All Chapters of Fucked Into Forever [Forbidden Collection]: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Morning light cut through the penthouse blinds like a knife. Rhonda stirred first, stretching against Jordan’s side in nothing but the black lace from last night, now twisted around her waist. Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers brushing the waistband of his boxers. “Morning, husband,” she said, voice sleepy and warm. She kissed his collarbone, then lower, lips soft on his chest. “Last night was… nice. But I want more today. I want you.” Jordan’s pulse kicked up. He rolled her under him, kissed her deep and slow, tongues lazy like they had all the time in the world. She tasted like toothpaste and last night’s wine. His hand moved between her legs; she was already slick. He rubbed her clit in firm circles until her hips bucked and she gasped his name like it mattered. “Inside me,” she whispered, reaching for his cock. “Please. I need to feel you.” He pushed in slow, inch by inch, watching her face the whole time—eyes fluttering, mouth open, a tiny frown of concentratio

Rhonda set the cabin without asking. “Just us, three days, no phones if we can swing it,” she said Friday morning, already packing. Jordan nodded, kissed her cheek, and felt the trap close tighter. Alex texted while he was loading the car: You disappear with her and I swear I’ll drive up there and drag you out of bed myself.Of course Alex knew what she was up to.But how can he stop this?Jordan turned his phone off.The drive up the mountain was quiet. Rhonda’s hand rested on his thigh the whole way, thumb stroking lazy circles that crept higher every few miles. By the time they pulled up to the log cabin she was practically vibrating. Inside, she didn’t even let him set the bags down—she pushed him against the door, dropped to her knees, and had his cock in her mouth before he could speak.She was getting better, bolder. Took him deep, gagged a little on purpose, looked up with watery eyes while her hand worked the base.Jordan threaded his fingers in her hair and fucked her th

Months later. Monday dragged like sandpaper. Rhonda met him at the door when he got home from the office, still in her work blouse but no skirt, just panties. She didn’t say hello—she backed him against the wall, unzipped him, and stroked him hard while kissing his neck.“I’ve been wet thinking about you all day,” she said, voice low. “Conference call was torture. I kept imagining your hands instead of my notes.”Jordan lifted her, pinned her to the wall, and slid in easy—she was dripping. He fucked her standing up, quick and deep, her legs locked around him, heels digging into his back. Every thrust knocked a framed photo crooked. She came fast, clenching, moaning his name into his mouth like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. He followed, spilling inside her while she whispered, “I’m so fucking in love with you it scares me.”He carried her to the couch after, still inside her, softening slow. She stayed draped over him, fingers tracing his lips. “The contract ends in two months.

Emma adjusted the strap of her backpack for the third time that morning, the canvas digging into her shoulder like it always did when she was already stressed. Eighteen, senior year, and the hallways of Ridgeview Prep still felt like a minefield. She was five-foot-six but carried a size 18 frame—soft hips that swayed when she walked fast, full breasts that made button-up shirts a constant battle, and thighs that rubbed together in her jeans. Most days she didn’t give a damn what anyone thought, but today the cheer squad was doing their usual lap of the corridor, laughing too loud, hips swinging like they owned the place.“Watch it, tubby,” Madison sneered as she shoulder-checked Emma hard enough to make her stumble into the lockers. Madison’s perfect size-two body bounced back like nothing happened, blonde ponytail flipping. Her two clones, Riley and Brooke, giggled right on cue.Emma’s face burned, but she kept her mouth shut. She’d learned that much. Sarah appeared out of nowher

Emma stood outside 229 Oak Hill Lane at 9:17 p.m., the bass from inside thumping through her ribs. The house was ridiculous—three stories of glass and stone, lights pulsing pink and purple like some Instagram influencer’s wet dream. She’d worn a simple black dress that hugged her curves, no bra, no panties exactly like he’d ordered, and the night air kept brushing between her legs, reminding her how insane this was.Sarah had texted three times already: WHERE ARE YOU?? I’m at the movies alone like a loser. Emma lied and said she had cramps. Guilt sat heavy in her stomach, but the second she pictured Blake’s hands, the guilt got shoved down by something hotter.She slipped in through the side gate instead of the front door. The backyard was packed—red Solo cups everywhere, cheerleaders grinding on the football team, Madison holding court on the patio in a tiny white skirt that barely covered her ass. Blake was right there next to her, arm loose around her waist, laughing at somethi