Forbidden Cravings

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the chandelier hanging above us, its light bouncing off the crystals and scattering little sparkles across the walls. Sara’s luxury pink bed was like something out of a dream—so plush and soft that we sank into it, the satin sheets cool against my skin. The whole place screamed money: the massive fish tank in the middle of the hall, stretching long and wide with colorful fish gliding silently through the water, watching us like they knew something I didn’t.

The air smelled faintly of her lavender perfume, mixed with the heat of our bodies.

Sara was on top of me, her hips rocking back and forth, riding me with a rhythm that had me losing my mind. "Ahh... ahhh... yeahhh... so good... ahh..." she moaned, her voice breathy and raw, filling the space between us.

Her hands pressed hard against my chest, fingers digging into my skin, and her boobs bounced with every move she made, catching the light just right. I couldn’t keep my hands off her ass, my fingers gripped her hips tight, guiding her as she moved.

"Arghh..." I groaned, the pleasure building up inside me, making my head spin. The bed creaked under us, but it was so soft it swallowed half our weight, like we were melting into it.

Then, out of nowhere, she slowed down just enough to look me in the eyes, her dark hair falling messy over her face. "Ezra..." she said, her voice still shaky from the moans, "do you enjoy sex with other women even after knowing you love Aeri?"

I didn’t answer right away—just groaned louder, "Arghh... ahh..."—trying to focus on the feeling of her instead of her words. Her hips slammed down harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room, wet and messy. She wasn’t letting it go, though. Her hands slid up from my chest, grabbing the red belt that’d been locked around my neck. She yanked it toward her, looping it around my neck in one quick move, pulling me up closer to her face.

Slap. Her hand cracked across my cheek, sharp and stinging. "Answer me, bitch... ahh... answer, I said... ahh..." she demanded, her voice a mix of moans and anger, her hips never stopping their relentless pace.

I gritted my teeth, the sting on my face blending with the tightness building in my cock. "Stop asking stupid questions... arghh..." I managed to get out, my voice rough and strained.