Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devils Temptation; Erotic Short Stories : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“I didn’t know anyone would be up here,” the guy finally croaks out. “Clearly,” I laugh. “You one of the dancers here for the bachelorette party?” He hangs his head. “I don’t think you could call what I just did dancing. But yeah, that’s why I’m here.” It sounds like if I could see him, he’d have a sheepish grin on his face. “This your first time?” I ask. He laughs. “Doing…whatever I just did? Yes. And it’s my last,” he says. Seeming to relax a bit, he says, “So, why are you up here? Not into halfnaked guys prancing about?” “Something like that,” I say. “Too bad,” he says. Than his voice deepens. “From what I can see, I might have been a lot more inspired if you’d been down there.” My lips tilt up. “Well done.” He dips his head. “Thank you.” “Speaking of which.” I lean over and turn on the bedside lamp, which is so dim it’s barely a step up from the darkness we’d been in. But when I turn back, my mouth goes dry. Holy mother of all things good and right in the world. This man i

Eyes darkening even more than before, he descends. “Fucking redheads,” he murmurs, then laps my pussy. Desire surges inside of me, and I tilt my hips up as his tongue swirls up to my clit and around, giving me the pressure I need. “Good boy,” I moan, shoving my hand into his silky hair and grabbing on. “Such a good boy.” He hums against my center and intensifies his efforts. In this moment, I can’t remember if anyone’s mouth has ever been this good. I don’t think so. Certainly no one has told me I needed them to eat my pussy. But now he has, and I don’t know if it was his mouth or his eyes or what, but it’s as though something in my very soul recognizes something in his, and is stretching to reach it. Gabriel thrusts a finger inside, then two. “You taste so good, Kayla,” he says. “So fucking good. I want more of you. So much more. Give in to me.” “Take it,” I say, writhing beneath him. “Please.” I’m desperate to give him what he wants and I never want the pleasure of his mouth to

I come to consciousness slowly, feeling the kind of ache in my body that only comes with sex. Gabriel sleeps beside me, his hand on my leg as though it has every right to be there. He looks peaceful, his thick hair going in all directions. He sports a thicker scruff on his face than I’d felt last night. I smile. He’s truly amazing. In between what felt like marathon rounds of sex, we’d talked and gotten to know a little more about each other, and there’s an odd feeling inside me that takes a moment to pinpoint: hope. Is it crazy to feel hopeful about a man I just met? About a man who is closer to my daughter’s age than mine and who is just starting out in life? Maybe. But I’ve spent decades doing things for other people, and for the first time in my life, I’m finally in a place where the only person I need to worry about—to take care of—is me. Gabriel stirs, breathing in deep as he opens his beautiful maple eyes. He smiles. “Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he

Note this a taboo/Forbidden RomanceI have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement. I have another confession to make. I’m currently crouched and hiding under his bed. The very one that he’s occupying. It’s getting late now, almost two in the morning. It’s been raining outside for nearly an hour. Every time I think he’s asleep, he shifts and mutters something in his sleep. I’m terrified of being caught like this. Also, I kind of don’t want to leave. Because a few minutes ago, he said my name. He said ‘Layla’ out loud in his sleep, and I would die to hear it just one more time. It sounded so exotic coming from his throat. Two syllables. Lay. La.My core clenches as I replay it over and over again in my mind.

Layla POV My body bristles with anger even as the rain pours down on me. I don’t bother to walk faster. I don’t bother to cover myself. I imagine that the rain is cleansing my sins. That it’s erasing my lust and shame. It all seems a little childish now. Everything I did, it was only because I thought that my feelings would be reciprocated. I never imagined that I would be the only one wanting this. I threw myself at the man, and confessed to everything, but still, he didn’t want me. It was almost like he didn’t want anything to do with me. If that was the case, why did he kiss me first?“Layla, you haven’t touched your food,” says my Mom. It’s a perfect Sunday morning. The sun is shining bright, and there’s not a single trace of the storm from last night. It’s almost like it never even happened. I look down at the heap of chocolate-chip pancakes on my plate. They’re my favorite, but I have no appetite today. “I don’t know. I’m not hungry,” I say, looking up at my Mom, who’s seate