Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 60: Riding my Dick ll (R-18)

Chapter 60: Riding my Dick ll (R-18)

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the chandelier hanging above us, its light bouncing off the crystals and scattering little sparkles across the walls. Sara’s luxury pink bed was like something out of a dream—so plush and soft that we sank into it, the satin sheets cool against my skin. The whole place screamed money: the massive fish tank in the middle of the hall, stretching long and wide with colorful fish gliding silently through the water, watching us like they knew something I didn’t.

The air smelled faintly of her lavender perfume, mixed with the heat of our bodies.

Sara was on top of me, her hips rocking back and forth, riding me with a rhythm that had me losing my mind. "Ahh... ahhh... yeahhh... so good... ahh..." she moaned, her voice breathy and raw, filling the space between us.

Her hands pressed hard against my chest, fingers digging into my skin, and her boobs bounced with every move she made, catching the light just right. I couldn’t keep my hands off her ass, my fingers gripped her hips tight, guiding her as she moved.

"Arghh..." I groaned, the pleasure building up inside me, making my head spin. The bed creaked under us, but it was so soft it swallowed half our weight, like we were melting into it.

Then, out of nowhere, she slowed down just enough to look me in the eyes, her dark hair falling messy over her face. "Ezra..." she said, her voice still shaky from the moans, "do you enjoy sex with other women even after knowing you love Aeri?"

I didn’t answer right away—just groaned louder, "Arghh... ahh..."—trying to focus on the feeling of her instead of her words. Her hips slammed down harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room, wet and messy. She wasn’t letting it go, though. Her hands slid up from my chest, grabbing the red belt that’d been locked around my neck. She yanked it toward her, looping it around my neck in one quick move, pulling me up closer to her face.

Slap. Her hand cracked across my cheek, sharp and stinging. "Answer me, bitch... ahh... answer, I said... ahh..." she demanded, her voice a mix of moans and anger, her hips never stopping their relentless pace.

I gritted my teeth, the sting on my face blending with the tightness building in my cock. "Stop asking stupid questions... arghh..." I managed to get out, my voice rough and strained.

The pleasure was overwhelming now, pushing me to the edge, and I didn’t want to think about Aeri or anything else—just her, right here, right now.

Her eyes flared with something wild. "Ahh... the fuck did you just say? Huh!?" She leaned forward fast, her lips crashing into mine, but it wasn’t a kiss—it was a bite. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip, hard enough to make me groan in pain.

"Arghhhh..." I let out, my hands tightening on her hips as she slammed down even harder, the wet slap slap noises filling the room. Her breath was hot against my face, her eyes locked on mine, furious and intense.

The chandelier light flickered above her, casting shadows over her flushed skin, and those damn fish in the tank just kept swimming.

She didn’t let up—her teeth stayed clamped on my lip, her hips grinding into me like she was trying to break me. "You gonna answer me now?" she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice muffled against my mouth.

The sting on my lip sharpened as blood trickled down, warm and metallic, mixing with the wild rush tearing through me. Sara’s movements on top of me were relentless, her hips grinding down with a rhythm that sent shockwaves up my spine.

My dick tightened, pulsing, and then it hit—a jolt of pure sensation exploded inside me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Arghhh... ahhh..." I groaned, my eyes rolling up as pleasure drowned out everything else. My hands shot to her ass, gripping hard, and with one deep thrust, I let go, releasing everything inside her pussy, my whole body shaking from the force of it.

"Ahh... yeahhhh..." Sara moaned, her voice breaking as she rode out her own wave of pleasure.

Her teeth finally let go of my lip, and she arched back, her naked body trembling against mine. For a second, we were just two shivering messes, caught in the high of it all. Then she leaned down, her lips crashing into mine again, hungry and messy. She sucked at the blood still dripping from my lip, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting it all. Our breaths mingled, heavy and fast, as her lower half kept moving, slower now, savoring the afterglow.

Sara pulled back just enough to hover over me, her dark hair falling wild around her face. Her fingers traced over my swollen lips, smearing the blood a little, and a smirk curled her mouth. "So you really came, huh? Even with all that pain building up?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and just stared up at her, still trying to catch my breath. My chest heaved, and I didn’t have the words—or the energy—to argue.

"Good to see the puppy knows his place when he’s with me," she said, her smirk growing sharper.

Then, without warning, *thu*—she spat on my face. The warm wetness hit my cheek, and before I could even react, her hand was there, rubbing it across my skin, spreading it over my jaw. She leaned in again, kissing me hard, her lips claiming mine like she owned me.

"You’re mine, Ezra," she whispered against my mouth, her hands cupping my face tight.

Her eyes locked on mine, fierce and unyielding.

"Ahh... huff..." I exhaled, my breath ragged, my body still buzzing from everything. This woman—she was something else, beyond argument, her desires wilder than anything I could wrap my head around.

She slid off me then, her naked body glistening with sweat as she climbed out of the bed.

"Let’s enjoy some more," she said, her hips swayed as she walked away, disappearing toward the edge of the room.