All Chapters of DIARY OF A FORBIDDEN LOVE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 1 Isabelle’s POV“Mom, are you serious right now? The back is completely packed with all our bags. Where the hell am I supposed to sit for six whole hours straight?” I asked, standing barefoot on the driveway in my thin white sundress. The fabric was light and clingy from the vacation heat, barely covering my thighs, and I had nothing on underneath except a pair of plain white panties that were already feeling a little warm against my skin.My mother slammed the trunk shut one last time and brushed her hair back, laughing like it was the simplest thing in the world. “Oh come on Isabelle, stop making a big deal out of it. Just sit on Victor’s lap. He’s your stepdad, it’s not like it’s weird or anything. We have to get going before it gets too dark out here. All that luggage took up every single inch of the back seat.”Victor stood right there by the open car door, six foot two and built solid at forty-two, his t-shirt stretched across his chest from all the packing. His ey

Chapter 3 Isabelle’s POVThe orgasm hit me like a wave I couldn’t hold back anymore. Victor’s fingers curled deep inside my pussy one more time and my whole body locked up tight on his lap. I came hard and silent, shaking uncontrollably as my walls squeezed and pulsed around his thick fingers over and over again. My juices flooded out, soaking his hand completely and dripping down my thighs onto his shorts. I ground my ass down on him desperately, chasing every last bit of that pleasure while biting hard into my arm to stop any moan from escaping. My legs trembled so bad I thought I might slide right off him. My heart pounded loud in my ears and my nipples felt rock hard rubbing against the thin sundress.Mom kept right on talking from the front seat, completely lost in her own world. “I think I’ll add some garlic bread with the pasta tonight. We have that frozen loaf in the freezer. Victor, what do you think, should I make a salad too or just keep it simple after this long dr

Chapter 5 Isabelle’s POVMom stood there in the hallway looking at us with that curious smile on her face while I tried to keep my legs from shaking. My cheeks still burned hot and I could taste Victor on my tongue no matter how many times I swallowed. Victor stood right beside me, his hand brushing secretly against my ass under my sundress like he couldn’t stop touching me even now.“Yeah everything is fine Mom,” I said, forcing my voice to sound normal even though it came out a little rough. “We were just grabbing some stuff from the side door. The drive made me stiff, that's all.”Mom nodded but her eyes lingered on us for a second longer than usual. “You both look really red in the face. Make sure you drink that lemonade I poured. It’s nice and cold. Come on into the kitchen, the pasta is almost done boiling.”Victor cleared his throat and gave her a quick smile. “Thanks honey we’ll be right there. Isabelle, why don’t you help me unpack the rest of the bags from the car fir

Chapter 1 Daniel’s POVI stepped into my best friend’s house, the door clicking shut behind me with a soft echo that made the empty place feel bigger than it was. Mike had said his dad would be around but the whole house felt quiet at first, just the low hum of the AC and my backpack sliding off my shoulder onto the floor. Weekend crash at his place sounded perfect, no parents breathing down my neck, just some games and junk food. I kicked off my shoes and started down the hallway when I heard it.A deep, heavy groan. Low and rough, like someone straining through something intense. It came from the bathroom at the end of the hall. My steps slowed. Curiosity prickled up my spine. What the hell was that? I thought maybe Johnson was lifting weights or something, but it didn’t sound like exercise. It sounded… personal.I crept closer, heart already picking up speed. The bathroom door sat slightly ajar, steam slipping out in lazy curls. Another groan rolled out, deeper this time, f

Chapter 3 Daniel’s POV“You don’t have to lie to me, kid. I can prove you’re curious…”Johnson’s voice came out low and thick as he leaned in even closer on the couch, his breath hot against my ear. That last word hung between us while his naked body stayed pressed near mine, his heavy cock resting thick against his thigh, now fully hard again and leaking at the tip. My heart slammed so hard I could feel it in my throat. I wanted to tell him no, to push him back and remind him I liked pussy, but my mouth stayed dry and my eyes kept dropping to that fat veiny dick.Before I could get any words out he reached over and took my hand gently. His grip was warm and steady, not rough. He guided it straight down until my fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. The heat hit me first, burning hot and solid, the thickness making my palm stretch wide. It pulsed under my touch, hard as steel but the skin so smooth and silky.“You feel that,” Johnson murmured, his eyes locked on mine the