Forbidden Cravings

The air in Elizabeth's massive bedroom was heavy, charged with heat and the scent of her pussy. The morning light spilled through the tall windows, glinting off the polished marble floor and casting soft shadows across the curved couch where we tangled.

Elizabeth's moans filled the room, fast and desperate—"Ahh… ahhh… ahmm"—as my fingers thrust inside her pussy, my tongue flicking relentlessly over her clit. Her thighs trembled around my head, her slick folds pulsing under my lips, her body practically vibrating with need.

"Ah… let it out…" I groaned against her heated skin, my voice muffled as I tasted her juices, her pussy spasming like crazy. She was beyond turned on, her pussy rubbing against my face, chasing every touch.

"Ahh… ahh… w-wait… I'm cumm…ming… ahh…" Elizabeth's voice broke, her words tumbling out in a breathless rush. Her body tensed, her walls tightening around my fingers as she teetered on the edge. A sudden gush of her juices splashed against my hand, her pussy clenching hard as the tension built.

"Yeah, cum now, cum!" I urged, my voice rough with urgency.

I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them just right, and she jolted, her whole body arching off the couch.

"Argh, fuck!" she cried, her thighs clamping tight around my face, her hips bucking as her orgasm hit like a wave. Her juices coated my fingers, my lips, my chin, warm and slick, as she grabbed my head, holding me against her pussy, riding out every pulse of pleasure.

"Ahh… yeahhh… so good…" she moaned, her voice low and sultry, a satisfied smile spreading across her lips. Her legs were still trembling, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her dark eyes half-lidded with bliss.

I pulled back, exhaling hard. "Huff…huff ahhh…" My face was soaked, glistening with her release, and I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, my heart pounding like I'd just run a marathon. I sat up, the couch creaking under me.

"Ezra…" Elizabeth's voice was soft but commanding, pulling my gaze to her.

She spread her arms wide, her legs even wider, her lace bra barely holding her boobs, her body an open invitation.

The sight of her—bold, hot, and wanting me—hit like a punch. But it also dragged up the morning, the sting of Aeri's rejection, her cold words cutting me open. The anger flared, raw and sharp. Aeri didn't want me, no matter how much I begged, but here was Elizabeth, married and powerful, looking at me like I was everything. It messed with my head, made my thoughts blur until I couldn't think straight.

"Ahh, fuck," I groaned, the frustration spilling out as I leaned over her, my body pressing against hers. Her breasts pushed against my chest, the lace of her bra scratching slightly, a sharp contrast to her soft skin.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, and our lips crashed together in a desperate, messy kiss. Her mouth was hungry, her tongue teasing mine, and I kissed her back like I was trying to drown out everything else—Aeri, the brothel, the mess of my life.

I reached for the clasp of her dark cream lace bra, my fingers fumbling with the front clip until it snapped open.

The fabric fell away, revealing her full, soft tits, her nipples already hard. My breath caught, a low groan escaping me.

"Ahh, baby, so fucking big and sexy," I said, my voice rough as I leaned down, my lips closing around one nipple, sucking gently. My hands cupped her big balls, squeezing their softness, my mouth moving to the other nipple, teasing it with my tongue.

Elizabeth let out a soft moan, her hands sliding into my hair, pulling me closer.

"Glad you love my tits, handsome," she purred, her voice dripping with confidence. Her fingers trailed down my chest, then lower, finding the buckle of my belt.

With a quick, practiced move, she unfastened it, the metal clinking softly. She tugged the zipper down, her eyes locked on mine, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

I leaned back just enough to help, shoving my jeans and underwear down in one go, kicking them off my feet. They hit the floor with a soft thud, leaving me as naked as she was.

Elizabeth's eyes roamed over me, bold and unashamed, her grin widening as she looked at my naked body.

We were both fully exposed now, sprawled across her massive curved couch, the morning light casting shadows over our bodies. The room felt like it was holding its breath, the only sounds our quick breaths and the faint hum of the world outside.

Elizabeth lay back, her dark hair fanning out, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. She slid two fingers down, opening her pussy, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Come fill this pussy with your dick, Ezra," she said, her voice low and teasing, that grin of hers daring me to move.

My pulse spiked, my body reacting before my brain could catch up.

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me," I muttered, crawling over her, my hands gripping her hips. She laughed softly, her legs spreading wider, inviting me closer.

I positioned myself, my breath hitching as I looked down at her—open, ready, and so damn sure of what she wanted.

"You sure about this?" I asked, my voice low, a last flicker of hesitation breaking through the haze. Aeri's face flashed in my mind again, her cold words, the way she'd pushed me away. But Elizabeth was here, real and warm, her body calling to me.

Elizabeth reached up, her fingers brushing my cheek, then sliding to the back of my neck. "I've never been more sure," she said, her voice soft but firm. "I want you, Ezra. Right here, right now."

That was all I needed. I leaned down, kissing her hard, my lips crashing against hers as I pressed myself closer, ready to lose myself in her and forget everything else.