Forbidden Curves (Steamy Taboo Romance)

by Day, Talia

  With the flex of his muscles the fingers in my pussy pulled hard towards my stomach, making my insides explode with pleasure and pain all at once. I nearly screamed, opening my mouth in complete surprised of his force. When I did, Daniel wasted no time, his hips thrusting once, twice, three times against my throat until all resistance gave way and his cock was deep within my throat.

  “That’s it baby, that’s it, take it all.”

  I struggled out of shock and surprise but with one final thrust I felt my lips press up against his stomach and balls. I had done it! I had taken his whole entire cock. My eyes watered and my chest fought the urge to breath. Daniel fucked my tight little throat a few seconds more before he let out a deep groan and pulled himself free.

  I choked and coughed a few times before regaining my normal breath. I reached up and started to massage my own clit. My own juices had dribbled down my pussy and my stomach was wet with them. Having him take me that way had turned me on, and the only thing I wanted more was for him to fuck my tight little pussy the same rough way.

  Daniel lifted me easily and carried me back into the kitchen. He placed me on a barstool and spread my legs wide, pulling my hips forward and spreading my pussy with his thumbs.

  “Tell daddy how you want it.” He growled.

  “I want it hard daddy, I want it rough daddy.” I begged him.

  I whimpered as I felt the head of his cock slide up and down my slit. He slowly bounced the head of his cock back and forth, opening my tight lips and lubricating him with my juices. I could feel the thin lips spreading and stretching around him. He was so fucking big, it was hard to imagine my tiny frame was made to take a cock like that.

  His thumb circled my clit as his he pushed harder, making my body come to life with electricity. It was like tiny pin pricks all of which started as pain and ended in pleasure. I wanted him to fuck me, and as he pressed himself further I felt the thin layer of flesh that was my innocence.

  “I guess you weren’t lying,” he purred as his dick paused momentarily, “kiss me baby.”

  Our lips met as his cock thrust once more. I could feel him tear through the tight little ring of flesh and then he was deep in my belly. I couldn’t help but moan, I’d never felt anything like it.

  “Oh god, don’t stop baby, fuck me.” I needed more, now that I’d felt him, I never wanted it to end.

  His hips met mine and I bucked against him, grinding my pussy on him as I took the every inch of his swollen cock. His fingers cupped my tits and he pinched hard at my nipples as his lips planted kisses on my sensitive neck.

  My entire body began to shudder and shake, I was going to cum, and at this rate, it wouldn’t take long.

  “You naughty girl, don’t you dare cum yet.” He warned.

  His cock drilled deeper and his hands dove into my hair and roughly pulled at the roots. He was strong, and my body twisted and bowed under the force. I felt like he’d break me, like I had no control over the beast of a man that was driven by wild passionate desire.

  Without every missing a beat he lifted me. As he carried me to the wall his hips never stopped fucking me and his lips never left mine. Against the wall he held me by my thighs and let loose. His body, with every ouch of force he could muster pounded into me. I felt my insides give way, pleasure coming in waves with his thrusts.

  “Cum for me baby, I am going to lose it.” His growls of lustful desire grew in intensity as he spoke.

  My own body followed suit easily as the sound of his pleasure seemed to heighten my own.

  “Oh god wait, you’re not wearing a condom!” I cried out between gasps.

  Everything had happened so fast and it hadn’t even occurred to me that we’d started all of this without discussing the need for protection. It wasn’t exactly like I was a professional with these things, and the feel of his flesh on mine had completely overwhelmed my higher thinking. Daniel didn’t slow down and my own body began to shake. With each thrust his words came in broken sentences.

  “Don’t worry.” His balls slapped hard against me, “It’s your first time.” He gasped and his dick filled me once more as his body convulsed. “So unlikely.”

  I felt him lose it, his dick throbbing deep in my belly and sending me over the edge. My insides contracted around his thick shaft and milked the thick cum deep into my belly. Even after the feeling of intense relief started to fade I could still feel something deep inside of me, inviting his seed deeper into my belly.

  We were both sweaty and spent and we staggered back to the couch and collapsed in each other’s arms. I felt the weight of the moment as soon as my sex drive wasn’t the one running the show. We’d just fucked, and he’d cum inside of me. Maybe if I hadn’t had that wine I would have been more sensible. I reached down and traced my tummy while my eyes inventoried the room. ‘Or maybe not…’ A devilish voice sounded in my head.

  After we finished dinner Daniel led me upstairs to his bedroom. I sat on his bed as he flipped the switch and the night sky came into view. It was stunningly beautiful and as he crawled in next to me I wondered how I would ever leave. It was just so cozy, so utterly and completely inviting. I wanted to stay.

  “Will you take me again? Under the moon.” I said softly, tracing my fingernails along his muscular chest.

  “It would be my pleasure,” he grinned. “We might want to use a condom this time though.

  He pulled open the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a shiny gold wrapped condom. “Would you do the honor?” He asked, holding the foil out to me.

