Forbidden Games

by JB Duvane

  Zoe squirms against me, her plump ass cheeks sliding seductively over my cock, then pausing when it’s resting in the warm crevice between them. "White cake …" she says, grinding into me. "with raspberry filling … and vanilla buttercream frosting."

  I pull her head back and bring my lips to the soft curve of her neck. "Sounds incredible. But I've got something else planned for the first course," I say, moving Zoe away from the oven and pushing her forward over the counter. I grip the top of her yoga pants and pull them down, exposing her naked ass, then grab each cheek, kneading and releasing them so that the flesh bounces and jiggles. Zoe moans when I pull them apart, revealing a glistening pussy that is ready for me.

  I've been waiting all day to taste the smokysweet flavor that I've only ever found between Zoe's legs. I bring my mouth to her pussy and it covers every inch, while my tongue concentrates on her clit. Zoe’s ass is gyrating and pressing into my face, which is now buried between those incredible mounds of flesh. I lick up and down the length of that delicious cavern, my tongue dipping into her holes, then flicking her clit over and over. The sounds she’s making are driving me wild, but my favorite part is just about to happen.

  There was something I noticed the very first time my face was between Zoe’s legs. It was the reaction she had to my fingers inside her while I sucked on her clit. Since that first time, I’ve made absolutely sure to include my special move as often as I can. And I’m usually rewarded with a gush of the musky liquid that shoots out of her when she comes.

  And this time is no exception. When I push a finger inside her pussy, Zoe's voice changes in pitch to a low moan that resonates throughout every cell of my body. Every sound that comes out of her sends waves of a pulsating sensation through me—especially to the head of my cock.

  From the position I’m in—on my knees directly behind her—I get a front row view of the way she opens herself up to me. She spreads her feet further apart and arches her back, offering her pussy up even more to my fingers and tongue. She knows that in this moment it's all about her—that with every move I make, I’m worshiping my perfect Zoe.

  "Oh God, Evan," she gasps when my mouth closes tighter around her clit. My finger is curled down, pressing firmly against her g-spot in a rhythmic motion, while I lick and suck, frantically moving my lips and tongue over her clit. I can hear that she's close now. There's an urgency in her voice that tells me she's already over the edge—that she's about to give in completely to the pleasure.

  Suddenly a stream of warm, sweetsalty liquid pours out of her and I drink it down without my finger and tongue skipping a beat. Zoe's legs are shaking and her pussy has clamped tight around my finger, but I know better than to stop now. I press my face up into her so that her feet are almost off the ground. She's moaning and quivering and still arching her back into me.

  When I feel her pull away from me, I know she's ready for my cock, so I flip her around in one swift movement and set her up on the counter. Then I pull my throbbing cock out of my pants and bury it in her dripping wet pussy.

  Zoe screams when I enter her. I can feel the contractions of her orgasm as they squeeze me tight, each thrust inside her bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I throw her legs up and press them into her chest, then plow into her. I watch as my fat cock disappears inside her, then emerges again, glistening with her juices.

  I don't want to close my eyes for even a moment. I don't want to miss the look of ecstasy on her face or the way her breasts bounce so beautifully with each thrust. But finally, when I feel the intensity mounting inside me, my eyes close and I pull Zoe up so that her legs wrap around my hips and I'm forced even deeper inside. My cock twitches as I come inside her still-quivering pussy.

  We both stay still for a moment while we catch our breath, then when I feel Zoe move her head, I dip mine down and kiss her. "I feel like a goddamned teenager when I'm with you," I say. "I can't control myself at all. I'll try to last longer next time."

  Zoe turns those big blue eyes up at me and smiles. "Are you seriously worried about how long you lasted?" she asks incredulously, her eyes growing wide. "Because if you are, you can stop worrying, Evan. You're amazing. What you do to me … every time … it's … perfect."

  There was that look again. Like she was in awe of me. Or that she couldn’t believe I existed, when in reality it was the other way around. I was the one that couldn’t believe this perfect angel in front of me was real.

  I could feel myself getting hard again, but that was really nothing new. I'd spent the better part of the last few months with an erection, regardless of where Zoe was. If she was near me, my eyes and my cock were appreciating her every chance they got, and when I was away from the house I was thinking about what I was going to do to her when I got home.

  To be honest, sometimes I’m astonished by how much I want Zoe, considering how little interest I'd had in women most of my life. It has occurred to me on more than one occasion that, as she got older, my lack of interest in other women might have been because of Zoe. That I wasn't interested in getting involved with any other women because I was already emotionally involved with someone. But there was no way I could admit that back then, even to myself.

  "I have an idea," Zoe says as she jumps off the counter. She walks over to the table and lifts the glass cover off a cake plate and dips her index finger into the white frosting. Then she crosses back over to me with her tongue gently teasing the dollop of icing. "I know just where I want to put this," she says, looking down at my now rock-hard cock. "And I'm going to make this last a long, long time.”

