Small Town Secrets: A Forbidden Romance

by Cassandra Dee

My heart beats in my chest as I look around for the handsome man, and I’m just about to leave when he comes walking over to me, a drink in hand, that ridiculously charming grin on his face. I swallow, and smile back shyly.

  “You looked as if you were about to leave,” Conor says.

  “I couldn’t see you,” I answer, and my voice sounds unduly husky. I hope he thinks it’s sexy.

  “That’s because I was hiding, taking all of you in,” he winks, and my insides turn to mush. “I’ve got a table in the corner,” he adds, and indicating to it with his drink hand, he places the other in the small of my back. Before I know it, I’m sitting across from him, sipping a peach bellini.

  Because this is where we are now. I reached out to Conor via text, and fortunately, he texted right back.

  No problem babe, his words read. It’s cool. Meet me at Crosby’s tomorrow at eight?

  I texted back immediately.

  Yes, see you then!

  And now, I’m at the bar with my gorgeous lover. It’s insane that we’re here like any other couple, except that we were caught by our parents having wild sex on the kitchen counter just yesterday. So I smile shyly.

  “How are you?” is my soft question. “What’s new?”

  It seems stupid to ask that given what’s happened, but he doesn’t bat an eye.

  “Nothin’ much,” is his casual drawl. “You look gorgeous by the way,” he says, staring into my eyes. “I like the jeans.” I blush, relieved. They had been a conscious choice. I’d always hated wearing them because I felt like they made me look fat, but if Conor likes them on me, then I was going to be wearing them a lot more often.

  “So Mom and Henry have called off the wedding,” I begin hesitantly, watching for his reaction.

  “Yeah,” he laughs. “They’re pretty set on us giving this a real go. Hence tonight, by the way.” I blush again, and he quickly adds, “If I can call this a date.”

  “Of course you can,” I say quickly. We grin at each other for a moment, then he takes my hand, and I feel my heart pounding at the touch of his skin.

  “Carrie, I owe you an apology. That thing in the kitchen – it was my idea. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

  I shrug, smiling coyly at him through my eyelashes.

  “I was all too willing,” I say. And I lick my lips at the memory of how he sucked my clit, then fucked me hard and fast, making me cum in a matter of moments. “But we’re a little uneven, don’t you think?” is my coy question.

  “What do you mean?” he asks, intrigued. And gathering all my courage, I slide off my seat, glancing around quickly: no one is watching us. On my hands and knees under the table, I run my hands up along the inside of his thighs, and start undoing his zipper. Oh my god, this is so wrong, and I can hardly believe the vixen I’ve become.

  But Conor stops me for a moment.

  “Sweetheart,” he whispers. “I need to tell you something.”

  “What?” I say, still hidden under the table. This hardly seems like the time to have a conversation, but the man’s insistent.

  “I wanted to let you know that Henry originally wanted me to marry one of his friend’s daughters,” he says in a low voice. That makes me go still and I don’t move, my hands still braced on his thighs.

  “And?” I ask, the word choking in my throat.

  “And I said no,” Conor states firmly. “It was more of a business transaction than anything else, and Henry’s from the Dark Ages. He doesn’t understand what a real relationship is, which is why he’s been married and divorced three times. Your mom and my dad deciding not to tie the knot is good thing, trust me.”

  But all I can hear is the fact that Conor was slated to marry another woman.

  “Who is she?” I ask, still hidden under the table. I should get up and sit at the booth like a normal person, and yet all I can think of is the other woman. Who is she? I have to know.

  But Conor shakes his head with determination.

  “Who doesn’t matter,” he says firmly. “What matters is that she’s gone. I was never interested in her because I’ve only ever been interested in you sweetheart,” he says, gripping my chin with a big hand under the table. “You’re the one for me, sweetheart.”

  I inhale sharply.

  “Do you really mean that?” is my soft mewl. “Do you really want me?”

  And the possession in those blue eyes give me my answer. But it’s his next words that take my breath away.

  “I don’t just want you, sweetheart,” he growls. “I love you.”

  And with that, happiness surges over my frame. Because what were the odds of this happening? It’s been a wild ride, and yet somehow, the world has opened and the sun is shining once more. The man I met at a suburban sex party, who was also slated to be my stepbrother, is now my lover in every sense of the word. Conor doesn’t just adore my body. He loves everything about me, and I’ve never been so happy.

  And this newfound freedom makes me horny as hell. I hear him clear his throat somewhere above the table as I gently lift his cock out of his pants, already huge and hard in my hand. I’ve always wanted to try this. And I’ve been planning for it too. Earlier this afternoon I called Roxy, who has plenty of experience in this arena, to get a step-by-step guide on how to do this. I kiss the tip of his cock, and feel it twitch in my hand.

  Holding it at the base, I let my tongue twirl softly around the head, then lick my own lips and slowly ease every inch of him into my mouth and to the back of my throat. I’m surprised at the effect it has on my own body: I can feel my cunt contract in arousal. As I slide his cock in and out of my mouth, my pussy isn't the only thing that’s contracting though. I gently fondle his balls, which are tightening up against his body with his arousal. His hand comes down under the table and finds its way into my hair, his fingers entwining themselves into my locks and pulling my mouth towards his pelvis so I can suck his cock faster and faster. I can hear him suppress a moan above me, and suddenly my head is pulled up and away from his cock, which I release from my mouth with a satisfying “pop.”

