All Chapters of Forbidden Cravings (Short Sweet Novel): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I stayed on my knees with his cock in my mouth until he got hard again. Didn’t take long. He was already leaking by the time I had him fully stiff. I kept my hands behind my back like he seemed to prefer and just worked my tongue and throat. He let me suck for a while, quiet, one hand resting on my head. Then he stood up without warning and pulled me with him by the hair. Not hard enough to rip anything, just enough to make me scramble to my feet. “Bed. On your back. Legs open.” I climbed on. Sheets were already stained from earlier. He stripped this time—jacket, shirt, trousers, everything—until he was naked too. Body solid, cock standing out thick and wet from my mouth. He climbed between my legs and pushed in without any more prep. I was still open and slick from the last two loads. The stretch hit deep anyway. He didn’t start slow. Just fucked me hard right from the first thrust, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. The other stayed on my throat again, pressure s

I stayed on my knees licking him soft for a long time. My tongue moved slow over his cock, under his balls, the crease of his thighs. Every now and then he’d shift or rest his hand on the back of my head, guiding me without words. My jaw was sore. My hole still felt open and loose, cum leaking out of me in slow drips onto the sheets between my knees. My own cock stayed half-hard against my stomach the whole time, even after coming earlier. It ached in a dull, constant way. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me work. The suite was quiet except for the wet sound of my tongue and the low hum of the city outside the windows. At some point he reached down and ran his fingers through my hair, almost gentle, then tightened his grip and pulled my face tighter against him. “Harder,” he said. “Use your tongue more.” I did. Pressed flatter, licked slower, took his soft cock into my mouth and sucked gently until he started to thicken again under my tongue. It didn’t take long. He was

I never thought I’d be this nervous at my own house. It was a scorching Saturday afternoon. The air shimmered above the pool tiles. My brother Jake had invited his three closest friends over for a pool party, and I’d spent the last hour pretending I wasn’t dying inside from a mix of excitement and nerves. I’d always been the shy type, and I’d carried massive, secret, filthy, can’t-look-them-in-the-eye crushes on all three of them for years. There was Ryan—tall, 6’3”, broad shoulders, messy dark hair that always looked like someone had just run their fingers through it. God, his abs were ridiculous, carved from years of swimming and gym sessions. Then Tyler—lean and tattooed, sharp cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and a smirk that made my heart skip. And Marcus, the quiet one. Dark skin, massive arms, deep voice, and a thick, powerful build that made him look like he could toss me around without breaking a sweat. They were already shirtless, laughing and messing around near the gri

Sunlight cut through the half-open blinds in thin stripes across the bedroom carpet. I lay there longer than I should have, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet. The other side of the bed was already cold. He always got up first now. Used to be he’d stay, hand on my hip, mouth against the back of my neck. That had stopped months ago without either of us ever naming it. I sat up slowly. My body felt heavy in that particular way that comes after bad sleep. Forty-one and still waking up hoping the man next to me might reach for me. Pathetic. I pushed the covers off and stood. The hardwood was cool under my feet. In the bathroom mirror I looked tired. Not old exactly, but worn. I brushed my teeth, pulled my dark hair into a loose knot, and put on the same silk robe I’d been living in for the past week. Downstairs the coffee machine was already running. He stood at the counter in his work clothes, scrolling his phone, back to me. The kitchen smelled like grounds and the lemon

I found him by accident. Scrolling through that anonymous site at two in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and my body was restless. Just one of those nights where the heat in the apartment felt like it was sitting on my skin. I was clicking through profiles, half-bored, half-horny, when the username popped up—something generic, numbers and letters, nothing special. But the first photo stopped me cold. It was his chest. Same mole just under the left nipple. Same faint scar from when he wiped out on his bike when we were kids. I zoomed in so hard the pixels almost broke. My stomach dropped and my cunt clenched at the same time. I knew that body. I swiped. Full frontal. Cock hanging heavy, thick even soft, the head a little darker than the shaft. Balls full. That trail of hair leading down from his navel exactly the way I remembered from the summer he turned eighteen and started walking around the house in just shorts. Only now there was nothing covering him. He was hard in