Every time I heard his laugh, deep and rough, my thighs clenched. I was still sore from the kitchen counter last night...deliciously bruised inside, my pussy tender but already aching for more. I kept replaying the way his thick cock had stretched me open, the filthy wet sounds echoing in the kitchen, his cum dripping down my legs as I tried to act normal when Mom got home.By afternoon, the tension was unbearable. I was dripping again, just from the memory. My panties

The position let him hit even deeper. My ass slapped against his thighs with every drop. He reached around and rubbed my clit in rough circles, his other hand coming up to pinch and tug my nipples. Sweat slicked our skin. The chair creaked rhythmically. I rode him harder, grinding, swirling my hips so his thick shaft rubbed every sensitive spot.“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured hot against my ear, biting my shoulder. “Bouncing on this big cock like you were born for it. Your mom has no idea her little girl is such a cock-hungry slut.”The dirty talk sent me spiraling. I came again, pussy fluttering and squeezing around him, juices squirting down his balls onto the chair. My legs shook violently, but he didn’t let me stop. He thrust up from below, taking control, fucking me through the orgasm until I was crying out too loudly.We froze at a sound upstairs—water running, Mom moving around the bathroom.Marcus clamped a hand over my mouth, still buried deep inside me. “Shhh. Don’t you da