  I watch as she spreads the icing over every inch of my cock, then slowly licks it all off. And what she promised is true. She takes a long, long time making me come again.

  We decide to curl up on the couch under a soft blanket and watch some TV while we eat the incredibly tender roast beef, potatoes, and carrots out of big bowls. Zoe leans against me while we eat, then curls up against my chest for the next hour until my phone rings. I know it has to be either Graham or Kyle. I'd changed my number after those thugs were paid off and Graham and Kyle are the only people in the world I trust enough to give the new number to—besides Zoe, of course.

  "What's up?" I say when I see Graham's name light up on the screen and accept the call.

  "Hey, you haven't been in my email today, have you?"

  Graham’s words hit me like a splash of cold water in the face. Kyle had been right. He took me into the office to see Graham the week after the whole thing with those mafia dudes went down. I could see by the look on his face that Kyle hadn’t said anything to him about bringing me back to the business.

  "You didn't tell him?" I asked Kyle under my breath as Graham glared at me. I could feel waves of hate coming off of him all the way across the room. When I looked over at Kyle and saw the stupid grin on his face I just about punched him. I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm. "Hey, come on, man. I'm just giving you a hard time."

  "What's going on?" Graham said as he stood up, then stalked across the room toward us. "What the hell is he doing here?"

  I stood there in a cold sweat while Kyle explained everything to Graham, then turned to me and told me he thought it was best to wait until we were all together to tell him. I'm not sure I understood his reasoning then, and still don’t now, but I do know that we all played some pretty messed up jokes on each other through college. I had a feeling maybe Kyle wanted to see me sweat a little, which I suppose I deserved.

  Even though Graham seemed to have accepted Kyles explanation back then, it’s taken months for me to gain his trust back. I’d honestly started to believe that the lies and deceit between us were all behind me, so when Graham asks about me getting into his email account, my stomach tightens up a little, even though I know I’m totally innocent.

  "No. I have no reason to go into your email account. Why?"

  "Well, someone’s been in there. Some recent emails have been read. Ones I haven’t read.”

  "You're kid
ding. What about Kyle? Did you ask him? Or Aubrey?"

  “Aubrey’s right here and she says she has never had any reason to read my emails, but Kyle …”

  “What? You think it’s him?” I ask.

  “No. The emails that were read were between me and him. But, I don’t know, have you seen him lately?”

  “Come to think of it, no, I haven’t.” I say. “I’ve been texting with him about the cam sites, but whenever I get into the office he’s out. Is something going on with him?”

  “I don’t know. He’s been really quiet. Maybe I’ll text him and see if I can get him to tell me what’s going on.”

  “So, what was in the emails? Anything I should be worried about?” I ask, a little bummed that they’re leaving me out of some of the business end of things. I know what they’ve got going on between the two of them and Aubrey is private, but it hurts to think I’m being pushed out in the cold with information about the business.

  “No, just some ideas. It’s nothing really. Sorry I bothered you with it.”

  “Hey, Graham, hold on.” I pause for a moment. I want this to be over, this tension between us. He has to know by now that what I did … it wasn’t personal. It was my life and Zoe’s that were at stake. “If there’s something going on I’d appreciate a head’s up. I’m with you guys. One-hundred percent. You know that, don’t you?”

  There was another long pause, only this time it was on his end. “Yeah, I do. Look, I trust you. I do. I didn’t really think it was you that had read them. I just thought …”

  “What?”

  “I guess I was hoping maybe Kyle had talked to you. I’m worried about him. And now I’m worried about whoever the hell it was that got into my account.”

  “I can check the server—see if anyone hacked their way in.”

  “Can you do that? It would make me feel a lot better.”

  “Of course. Look, Graham, I want this to be behind us … the bad feelings. I want things back the way they were before … before I fucked it all up.”

  Graham says nothing for another long moment and I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing. “It wasn’t your fault, I know that. I know you did what you had to do to get out of a really bad situation. I just wish …”

  “What?”

  “I wish you’d come to us, man. We would have done anything in the world to help you. Don’t you know that?”

  Just hearing Graham say those words out loud made the anxiety that had built up inside me over the last five minutes melt away. I let out a long breath, one that I felt like I’d actually been holding in for the last four months. “I do now. If I could go back in time and change things …”

  “I know. I think we all feel that way about one thing or another. If you hear from Kyle let him know I really want to talk to him.”

  “Okay. Talk to you later.”

  “Later.”

  I hang up the phone and stare at the TV without seeing a thing that’s being displayed on the huge screen.

  “What’s going on?” Zoe asks, her hand pushing up through the hair on the back of my head.

  “Someone got into Graham’s email account.”

  “He thought it was you?”

  “Yeah … no … not really. He was just asking.” I turn to Zoe and see the concern in her eyes. “It’s fine. I’m sure it’s some kind of glitch. I’m gonna go into the office for a little while and check things out.” I say, kissing her forehead.

  “Do you want me to come with you?”

