All Chapters of HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I climbed down from the bed adjusting my dress back as I made my way to the mirror.I wasn't going to let him control me. I know that if he opens that video he wouldn't want to be near me because he'd lose himself and fuck me. So this was my perfect opportunity to leave.I chuckled to myself as I adjusted my hair and makeup, before applying my lipstick again.Whether he likes it or not I'm going clubbing and he can't stop me.When I was sure that I didn’t look like someone who just got fucked shitless when I was only playing with myself, I gave myself a last glance before walking back to the bed.I took my heels and purse as I slowly walked to the door. Pushing the door open, I peeped outside looking left and right but there was nobody in the hallway.I quietly slipped out of my room, closing the door as quietly as possible. I took in a breath as I began tiptoeing downstairs.Just because I live under his roof he's now deciding what I can or cannot do. There must be something wrong wi

“Get off me Miss Ross," I growled, my hands clenching tightly at my sides, fighting the need to pull my cock and just sink it into her tight cunt.Instead of getting off me like I warned she started grinding her pussy on my cock.I was losing control, I was walking on eggshells.“Emily, fuck!" My hands shot out and held her waist, stopping her movements. But the temptress didn't stop, instead she grinded harder on me. My fingers dug into her hips fighting really hard with myself.“Emily, Emily, shit, shit,” my cock was so hard. I've never been this hard and desperate in a very long time.“If you don't fucking stop I'm going to fuck you in my car," I warned but that only felt like fuel to the fire as she pressed harder on my cock, moaning.That slutty sound only made things worse.“Fuck!" I cursed and I couldn't help it when I held her waist to help her grind her pussy on me.I knew I wouldn't be able to move from this place if I didn't get some form of relief. I was so turned on and

I woke with a groan, my head pounding like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. My mouth felt dry, as though I’d swallowed a mouthful of sand, and my stomach was a rebellious mess, twisting and churning with every slight movement.What the hell happened last night?The memories were fragmented at best—flashes of heat, desire, and the wild connection between us that had nearly consumed me. The night club, in his car. The memories were hazy.I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the soft light filtering through the curtains. My body felt like it was made of lead, every muscle aching as if I had run a marathon while intoxicated. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, trying to steady my breath. “What happened?”I was naked under the sheets, I could tell, but my head was aching and my mind was a mess. Why the hell couldn't I remember what happened or how I got in bed?"Ugh, I need to get up." I mumbled to myself, but the moment I tried to sit up, everything spun, and I fell back into t

I tried to grind my pussy on his cock but his hands stopped me.“Did you even hear what I said, you naughty girl?" He said with a chuckle and I moaned,How could I hear anything he said when I was close to cumming and he stopped.He suddenly lifted me from his lap and dropped me on his table and I moaned in frustration.“Listen to me…” he whispered, as his thumb ran on my lower lips and my breath hitched.“You want my cock right?" He asked as he held my jaw bringing his lips so close to mine that for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn't.“Yes, I want it," I whispered,“Good, then listen to me," he said and I nodded looking up at him.“Look at you, you look so desperate and horny," I bit my lips and he groaned. He wasn't lying, I was wet. Soaking wet.“What deal do you want us to make?" I finally asked and he chuckled,He leaned in, his breath warm against my lips but still refusing to close the gap. His teasing was cruel, addictive.“The kind of deal where you giv

His hands gripped my thighs, forcing them farther apart, spreading me wide on the desk like I was his personal feast. My breathing came in ragged gasps, my thighs trembling from the aftermath of the orgasm he just pulled from me like a master orchestrating a symphony of sin. “I’m not done with you,” he growled again, and this time his voice carried a darker edge, something primal. “I told you, baby girl… I’m going to ruin this sweet pussy with my tongue.” I didn’t have a second to brace myself before he dropped to his knees behind me, dragging his tongue slowly from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top. My body jerked, hips bucking against the desk, a moan ripped from my throat before I could even stop it. He chuckled, low and smug. “Still so sensitive. But you’re going to take it. Every lick, every flick, until you forget how to think.” His hands gripped my cheeks, spreading them apart as he buried his face between my legs. His tongue dove deep into me, slow at first, lan