Taboo Longing's Forbidden Embrace

I remember every detail about that night. The faint hum of the TV in the background, the soft glow of the lamp by the couch, and the way his eyes never left mine. Jake, my best friend's dad, was always good at making me feel seen. He was also a master at waiting for the perfect moment. As I sat there, he leaned in. He didn't need to say anything—his intent was clear. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, smell the faint scent of cologne mixed with something uniquely him. His hand gently cupped the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. I let out a soft gasp as he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against mine. When I didn't pull away, that was all the invitation he needed. His tongue slid into my mouth, taking what he wanted. I melted against him, my body responding instinctually to his touch. Jake's hand moved from my neck, trailing down my back. He gripped my hip firmly, grinding me against him. I could feel his hardness, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. Jake's lips moved from my mouth, trailing kisses down my jaw. I let out a moan as he bit down on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my ass before sliding up to cup my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. I hadn't come here for this, but now that it was happening, I couldn't stop. Jake's touch was electric, igniting every nerve ending in my body. I reached for him, fumbling with the button on his jeans. He helped me, quickly shedding his clothes before turning his attention back to me. He pressed me back against the couch, his body covering mine. I could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against my thigh. Jake's mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring as his hand slipped between my legs. He rubbed my clit through my jeans, making me writhe beneath him. I was desperate for more, but Jake wasn't in any hurry. He took his time, teasing and torturing me with his touch. I could feel the wetness seeping through my panties, the ache in my core growing more intense with each passing second. And then, he was inside me. Filling me completely, stretching me in the best way possible. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. Jake set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against mine as he fucked me right there on the couch. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with our moans and gasps. It was raw, primal, and so fucking hot. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my core coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. And when I finally came, it was explosive, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

I was still riding the waves of my orgasm when Jake slowed his pace, his voice a low growl in my ear. "Fuck, you're so tight. So wet." He thrust deep, grinding against my clit. "You feel that?" I nodded, breathless, my body still trembling. "Yes," I managed to gasp out. "Don't stop." He chuckled darkly, his lips finding mine in a brutal kiss. "Never," he promised, his hips picking up speed again. He reached between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles. "Come again," he demanded. "Come on my cock." His words, his touch, his sheer dominance—it sent me spiraling. I could feel another orgasm building, faster and more intense than the first. "Jake," I panted, my hips bucking against his. "Oh god, Jake—" "Say it," he growled, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "Say my name when you come." His fingers worked my clit faster, his cock thrusting deeper. I was a mess of sensations, my body coiled tight as a spring. "Jake," I cried out, my body exploding into another orgasm. My vision went white, my back arching off the couch as I came undone beneath him. I could feel my inner muscles clenching around him, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He groaned, his body tense as he fought for control. "Fuck, you're incredible," he muttered, his hips still moving, drawing out my orgasm. "So fucking tight. So fucking Mine." I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his thrusts becoming erratic. He was close, and the knowledge sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Come with me," I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. His body shuddered, his cock pulsing as he came. He roared out my name, his hips jerking as he filled me with his release. The feeling of him coming undone inside me sent one last shudder through my body, my own orgasm intensifying as I milked every last drop from him. He collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. I could feel his heartbeat, pounding in sync with mine. His lips found my neck, kissing softly, a stark contrast to the rough, demanding man who had just fucked me senseless. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely audible. I smiled, my fingers tracing patterns on his back. "Thank you," I replied, my voice just as soft. His lips moved up to my mouth, kissing me gently. His hands roamed over my body, touching every inch of me as he began to get hard again.

The room was a blur of sensation, the dull throb of the TV forgotten, the lamp casting a warm, intimate glow over our sweaty, entwined bodies. The couch, once a mere piece of furniture, was now a battlefield, a testament to our raw, primal need. The cushions were askew, the throw pillows long forgotten on the floor. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a musky, intoxicating perfume that did nothing but fueled our craving. Jake's body, a hard, sweaty weight on top of me, was a landscape I was already becoming familiar with. The dusting of hair on his chest, the firm muscles of his shoulders, the rough scrape of his stubble—each sensation was a spark to my already ignited nerve endings. His lips, soft and gentle now, were a stark contrast to the demanding, bruising kisses from earlier. But his touch, oh, his touch was relentless, insistent. His hands were everywhere, exploring, claiming, driving me wild. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured against my lips, his voice a low rumble in his chest. His fingers danced down my side, tracing the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist. He gripped my thigh, hitching it higher around his waist, his cock, still hard and throbbing, pressed against my sensitive flesh. "You're like a fucking drug, and I'm helpless to resist." His words, harsh and raw, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. I could feel his cock, slick and hot, sliding against my wetness. He wasn't even inside me, and yet, I was already teetering on the edge of another orgasm. "Jake," I gasped, my hips bucking against him, seeking more friction, more pressure. "Please. I need—" "I know what you need," he growled, his lips capturing mine in a bruising kiss. His hand slipped between us, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing in tight, swift circles. I cried out, my body arching off the couch, my nails digging into his back. "You need to come again," he muttered, his teeth grazing my jaw. "You need to come all over my cock." His words, his touch, his sheer dominance—it sent me spiraling. I could feel another orgasm building, faster and more intense than the last. My body was a live wire, every nerve ending sizzling with electricity. "Jake," I panted, my hips bucking wildly against his. "Oh god, Jake—I'm so close—" "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he groaned, his hips thrusting against mine, his cock sliding through my wetness. "So fucking sexy. I could watch you come all day." His words, his touch, his sheer presence—it was too much. I cried out, my body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through me. My vision went white, my back arching off the couch as I came undone beneath him. I could feel my inner muscles clenching, my body milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. He groaned, his body tense as he fought for control. "Fuck, you're incredible," he muttered, his hips still moving, drawing out my orgasm. "So fucking tight. So fucking mine." But, Jake didn't stop. He moved, his body slick with sweat, his muscles trembling with effort. He flipped me over, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto my knees. The couch cushions shifted beneath me, the rough fabric abrasive against my sensitive skin. I could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressing against my entrance. He didn't wait, didn't tease. He thrust into me, hard and deep, his hips slapping against my ass. I cried out, my body pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal ferocity. The room filled with the sound of our bodies slapping together, our moans and gasps mingling in a symphony of raw, primal need. The lamp cast long, dancing shadows on the walls, the only witness to our carnal dance. The TV in the background, a dull, forgettable hum, was a stark contrast to the fierce, passionate storm raging between us. Jake's hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more demanding. His cock, a relentless, insistent force, filled me completely, stretched me, owned me. And I loved every fucking second of it.

