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Chapter 62: A Night In The Garden With...(2)(R18)

Chapter 62: A Night In The Garden With...(2)(R18)

"You what?" Tonya stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

Steve raised an eyebrow.

"What? Is it really so hard to believe?"

"No, it’s not that." Tonya said quickly, biting her lip.

"It’s just... I didn’t expect it."

Slowly, Steve leaned in, tilting his head down as if to kiss her. She didn’t pull away. Her eyes flickered down to his lips, then back up to meet his gaze.

"Well?" Steve prompted softly.

"What made you think that?"

Tonya hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I just... I wasn’t sure if we were doing the right thing."

Steve, paused for a moment, but atlast he muttered-

"Doing the right thing?" Steve repeated, his voice tight.

"What—are you saying you don’t want to be with me anymore?"

Before he could take another breath, Tonya fired back at him, her voice overlapping in a rush of denial.

"No—Steve, that’s not what I meant."

Tonya said, trying to catch her breath.

"I just... I don’t know. It feels wrong somehow. Like we’re not supposed to be doing this. Like it’s just wrong..."

Steve cut her off, sharper than before.

"We already talked about this."

He stepped forward again, and this time, his hands moved with purpose—one sliding around her waist, pulling her close, the other trailing down.

His fingers gripped her firmly, giving her ass a bold squeeze, his hand sinking into the soft curve like he needed to remind himself she was real.

His voice was low now, rough.

"I know what I want."

In Tonya’s mind, everything was spinning—her thoughts, her breath, her restraint.

’Oh God.’ she whispered inwardly, her body betraying her even as her lips hesitated.

Steve didn’t slow down.

"I don’t give a rats ass if its a taboo or not...I know what I want...and no matter what, I’m gonna keep striving for it."

Her heart pounded so loud she thought he could hear it.

She couldn’t breathe.

Her body pressed against his, and every inch of her was aware of how little separated them.

The thin silk of her lingerie clung to her skin, her fleshy breasts pushing against his chest with no barrier but that fragile fabric.

Her nipples were stiff, throbbing, grazing his shirt with every breath.

Her thighs brushed his pants—and that’s when she felt it.

Thick. Hard. Boldly pressing against her...his cock.

Her breath hitched, and her lips parted slightly in a helpless gasp.

"Oh... is that..." she stammered, her voice breaking apart, but even her mouth couldn’t finish the question.

Steve didn’t answer with words.

One of his hands slipped lower, firm and unashamed, sliding around the curve of her ass.

He grabbed it—fingers digging in deep into her supple flesh, claiming every inch of her softness like it was already his.

She gasped, hips instinctively rocking forward. And that’s when she felt it again—his cock, hard and pulsing through his silk pants, grinding up against the inside of her thigh.

Memories flashed like fire across her skin— The way he’d gripped her hips, her wrists, her throat. The way he’d made her come undone with a single word in her ear.

And now, his voice came again—

His hand squeezed her again, eliciting a soft, helpless moan from her lips.

"I live by one rule. I take what I crave. And right now—"

He paused, lips grazing hers, barely touching. His breath was heat, pure fire.

"—I crave you."

Their lips hovered, aching to meet. So close.

Steve’s voice dropped again, barely more than a breath.

"What about you?" he whispered.

"Do you still give a damn?"

His other hand slid along her waist, slow and searching, pulling her tighter against the thick, aching length pressing into her plush thighs.

Tonya trembled, lips parting—but no sound came out. Her body answered before she could.

And she didn’t pull away.

Instead of pulling away, she dove in deeper, surrendering completely as their lips locked in a slow, hungry kiss that left no space between them.

Her body melted against his, every nerve ending alive with fire. Steve’s hands slid down her sides, both wrapping around the generous curve of her ass with possessive strength.

His fingers kneaded the soft flesh, squeezing and caressing with a mix of tenderness and hunger, memorizing the plush fullness beneath his hands.

She gasped softly into the kiss, pushing herself harder against him, her hips grinding instinctively.

Her lips parted and moved with his, hot and demanding, as her eyes fluttered shut.

Her massive breasts, heavy and supple, pressed firmly against Steve’s chest, nipples hardened and aching through the thin fabric of her lingerie, sending sparks through both of them.

Her leg lifted slightly, sliding along the bulge of his dick pressing hard against her inner thigh.

Her hand found the solid length outlined beneath his pants, fingers tracing the firm swell as a wave of heat pooled low in her belly.

She arched into him, letting out a soft, breathy moan as his hands tightened their hold on her ass, pulling her impossibly closer.

The kiss deepened, tongues teasing, their bodies pressing together.

Every squeeze of her ass sent shivers racing through her skin. She was lost in the sensation—the overwhelming ache of want.

And as their kiss deepened, Steve’s body responded with a fierce need.

He could feel the growing hardness of his cock pressing insistently against the fabric of his pants, pulsing with a desperate craving to be free—longing to slip inside her, to claim her fully.

His teeth grazed her lower lip, teasing and demanding, while his hands never faltered, gripping and kneading the plush curves of her ass like they belonged to him alone.

Between her thighs, a slow, intoxicating warmth spread, and Steve could feel it radiating through the thin barrier of her lingerie.

She pressed the inner sides of her thighs against him, grinding gently, the heat and slickness of her desire seeping into his very core.

The slick friction teased him, driving the ache in his length higher, more urgent.

She was burning with need beneath his hands, and he knew it—her soft, heated skin, the subtle tremble running through her body, the way she melted against him.

He didn’t care if anyone else was out in the garden, didn’t care about the world beyond this moment.

Because now, all he truly wanted was to take her right then and there.