Forbidden Beauty
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“No. Lie back,” my lover commands. Guiding me, he presses a hand into the center of my chest, until I'm flat against our pillows. I try to lay perfectly still, but quiver a little with anticipation. Carter, moving slowly above me, peels a strand of sheet away from the bed, and loops this lightly around my ankles. He lopes toward the headboard, and pulls each of my wrists to a corner of the four poster. There, he secures my hands with conveniently placed ties.
Right. Like this biker has ever in his life worn a neck-tie.
Returning to face me, Carter just looks at me for a moment, pegged to the four corners of the bed. He ministers to my ankles, making the bonds a little tighter. I gasp, and then he reaches down and lightly places a hand at my throat.
“Bad little girls need to be punished,” he says. A part of me wants to laugh, but a slightly larger part of me wants to follow his every instruction. I close my eyes.
He begins at my neck, leaning forward so the bulk of his weight sinks across my frame. I love that feeling, of a man pressing down on you from all sides. It's hard to breathe, though, especially once he starts kissing a trail along my collarbone. His mouth is light at first, but the pressure increases with his desire, and soon he's sucking on me. So hard I just know he's going to leave marks on my pale skin.
Rising to his knees, Carter straddles me on the mattress, gripping my torso tight between his thighs. I'm breathing harder now. With that same firm, pressing hand as before, he first cups my right breast, then my left. Bends low so he can massage them both, with increasingly strong, demanding strokes. I lift my hips a little, leaning into his touch. And it's then that I feel him: hard, demanding, pressing tight against the leather from both of our pants. We squeak as we move together, me writhing below him as he starts to hump me gently. I cry out—for the first time.
Smiling above me, Carter places both hands at the collar of my thin t-shirt and then yanks, sharply—ripping my tee in a ragged line down the middle. My breasts seem to lift toward him in the light, and I feel myself dampen, looking at him looking at me. He bends low, eager for the taste of me. Begins to suck hard on my nipples, his hands roving around my rib-cage. And though I'm still bound tight, I grain towards him like a trapped wild thing. He peels off his own t-shirt, then encircles my naked upper body in his arms. We're so close now that I can't tell where his sweat ends and mine begins. This is also when I first peek the long train of a scar, the one that begins at his hip and winds down his left leg. A battle wound that he secured, when fighting for me.
“You want it now, baby?” Carter breathes hotly, his voice urgent in my ear. I discover that I've briefly lost the ability to form words, so I just nod into the crook of his neck. He snakes a hand up the back of my body and pulls my hair backward, just enough to hurt. “Say it. Say that you want it now.”
“I want it. I want it now.”
He sucks my neck hard for that one. I've been a good little girl.
Then, he moves his hands down my body in slow trails—his touch grazes first my neck, then the swells of my breasts, then my stomach, then the very top of my mound. He pushes down my pants, fearsomely strong and determined. He leans back for a second, feeling how wet I already am. I don't know why he still gets so surprised about this. The fool should know he makes me wet from basically the moment he walks into a room.
Still, looking pleased, I watch his face as he slides a finger inside of me, manipulating his thumb to rest lightly on my clit. He's a master at making me on the outside and the inside at the same time. I press against my bonds on the mattress, raising my hips towards him for easier access. He sinks his mouth into my neck once more, nibbles lightly on the patch of me where he's already left a bruise.
I open my mouth in a silent scream.
Carter pushes another finger deep into my pussy, and I can feel my walls begin to clench around him. His touch should be familiar by now, but I never stop getting excited. He presses a third finger inside me, then begins moving back and forth, fingering my hole. I try to wrap my pegged knees around his arm, but struggle against my binds.
His mouth has returned to my breast, where he flicks his tongue back and forth across my nipple, his stubble grazing my bare skin. I'm sweating all over now. And the pad of his thumb is pressing harder and harder, in perfect tandem with the thrusts of his hand, and I can feel myself soaking through layers of fabric.
“Please,” I croak. “Baby, please come inside. I beg you.”
He grins above me, and some of that wonderful laugh, (my favorite laugh in the whole wide world!) slips out into space. He unbuttons his pants, eagerly. I wish I could help him, but my hands are tied—so I just buck against the mattress, instead.