His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body slamming into mine with a force that made the couch shift beneath us. The room filled with the raw, animalistic sounds of our coupling—skin slapping, wet flesh grinding, and the primal grunts and moans that escaped our lips. His cock drove deep, each thrust claiming, each withdrawal a taunt, drawing out a whimper that turned into a cry of need as he filled me again. "I need to hear you," Jake growled, his hand snaking around my throat, pressing gently but firmly. "Tell me how much you want this. Tell me how much you want me." I arched back, my spine curving as I pushed against his grip, his touch. "I want you," I panted, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want your cock. I want you to fuck me harder. Make me scream." His fingers tightened, a possessive, controlling grip that sent a bolt of lust straight to my core. "That's it," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "That's what I want to hear." His other hand moved from my hip, trailing down the curve of my ass, his fingers slipping between my cheeks. I tensed for a moment, a jolt of nervous excitement coursing through me. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Relax," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Let me in." I took a deep breath, forcing my body to relax, to surrender to his touch. His finger, slick with my arousal, circled my tight hole, teasing, probing. I gasped, the sensation foreign yet exhilarating. He pushed gently, his finger slipping inside, inch by inch, stretching me, filling me. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my body pushing back against him, eager for more. The dual sensation of his cock in my pussy and his finger in my ass was overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and pain that left me dizzy with need. He began to move, his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy, his finger fucking my ass in sync with his thrusts. The room spun, the sensations too much, too intense. I was a writhing, moaning mess, my body a playground for his pleasure, his lust, his desire. "That's it," he groaned, his body slapping against mine, his finger driving deeper into my ass. "Take it all. Take everything I give you." His words, his touch, his sheer dominance—it pushed me over the edge. I screamed, my body convulsing, my inner muscles clenching around his cock, my ass tightening around his finger. The orgasm was intense, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that left me seeing stars. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel—the raw, primal, carnal pleasure of his body using mine, claiming mine, owning mine. He roared, his body tensing, his cock swelling inside me. He came with a force that left me breathless, his release hot and pulsating, filling me, coating me. He collapsed on my back, his body slick with sweat, his breaths ragged and harsh. His finger slipped out of my ass, his hand gripping my hip, holding me to him as he rode out his orgasm, his cock still pulsing inside me.

His weight pressed down on me, his breathing ragged and heavy. I could feel his heart pounding against my back, his sweat mingling with mine, a slick, sticky mess that coated our skin. His cock, still semi-hard, throbbed inside me, a pulsating reminder of the intense pleasure we'd just shared. But as the room slowly came back into focus, as the haze of lust and desire began to dissipate, I noticed something. A small, thin line of light seeping in from under the front door. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there. And it was moving. Jake, still panting, didn't seem to notice. His body was relaxed, his muscles slack as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm. But I did. I stiffened, my eyes widening as the line of light grew brighter, more distinct. It was a flashlight, I realized. Someone was outside, shining a light through the keyhole. "Jake," I whispered, my voice urgent. "Someone's outside." He lifted his head, his eyes groggy with post-orgasmic bliss. "What?" "The door," I hissed, nodding towards it. "There's a light." He blinked, his gaze following mine. His body tensed, his cock slipping out of me as he pushed himself up. "What the fuck?" The light flickered, then disappeared. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear it then—soft footsteps, the rustle of fabric, the faint jingle of keys. Someone was unlocking the door. Jake moved quickly, grabbing his jeans from the floor and pulling them on. I scrambled for my dress, my hands shaking as I tugged it over my head. The door creaked open, the hinge squeaking softly. A figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Jake growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. The figure stepped forward, and I recognized the face. It was Jake's wife. Or, at least, the woman I presumed to be his wife. The one he'd mentioned casually, the one he'd said was away on business. The one he'd sworn was out of the picture, out of his life. "But Jake," she drawled, her voice sweet and saccharine. "I'm not away on business. I'm home. And it seems I've caught you in the act."