Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 39: A Recording of a Black Mail (R-18)

Chapter 39: A Recording of a Black Mail (R-18)

Sara shifted on me, sliding to the edge of the bed and planting her feet on the floor, her legs spreading wide in front of the cracked mirror propped against the wall. Her stockings still hugged her thighs, the black fabric stretched tight over her skin, and she’d slipped her black lace panties back on, the thin material clinging to her hips.

She leaned back, her bare back pressing into my chest as I sat behind her, my legs splayed around hers.

The room felt smaller now, the air sticky and warm, the dim lights casting a faint glow that bounced off the mirror, framing us in its reflection.

"Hand inside... my panties," she commanded, her voice firm, a smirk tugging at her lips as she tilted her head back against my shoulder. Her eyes flicked to the mirror, watching, waiting.

I swallowed hard, my pulse kicking up as I slid my hand down, slipping it under the lace from behind, my fingers brushing her skin before finding her hole—still wet, still warm from before.

I pushed in slow, fingering her, the slick heat coating my hand as I moved.

"Ahh... yeah... like that..." she said, her voice softening into a moan, her hips twitching slightly against me, her reflection showing every shift of her body.

"Now place the other hand on my chest," she said, her tone sharp again, guiding me like I was hers to direct. I pulled my other hand up, sliding it around her side to grab her boobs—big, soft, spilling into my grip as I groped them, massaging slow and firm.

They felt heavy in my hands, her nipples hardening under my palms as I squeezed, the sensation grounding me even as my head spun.

"Ahh... yeahh... now kiss me," she said, her voice hitching with a slight moan as she tilted her face up, her lips parting, her eyes locking on mine in the mirror.

I leaned down and kissed her—hard, deep, our lips mingling, her tongue flicking against mine.

She grabbed her phone then, flipping it on with a quick swipe, the screen glowing as she angled it to catch our reflection—my hand buried in her panties, the other groping her boobs, our mouths locked in a messy tangle.

"Ahh, yeahhh... keep at it... faster, Ezra..." she said, breaking the kiss with a gasp, her breath hot against my lips as she kept recording, her hand steady despite the way her body rocked.

I picked up the pace, my fingers moving quicker inside her, sliding along her labia, wet and slick, my other hand tugging at her boobs, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her hips bucked, chasing the sensation, her panties stretching under my wrist as I worked her.

"Ahhh, yeahhh... just like that... more... so good... Ezra... I love it so much... ahh..." she moaned, her voice breaking into wild, crazy cries, her head resting heavier on my chest, her dark hair sticking to my skin.

She was leaking bad down there—dripping, soaking my hand, the wet sound mixing with her gasps as I smooched her neck like she’d told me to before she hit record.

My lips pressed hard against her pulse, sucking at the soft skin, tasting the salt of her sweat as she shivered under me.

I pulled her nipples harder, twisting just enough, and shoved my fingers deeper inside her, curling them against her walls.

"Ahhh... ahhhh... yeah... fuck..." she said, her moans pitching up, her face flushed red in the mirror, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned into me, her body trembling.

The phone wobbled slightly in her grip, still capturing it all—her leaking pussy, my hands on her, the way she moaned against my chest, lost in it, her reflection a raw, unfiltered mess of pleasure.

Her legs started trembling under me, her insides clenching tight around my fingers as I worked her, the slick heat pulsing hard against my hand.

"Ahhh... yeahh... ahhh... I’m cumming again..." Sara moaned, her voice breaking into wild, desperate cries, her head lolling back against my chest.

Her dark hair stuck to my skin, her stockings quaking as she rode the edge, her phone still clutched in her hand, recording every shuddering second in the mirror’s grimy frame—my fingers buried in her panties, her boobs bouncing in my grip, our tangled mess laid bare.

"Ahh, fuck!" she gasped, her legs snapping shut sudden and hard, trapping my hand between her thighs as she shuddered, her whole body convulsing as she came again.

Her orgasm hit wet and fast, soaking my fingers, her hips jerking against me, her boobs pressing into my arm as she shook—wild, uncontrollable, her breath hitching loud.

"Ahh... huhh... ahhh..." she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut, her face flushed red as she slumped heavier onto my chest, her hand trembling as she fumbled to stop the recording, the phone slipping slightly as her arms gave out.

"Ahh... huff*..." I sighed, my own breath ragged, my hands aching—cramping from the relentless pace—as I pulled them back slow, flexing my fingers to shake off the strain.

My chest heaved, sweat dripping down my neck, the room’s sticky air pressing in as I leaned back against the headboard, tired as hell.

Sara shifted off me, reaching for a water bottle on the side table, gulping it down fast, the plastic crinkling loud in the quiet. She stood up after a moment, stretching her arms, her naked body glowing faintly in the dim light as she started humming some random tune, carefree and smug.

I dragged myself off the bed, grabbing my clothes from the floor—t-shirt, track pants, underwear—and dressed quick, my movements sluggish, my mind a fog.

I sat into a chair by the wall, staring down at the floor, my hands resting limp on my thighs as

Sara pulled her outfit back together—denim skirt, bralet, jacket—like she hadn’t just turned my night into a damn nightmare. She kept humming, her voice light and bouncy, like she’d had the time of her life, and I let out a long *sighhhh*, the weight of it all sinking deeper.

"Well then, I’ll take my leave, baby," she said, stepping close, her boots clicking soft as she loomed over me, her smile sharp and bright as she looked down. Her hair fell over one shoulder, her eyes glinting with that smug edge, waiting for me to react.

I didn’t say shit—just waved a hand lazily, not even glancing up, my arm heavy as I flicked it toward the door. Get out, whatever, I didn’t care anymore.

"You know how to fuck a woman, hope you know... how to keep secrets as well," she said, her tone shifting sudden—serious, cold, her eyes darkening as she leaned in a fraction, her voice dropping low.

The playfulness was gone, replaced by something harder, a warning wrapped in her stare.

"And what if I don’t?" I said, testing her, lifting my head slow to meet her gaze, my voice flat but edged with a spark of defiance, just to see how far she’d push. "What if I go and tell about your *sweet* character to Daniel?"

Her smile faltered for a beat, then—*pfft*—she burst out laughing, loud and wild, clutching her stomach like I’d told the best joke ever.

"You idiot," she said, catching her breath, her grin twisting back into place. "Yes, I do love him for sure—Daniel’s my guy. But even if the marriage doesn’t work out, then what? I get a hundred DMs a day—*Snap*—" She snapped them sharp, the sound cutting the air.

"...and get another one just like that." She shrugged, casual as hell, then crouched down on her heels, leveling her face with mine, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"But..." she said, her eyes locking onto mine, "you...will lose Aeri forever....don’t you love her?"

My heartbeat stopped—flatlined—my eyes widening as her words hit like a gut punch, the air sucking out of the room. It was like the earth froze, time grinding to a halt, her whisper hanging heavy between us. Her face was close, too close, her breath brushing my lips, her dark eyes boring into me, unblinking, and I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, the truth of it crashing down hard.