With the same fervor with which he ripped off my shirt, Carter snakes my leather pants down my legs, then extracts my feet from bondage so he can slip the clothes onto the floor. Then, he follows suit with his own pants. I help the leather travel to the floor with my feet, and once that awkward dance is done—I look at the whole of him. The whole of him, belonging to the whole of me.
He scoots up on the mattress, resting his taut ass on my chest. His dick is hard as a rock already. As he nudges himself towards my mouth, I bend forward and suck on his tip. Now it's his turn to rock on the bed, to rear back with pleasure. His pink nipples, nested in their blanket of thick, curling chest hair, stand erect. I move my lips around his shaft, so as to swallow more of him down.
He grabs a hank of my hair in his hand, and tugs gently. He presses further into me, so I can feel him pushing against the back of my throat. With his free hand, my lover reaches down, between my legs, and pushes against my wetness.
After a few moments' thrusting, Carter peels himself away from me and lifts his lips. I press my knees upward, so they're resting against his ass. We rock back and forth like this for a gentle moment, enjoying one another's skin, our weight. The mattress creaks below us. I cannot fucking believe this is my life now.
His cock is flat against his belly now, thick with energy. I nose my knees wide on the bed, so he can enter me. And after hovering another second on the edge, his hands still fluttering against my pussy, he presses inside. As usual, it hurts for a moment before I adjust—but the second thrust is pure magic.
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Carter
I fuck her good and deep that way, watch her eyes go rolling up into the back of her head as she begs and begs for my cock. She's so wet it's hard to find friction, but I push and push and soon, we've fallen into a favorite, familiar rhythm. Though I love the look of her all tied up and begging for me, I lurch forward on the bed, I fumble at the knots around her wrists. I want to feel her hands on me, like usual.
When she's free, she folds her pale, beautiful, body all around me, like a spider—even lifting her draped feet, so her heels dig into my ass. She guides me further inside, so I'm pushing against her walls, she wants more of me now—and I give myself willingly. I push and push and push her into the bed—our bed—until I'm thrusting so hard and fast I could come any second. But then, I pull out. Flip her over, so her ass is in the air. Her body is drenched with sweat, and I dig my hands into her back, massaging her damp shoulders for a moment while we shift positions. Then, once she's ready, I enter her from behind.
We've always been good like this. Her back arches up, her palms push into the fabric, and she opens her pretty mouth and looks at me over her left shoulder. I love it like this, I really fucking do.
“I'm gonna come,” she warns. “Baby—I'm gonna come so hard for you!” But I'm still not ready to bust yet. I pull out, then slowly press myself against the button of her ass. We've tried this once or twice before, always going slow and careful. I want to push in hard, but I wait for her to nod. She does: twice.
She presses against me, and slowly, I nudge myself inside. Any way we do it, she feels so fucking good...
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Gisele
He starts to rub my clit while he pushes into my ass, and the twinging pain of his size is slowly replaced wit
h pleasure He's gentle now, moving only with my go-ahead. It definitely hurts, but it's a good kind of pain. He'll come inside, rest for a moment, then creep out slow. I'm still wet with want.
Carter leans close and kisses the nape of my neck, and his mouth feels cool even inside the heat we've created. He's moving just a little faster now, with one hand pressed against my mound and another holding my ass in place. I reach up and grab my breasts with one hand; I arch the way he likes me to.
He thrusts harder. I moan. I moan and moan and moan. “Baby!” I yell into our humid little room. At that second, I feel him loosen inside of me, I feel his cock pulse with a wave of ecstasy. He drips down my sides, and the trail of him falling against me sends a shiver up my own spine. Reading me in that intuitive way he has, he presses against my clit with his free hand and now it's my turn to come, clenching, heaving with a twin mix of pleasure and pain, and I shriek and laugh and kinda sob all at once. He pulls out and collapses against me.
Now, in the room that's silent but for our rapid heartbeats, I snake my fingers through his chest hair. I run my fingers across the outlines of his tattoos, the many pleasing curves of his biceps, his pecs. And I listen to him breathing. I listen to the wind wailing outside, the sound of water whipping up in the creek, below the moat. We're safe, yet in turmoil: our favorite way to be. The king and queen of this stronghold.
“It's just us and the moon and the water,” Carter creaks beside me.
“What is that, softie? Poetry?”
“It's something you'd know if we ever got around to watching that movie, Claudette.” He reaches down, places an idle hand on my mound. I love when he strokes me after.
But then, I love just about everything about my old man.
THE END
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