  Conor glares at me as he heaves me up onto the chair beside him. The alpha’s panting through clenched teeth, his eyes ablaze with lust, those strong fingers still entangled in my curls.

  “All’s fair in love and war,” I say coquettishly while batting my lashes. “Tit for tat.”

  “Fair is fair,” he growls, and crushes his lips against mine, his tongue licking mine in hunger as his fingers find their way to my panties.

  “Fuck you’re wet,” he groans into my mouth. “We better find somewhere more private. I’m done getting caught in the act,” he says, panting with arousal. I nod eagerly, my insides juicing hotly. And discreetly pulling his giant erection away from my small hand, he’s on the phone to a nearby hotel.

  Frankly, I can’t wait. Because this time, Conor and I will be consummating our love honestly and in the open, as two people who have declared their adoration for another. And I’ve heard that love mixed with sex is combustible. So as he growls into the receiver, I stroke his shaft through his pants once more.

  “You’re mine, lover boy,” is my soft mewl, and as those blue eyes flare, I know that I’m belong to him as well.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Conor

  The ride to the hotel is only a couple of blocks away, but it takes all my willpower not to grab her by her hair and push that beautiful, soft mouth over my cock as I drive. All the while, I hear Carrie giggling excitedly next to me. She knows what she does to me and loves it.

  “Just wait till we get there,” I warn teasingly. “I’ll get you back for this!”

  The brunette laughs and with slow fingers, lowers the neckline of her top until her nipples pop out. Seeing her milky tits jiggle with the movements of the car almost causes me to crash it. My cock throbs painfully in my pants and I’m leaking for her. Shit, the pre-cum’s like a fucking river already, lubing my shaft in wetness.

  As soon as we enter the hotel room, I’m
licking at her lips, but she pulls away, smiling coyly.

  “How about I finish what I started?” she purrs, and she’s on her knees, releasing my aching, leaking cock from my zipper. I moan as she starts sucking it, her tongue running up and down as she goes. She must have gotten pointers from a porn star.

  “This won’t take long, baby, not when you’re this good,” I groan, and my hands are in her hair, pulling her face closer so my cock slides down her throat to the hilt. She doesn't even gag, and lets me thrust faster, closing her eyes as I fuck her soft mouth. I notice she’s rubbing one of her nipples, and the thought that this is making her hot brings me to the edge. I moan as my cock convulses with her lips up against my pubic hair, and I squirt my load deep into her throat. Carrie doesn’t even squirm, instead swallowing every drop of that virile jism.

  “Holy shit!” I wheeze, gasping for air. “Fuck!” And pulling out of her pouting mouth, I fall forward onto the bed behind her. “That was mind-blowing!”

  She stands up and faces me, licking her lips deviously as she starts undressing. My cock doesn’t even have the time to soften before it goes hard again at the sight of her huge tits swaying with her movements. Her doe-eyes are misty with lust as she walks my way, wide hips swinging.

  “I’ve always wanted to suck your cock properly. I never got a chance to do that our first time,” she mewls.

  “That was because I was desperate to fuck that tight pussy of yours. Same way I am now,” I grunt, grasping her tits in my hands and pressing my face into them. I lick one of her nipples, making her moan.

  “I love the way you do that,” she gasps, and I roll onto her, pinning that soft, goddess body under my huge frame.

  “This is all I want, Carrie,” I groan. “You, like this,” and my cock throbs when I feel her wetness against it. She smiles and a gush of warm juice from her cunt hits my thigh.

  “My pussy’s yours,” she whispers, and it makes me growl with pleasure. “It has been from the moment you took my virginity, and it always will be,” she adds. This is too much for me. With a growl so animalistic it almost surprises me, I wrench her thighs apart, pushing the head of my cock into her wet opening. She gasps when I have to push harder, forcing myself into the slippery tightness of her cunt. I vaguely wonder whether my cock is simply too large for her, but judging by the moaning coming from the goddess under me, I am able to quickly dispel this thought.

  “We can do this over, and over, and over again,” I groan. “Nothing to stop us this time.” And fucking her rhythmically with easy rolls of my pelvis, I lower my lips to her nipple and suck gently.

  “Oh god!” she cries, scratching at my back as I fuck her harder. “Yes!” And keeping one hand on her tit, pinching her nipple, I close my mouth over hers, while stifling the sounds of her orgasm. I feel her cunt spasming furiously on my cock and it brings me close again. Because this is what Carrie does to me. In the past, I’ve only been able to orgasm once per session. But with the beautiful brunette, they keep rolling on and on like a never-ending fantasy come true.

  And as Carrie cries out with ecstasy, her eyes rolling back in her head, I fuck her harder and harder, watching as her giant tits sway with the motion. It pushes me over the edge. I pin her down and slide my cock in once more, hard, and my male juice bursts then.

