All Chapters of Forbidden Little Pet: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Hallie was in the chair at 7:52.Drew’s spare-room office. Leather that still had his shape in it. Door open to the hall so the front entrance had a clean line of sight.She was naked.One ankle hooked on the arm. Fingers lazy between her legs because waiting had made her stupid. The valve was still a lie in the wall. The drop cloth was still in the hall. Thursday was tomorrow.The porch creaked at 8:00.Miles walked in without knocking.He stopped in the doorway and looked at her the way a man looks at a job he already knows he’ll do wrong on purpose.“That’s the chair.”Hallie didn’t close her knees. “That’s the chair.”Miles shut the front door. Locked it. Set his toolbox down like it mattered.Then he crossed the room, dropped to his knees on Drew’s office rug, and put his mouth on her.Hallie grabbed the back of the chair.Miles licked through yesterday and this morning, two fingers pushing in, sucking her clit like the pipes could wait forever. Hallie’s heel dug into his shoulde

Hallie called him on a Tuesday.Drew was at the office until six. The house was quiet. The valve had been perfect for four weeks, which was the problem. Perfection didn’t give her an excuse.Miles answered on the first ring.“Line acting up?”Hallie looked at the working faucet. “No.”A pause.Then his voice dropped. “Chair?”“Chair.”He was there in twenty minutes.Hallie opened the door in a dress this time. Nothing under it. Miles walked her backward into the spare room without kissing her first. The toolbox hit the floor for show. The chair was already turned toward the door.“Sit,” he said.Hallie sat, knees open.Miles went to his knees and put his mouth on her like a month had been an insult. He licked her open, two fingers in, sucking her clit until Hallie came with her fist in her own hair, shaking on her husband’s leather.Miles stood, opened his pants, and pulled her into his lap facing the hall.He shoved in.Hallie gasped.The stretch was familiar now. Worse for that. Mil

Thursday at nine, Tessa rang the front bell.She still had a key. Vivian wanted the bell anyway.The door opened on marble and morning light.Vivian stood there in a slip. Alec behind her in an open shirt.Tessa’s uniform was the same short lie as last time.Vivian didn’t let her in.“Knees,” she said. “On the rug. Before you cross the threshold.”Tessa knelt on the foyer rug with the door still open to the circular drive.A gardener’s truck sat at the far hedge.Tessa’s face burned.Vivian glanced that way, unbothered. “He can’t hear you if you keep it pretty. Confess.”Tessa’s voice came out thin. “I came here to get used. I put this uniform on knowing you’d take it off. I woke up wet thinking about your husband’s dick and your mouth.”Alec’s breath went rough.Vivian’s mouth curved.“Good. In. Shut the door.”Tessa crawled over the threshold because standing felt like the wrong language.The door shut.Alec locked it.Vivian pointed at his belt.“Take him out. Show me you remember

They found her on the sheets like Vivian asked.Tessa naked. Knees apart. Uniform a white puddle in the doorway.Vivian shut the door with her heel.Alec was already pulling his shirt off.“Don’t close your legs,” Vivian said.Tessa didn’t.They didn’t give her the guest room even as a joke.Vivian sat on Tessa’s face first, slip gone, and used her mouth with a hand in her hair while Alec pushed into her in one stroke. Tessa moaned into Vivian, pinned between them on a bed she was supposed to change, not wet. Alec fucked her deep and unhurried, the mattress whispering, Vivian grinding down until she came on Tessa’s tongue with a sharp sound she didn’t swallow.Then they switched without talking.Alec’s cock in Tessa’s mouth, slick from her. Vivian’s fingers in Tessa’s pussy, then her mouth, sucking her clit until Tessa came shaking, muffled around Alec. He pulled out of her throat and shoved back into her cunt and came on a groan, flooding her, holding her hips down so it stayed.They

The last dance ended at 12:07.Nathan was already sloppy, jacket gone, cousins pulling him toward a private bar off the ballroom. He kissed Gia too wet and said, “Ten minutes, Mrs. Me. Don’t fall asleep in the dress.”Gia took the elevator alone.The veil was still in her hair because Reid had asked for it.The suite lock turned before she could sit.Reid came in like he had timed the song.Gia hadn’t taken the dress off.She had pulled it to her waist.No thong. Veil on. His mess from before the photo still a faint slick on her thigh.Reid stopped and looked at her like the reception had been an obstacle.“On the bed.”Gia sat.Reid locked the inner latch this time.Then he was on her.The dress never came all the way off. He shoved the satin up, opened his slacks, and pushed into her in one stroke that made her grab the veil and his shirt at the same time.Gia cried out into his mouth.She was still open from the first time. He still felt too thick. Reid fucked her into the wedding-