  “Not yet, I want to feel you first, bare,” I leaned in and kissed him hard, spreading my thighs and tangling them in his.

  I spit into my hand and started to stroke his cock. I knew that in a moment he’d forget all about the condom, and that was exactly what I wanted him to do. It might take all night, but I was going to make a baby, his baby.

  Sensuous Curves

  By Talia Day

  Copyright © 2015 Talia Day

  All Rights Reserved Worldwide

  Sensuous Curves

  Hailey

  "Are you sure this is such a good idea?" I asked my boyfriend, Zach, as he guided his Land Rover into the driveway of his dad's beach house. "You didn't even ask him if we could use it for the weekend."

  Zach rolled his eyes. "Relax, Hailey. My dad's negotiating an acquisition for his company this weekend. Which means he's probably playing golf in Arizona right now."

  "Okay," I said, still a little doubtful. I stepped out of the car onto the driveway, staring at the massive house in front of us. I could hear the waves crashing against the shore, just a hundred feet away.

  Now that was the sound of money.

  "Come on," Zach teased, his naughty hand tracing along my waist and pushing up my shirt. "We've got the whole place to ourselves. We can do whatever we want."

  I giggled and slapped his hand away.

  "Oh, really?" I started stepping backwards into the house, then stopped to pull down the neckline of my shirt, teasing him with a little glimpse of my breasts and nipples.

  Zach groaned with desire. I loved being alone with him because he could finally let down his guard and love my curvy body the way he wanted to. Whenever we were in public together, or out with his friends, he seemed a lot colder and less affectionate, like he was embarrassed to be seen with me or something.

  It made me sad, but at the same time I knew he was the son of a massively successful billionaire hedge-fund manager, and in his social circle, not having a girlfriend who was skinny, tan and model-perfect opened you up to all kinds of ridicule.

  It had been different back where I had grown up, in the working-class town of East Peoria, Illinois. I'd always attracted a lot of attention there with my curvy body and busty figure.

  Zach had been going through a hippy phase a few years back, bumming around and following his favorite band while squandering his trust fund. I was on a road trip to see my father in Arizona when we had met at a music festival.


  I still shivered thinking about that first night, thinking back to all the nasty, dirty things we had done in his tent. Whatever troubles our relationship may have, I knew that passion would keep us together.

  Hopefully forever, but it wasn't likely.

  "I want to fuck you right here in the driveway," he growled, grabbing at my ass. I squealed and started running for the door. We burst into the house, and Zach pinned me against the refrigerator, one hand already pushing against my crotch as we made out.

  "Oh my God, baby," I gasped. He stopped, panting hard, and we remained still together for a moment, our foreheads pressed together as we caught our breath. He cupped my huge breasts as we kissed again, and then he paused, running his hand through my hair.

  "Let's chill for a bit." He gave me a tender little peck on the lips. "I can give you a tour of the house."

  "Okay," I breathed. Our eyes met. Zach's blue eyes were pretty, in a sort of soft, babyish way. I loved his eyes, and his broad, tall, powerful body. But these tender moments always made me squirm a little. Zach still looked and acted like a boy, even if he was 27. All of his rich, trust-fund-baby friends had the same look, as if they never had to grow up, never had the troubles and worries of adulthood.

  Either fuck me or don't, I thought as we parted.

  "My dad had the place remodeled last year," he began, guiding me into the kitchen. I gasped at the expansive marble countertops and the gleaming hardwood floor. The large picture window had a view right onto the ocean. "I don't think he's even seen it yet. Ever since he got into skiing, he's been going to Aspen all the time instead of vacationing here."

  "It's gorgeous," I replied, running my hand over the countertop. I knew it was probably worth more than most peoples' life savings.

  "Totally," Zach said offhandedly, guiding me out to the deck. It was built like a pier, jutting out into the ocean, and there was a hot tub sunk right into the middle of it, surrounded by elegant outdoor furniture. There was a fireplace and a grill; all of it decorated in obviously expensive, fake-rustic Mexican tiles.

  "The deck," he said perfunctorily, before I had time to linger and listen to the ocean. "Let's go up the stairs to the bedroom."

  We climbed up a long spiral staircase that stood outside the house, until we were on a little balcony on the second story. We slipped into a beautiful little bedroom with picture windows on two sides, overlooking the ocean and the coastline. I bounced onto the plush looking bed, and sank luxuriously into memory foam mattress. Zach settled over me, kissing me, and I wrapped my legs around him.

  "This is going to be an amazing weekend," I purred before lifting my arms above my head so that Zach could remove my shirt. He went crazy loving my big breasts, his lips closing around my nipples and his hungry hands feeling my flesh. I could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing into my hot sex, and every time his hips thrust forward, I rocked into him, taking the pleasure I wanted.

  "Can you suck my cock?" Zach begged. He pressed into me again. His whole body felt like it was shuddering with desire. I didn't particularly like going down on him, but every so often I acquiesced.