  “Nah, I won’t be too long.”

  “Okay.”

  I start to get up but stop when I see the worried look on her face. “It’s no big deal … really. I’ll be back before you know it.”

  She gives me a sweet smile and kisses me softly on the lips. “Okay. I’ll miss you.”

  I grab her face and give her a long, slow kiss—the kind of kiss where it feels like my heart is expanding and overflowing into my stomach. Then, just when I think the feeling inside me can’t possibly get any more intense—that nothing in the world could be better than what I’m feeling in this moment—it spreads outward to the rest of my body. In that moment—when the world falls away and there’s nothing but the two of us—in every place where our bodies are touching, I feel myself melting into Zoe.

  When I can finally bring myself to pull my lips away from hers I rest my forehead on Zoe’s, then after a moment pull back and look into her eyes. “I miss you already.”

  The End

  If you enjoyed Forbidden Games

  You’ll definitely be interested in my other series:

  The worlds in the Games series, the Twisted series, and the She’s Mine series all become inextricably interlinked as the Games and Twisted series progress.

  Forbidden Games is the first book to show how the lives of multiple characters from the three series, as well as some standalone novels, are intertwined.

  At the culmination of the Games and Twisted series, Lucas Bellini from the She’s Mine series will have his very own book.

  If you would like to start reading these series, I’ve listed the titles and descriptions in order of publication. They’re all standalone stories within their series, but the fun is seeing where the characters pop up in books across the three series.

  The Daddy Games (Games Series Book 1)

  Two dominant men.

  Hundreds of submissive women.

  A kinky, x-rated reality show.

  The only word to describe it?

  Epic.

  Graham:

  The three of us are college buddies.

  Equal partners in a multi-million dollar business.

  Until one runs off with everything.

  The other one has an idea.

  How we can get some money fast.

  It involves a live-streamed competition.

  A lot of naked girls.

  And sex.

  It also involves Aubrey.

  The daughter of another college buddy.

  I don't want to admit to myself how much I want her.

  But now that she's here, and she's in the contest...

  she's mine.

  Aubrey:

  After being dumped by my boyfriend for not letting him take my v-card,

  I need a change.

  I want a man who will make me want to submit to him.

  Make me want to give it all up for him.

  But first, I need to figure out who I am,

  and what I want.

  I entered The Daddy Games for the money,

  and to find out if being a sub is really me.

  What I didn't know was how much I would love it.

  Or how far I would go to win.

  If you don't like foul language, don't read this book.

  If you don't like gratuitous adult content, don't read this book.

  If you don't want to read about one woman and two men getting nasty and filthy and having an awesome time together,

  absolutely do not read this book.

  The Daddy Games is a very steamy romance novel of 52k words. Some scenes are dark and may not be suitable for everyone.

  Twisted Love (Twisted Series Book 1)

  Sometimes a second chance at love isn’t like anything you could have imagined, even in your wildest dreams.

  Damon: The only reason I’m back in this hell hole is because of her. I had to see Amber again, and I figured this reunion was my only chance. I know she’s the one. The one I want with me forever. I felt it back then, and I can feel it now. But if she finds out too much too soon, about my lifestyle and who I am, she’s going to run from me. And if that happens … I know I’ll never see her again.

  Amber: The entire room and everything in it fell away when I looked into his eyes. He still has that effect on me, even after all these years. I’ll gladly do anything he wants. Even though what he wants terrifies me. But I can’t say no to Damon. Every fiber of my being wants to obey him. And now I’m giving myself to a group of men while a room full o
f strangers watch. How much more twisted can love get?

  Twisted Love includes scorching hot MMFM scenes involving one woman and multiple men, but in the end is a HEA romance between one woman and one man. It is a standalone novel of 43k words with no cliffhanger.

  Reader discretion is definitely advised.

  Forbidden Games (Games Series Book 2)

  When the games you play involve lies and manipulation, the consequences can be more horrifying that you can imagine. Sometimes the only way out is to give in to your forbidden desires.

  Evan:

  Zoe is like family to me.

  I’ve practically raised her ever since her dad checked out with his gambling addiction.

  Now he’s dead, but still owes millions to some gangsters,

  and they want to take Zoe as a payoff.

  Then they plan on selling her to recoup their losses.

  She doesn’t know anything about this deal.

  I can’t bear to tell her what her dad has done.

  I’ve tried everything to pay them what they say they’re owed.

  But they’re still after both of us and time is running out.

  I’m terrified these men will catch up with her and I’ll never see her again.

  But more than that, I’m terrified of the feelings I have for her.

  Of what might happen between the two us if she stays with me.

  Zoe:

  I hate Evan.

  He’s always trying to run my life.

  He humiliated me, practically dragging me off the street in front of my friends.

  And now he’s telling me I have to get on a plane and go with him.

  But he won’t tell me where.

  He won’t even tell me why.

  I’m an adult now and I’m not going to let him treat me like this.