  “Fuck!” is my agonized cry. “Fuck fuck fuck!” Because this is how it was meant to be. Me and my girl, joined together as my I ejaculate into that fertile channel. It could have gone wrong in so many ways and yet everything has worked out perfectly. I have my woman, and I’ll never let her go … because Carrie is the one for me, just like I’m the one for her.

  Epilogue

  Carrie

  “Oh god, yes!” I scream, not even bothering to stifle my moans in the silk pillowcases. We have nothing to hide anymore.

  “Tell me what you want,” groans Conor from behind me, his huge cock sliding in and out of my hole, rubbing what I now know for sure is my G-spot. Since I discovered that, I’ve been even more insatiable than before. We moved into city together after the summer. I’m back at college, and spend every weekend with him at his penthouse, fucking.

  I’m on my hands and knees on his bed, clutching at the silk sheets as he takes me from behind. It’s become my favorite position.

  “Tell me what you want, Carrie,” he rasps again. “Tell me, baby.”

  I stifle another scream before mewling.

  “What you did this summer with my ass,” is my desperate reply. And hearing him chuckle with a deep, satisfied rumble, he starts pressing a finger into my ass as he continues fucking me.

  “No,” I say huskily, my eyes swinging back to look at him over my slim shoulder. “With your cock this time.” I blush red but my cunt gushes even more, juices running down my thighs. I’ve been wanting to try this ever since he did that to my forbidden hole with his fingers. It had been amazing and I haven’t stopped fantasizing about what comes next.

  “Are you sure?” he whispers, and I hear the lustful note in his voice.

  “Yes. Fuck me in the ass, Conor,” I whisper, and he groans behind me as I feel his cock pull out of my cunt with a deep sucking sound.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he growls, and slowly, he eases himself into the tightness of my ass. The sensation is so strange and wonderful, stretching me in ways I never thought possible.

  “Oh god!” I gasp.

  “Carrie, it’s too tight. I won’t last long!” he groans, moving in and out of my bottom while playing with my clit.

  “Me neither,” I gasp, and I feel my pussy contracting already, the juices gushing down my thighs. “Keep going!” And the orgasm I can feel building up is like nothing I ever felt before, even with all the incredible stuff Conor has done to me recently. His cock so tightly up my anus is causing a orgasm to build deep inside me, and as I edge closer, I feel my pussy contract without anything in it, desperate for satisfaction.

  “Carrie, I’m gonna cum, I’m sorry,” he groans, fucking me harder and harder in the ass, the pressure of his fingers on my clit increasing.

  “Yes! YES!” I scream, almost surprised, and my pussy then contracts in the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt, I squirt a stream of juice out of my clenching cunt, just like that woman on the coffee table that first time in the sex club.

  “Oh my god, sweetheart,” responds Conor, and I feel his cock contract and pulse as he pumps himself into my anus, coming hard himself. “Oh shit.”

  Shortly after, we fall down on the bed laughing, giddy and spent from our own pleasures.

  “Who knew you were such a dirty girl?” Conor growls while pulling me into his arms.

  “It’s because of you that I’m dirty!” I giggle shyly.

  “I’ll take that,” he grunts, heaving my soft curves so that they’re pressed against his chest. “Fuck baby, you’re a squirter and we only discovered it now. That’s some true life porn shit.”

  “Stop! It’s embarrassing!” I laugh again while covering my eyes with my hands.

  “So embarrassing that you don’t want to try it again?” he teases. And as he kisses me gently, so full of love, I feel his cock get rock-hard again already against my soft, curvy thighs. Because this is the life I live now. College student by day and wild woman by night, with my would-be stepbrother no less. And yet, it’s right. We met in a dirty sex club in the most unlikely of places, and yet now, I’m able to perform with the best of them, as long as I’m in the arms of my man.

  So who knew dreams could come true? I never expected this to happen. I never expected to meet someone at that party, much less for our encounter to morph into true love. And yet against all odds, things have worked out. Conor and I are happy together, and Elaine and Henry are dating, although they’ve put off any talks of marriage. Because this is the man of my dreams … and together, we will all be family.

  THE END

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  CHAPTER 1

  HOWIE

  My cock is rock hard and throbbing against the zipper of my tailored pants. If I stare at her too long, I’m going to have to take these Italian slacks back to the dry cleaners. I’ve never seen the maid by the couch in my penthouse before. I would have noticed a girl like that. She’s on her hands and knees by the white leather sofa, right in front of my penthouse window. She wipes the marble floor like it needs cleaning, but actually, this whole place is pristine.

  I set my briefcase down on the kitchen counter while she work on the other side of the apartment. I keep her in my eye as I ask Edwin, my butler, about the new girl.

  “Edwin, who is that?”

  “Who, the maid?”

  “Yes, the maid.” Her head perks up like she’s heard us talking. But no, the girl’s noticed a stain on the couch and sits upright and starts to wipe again. Her blonde hair is bound in a tight ponytail that reaches down her back. I can see her breathing. Her chest moves up and down. She’s on her knees on my floor. Her sweet cunt hovers over my Persian rug.