  "Yeah, okay," I said. Zach laid down on the bed, his back propped against the mountain of pillows next to the headboard, and I unbuckled his belt and helped him pull off his pants and boxers.

  His cock was so hard it was pulsing, and he was leaking precum. Zach was big, almost eight inches, and the reason I hated sucking him off was that it was such a huge tease; I could never do it without begging him to fuck me in return.

  Which I guess was why he liked it so much.

  I closed my lips around the head of his cock, plunging in and taking him deep. I heard him softly moan with pleasure, and right away, my pussy started to throb. I kept sucking him, using my hand to stroke the base of his cock as his throbbing head plunged in and out of my mouth, moving over my tongue before bumping against the back of my throat. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take it.

  I looked up into his eyes beseechingly, my hand still stroking him as he panted.

  How much longer are you going to make me do this?

  "Oh my God," Zach sobbed, "use those beautiful tits to fuck me, please!"

  I pushed my tits around his cock, squeezing them tight and moving them up and down while Zach moaned. A few seconds later, to my total surprise, he came all over my neck and chest.

  "Oh fuck, yeah," Zach panted, his body still shaking from his orgasm. "Oh my god, oh yeah, that was so fucking hot!"

  I looked down at my chest in shock and disbelief. Zach's cum was coating the space between my breasts, and when I stood up, it ran down past my stomach. There was so much.

  "What about me?" I whined. "I want to come, too." I was still throbbing so hard it practically hurt.

  "Babe, I'm sorry," Zach said. He was flopped on the bed, totally useless.

  It was infuriating when this happened. As soon as he got his, he didn't care about me any more. Just like a typical guy. Moreover, he couldn’t even masturbate me properly; he had no idea how a woman’s vagina worked.

  I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, my chest and neck covered in Zach's sticky cum. I wiped it off with a bunched-up handful of toilet paper, wishing that the sight of it all over me didn't turn me on so much.

  "I'm going to get some water," I told Zach, after I'd stepped back out into the bedroom.

  "Okay, sweetie," he said absentmindedly, rolling over in bed while he enjoyed his post-orgasm bliss.

  "Do you want anything while I'm down there?"

  "Bring me up some of my dad's wine. The 1988 Pinot Grigio; it's in the cellar right next to the kitchen. You have to go down some stairs."

  "Okay." I pulled my shorts back on before walking cautiously down the stairs. Even if there was nobody here, moving about naked in somebody else’s house still seemed too daring and risky.

  I grabbed the Brita filter out of the fridge and poured myself a cold glass of water. I watched the waves break outside as I drank.

  I decided it was going to be a fun weekend, probably the best I would have all summer, and I would do my best to savor it. If only Zach's friends were less judgmental, maybe it could be like this all the time.

  But it couldn't, so I might as well enjoy what I could get: if that meant drinking expensive wine and spending a weekend in a beautiful beach house...well, maybe life wasn't so bad after all.

  I found the wine in the musty cellar after dusting off a dozen expensive-looking labels. Just as I was about to head back up the stairs into the house, I thought I heard a voice, or maybe two voices, talking in the kitchen.

  "Zach?" I called out, figuring it must be him.

  I bounded up the stairs to show him I found the bottle.

  And walked smack into two very surprised men.

  Time seemed to slow down as everyone registered what had just happened. I recoiled in shock, my hands automatically reaching for the railing next to the steps, so I wouldn't tumble back down into the wine cellar.

  I watched as the two men's eyes widened with surprise. They both looked tall and distinguished, and were both dressed sharply, if casually, in chinos, loafers, and polo shirts. One of the men had Zach's same blond hair and square face. Even in my state of alarm, I couldn't help noticing, in a moment of shock, how gorgeous he was, and our eyes locked for a long, thrilling second.

  Then I saw them flick down to my breasts and run down my body, and I felt cold heat bloom through me from head to toe.

  The shocking moment hung in the air as he coolly checked me out, stretching over a few infinitely long seconds before he looked up at my eyes again.

  As the seconds passed and my body flushed hotter and hotter, I realized he was Laird Buchanan, Zach's dad. I stood there frozen in shock as he brazenly took me in.

  And his eyes were ablaze with passion.

  I covered myself a few seconds too late, my eyes still locked with his as I hurriedly shut the door. I collapsed, my body sinking into the cold stone of the cella
r floor, my back against the richly finished wood of the wall. My heart was pounding, and I could feel cold sweat beginning to coat my forehead.

  Even if all I had done was stand there while Laird looked at me, I felt like I had done something really, really naughty. I knew I should have shut the door or covered myself up sooner.

  Did Laird think there was an intruder in the house? Was he going to call the cops before he realized Zach was upstairs, and I was his girlfriend?

  Zach had parked his car around the back of the house, to a keep a low profile, and he hadn't even told Laird we were coming here for the weekend.