Forbidden Cravings

The curved couch in Elizabeth's massive bedroom felt like a cocoon, cradling our tangled, naked bodies as we caught our breath. My chest heaved against hers, her soft boobs pressed tight against me, her skin warm and slick with sweat.

My cock was still inside her, her pussy warm and wet, my cum slowly oozing out, a reminder of the intensity we'd just shared.

The morning light spilled through the tall windows, casting a soft glow across the polished marble floor, making the room feel both intimate and unreal, like we'd stepped into a private world where nothing else mattered.

"Ahhh… huff… huff…" Our breaths came in sync, ragged and heavy, as we lay there, her legs still loosely wrapped around me. Her dark hair was a mess, sticking to her flushed cheeks, and her eyes—half-lidded and satisfied—locked onto mine.

"That felt great, right?" she asked, her voice low and husky, a smile playing on her lips. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my back, sending little shivers through me.

"Yeah… too good," I said, grinning back, my voice still rough from exertion. Lying there, pressed against her naked smooth body, felt peaceful in a way I hadn't expected. Her warmth, her softness—it was like the chaos of my life melted away for a moment, leaving just this quiet connection.

I shifted, propping myself up on my elbows to look at her.

"So, what's next?" I asked, my grin widening as I brushed a strand of hair from her face.

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with mischief as she sat up, straddling me now, my softening cock still inside her. Her hands cupped my face, her thumbs brushing my jaw, and my hands instinctively settled on her waist, feeling the curve of her ass.

"I'm free today," she said, her voice teasing but warm. "Why don't you stay with me? Spend the day?"

My eyebrows shot up, a smirk tugging at my lips. "You sure about that?" I asked, glancing toward the door. "I mean, there are people in this house…"

She leaned in closer, her face serious, her eyes boring into mine. "No worries about that," she said, her tone firm, almost commanding. "They're here to listen to me, not the other way around. I am the queen here."

I chuckled, impressed by her confidence. "Oh, is that so?"

"Yes, my Ezra…" she purred, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear.

The way she said my name, the way she claimed me with those words, sent a fresh wave of heat through me. Aeri's rejection flashed in my mind—her cold words, her dismissal—but Elizabeth's hunger for me drowned it out, blanking my thoughts until all I wanted was to let go, to lose myself in her again.

I glanced past her at the four-poster bed across the room, its silky white linens gleaming in the light. A grin spread across my face.

"Can I fuck you on your bed?" I asked, my voice low and playful. "Looks like it's made for couples."

Her eyes lit up, a wicked smile curving her lips. "Take me there and make me beg for mercy," she said, and before I could respond, she kissed me hard, her lips crashing into mine.

Our mouths collided, lips and tongues munching hungrily, the heat between us flaring all over again.

I stood, my hands gripping her thighs as she straddled me tighter, her legs locking around my waist. She clung to me, her arms around my neck, her body pressed so close I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. I carried her across the room, her weight light in my arms, her lips never leaving mine. The bed loomed closer, its soft white linens calling, and I knew we were far from done.

Our lips were locked, the heat of Elizabeth's kiss pulling me under as I carried her across the sprawling bedroom, her legs wrapped tight around my waist. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, glinting off the polished marble floor and casting a soft glow over the four-poster bed ahead.

Its white linens draped like silk curtains, luxurious and inviting, the kind of bed that screamed money and intimacy all at once. In just a few seconds, we crossed the room, and I gently laid her down on the soft mattress, the fabric cool against her skin.

I climbed over her, my body pressing against hers, her naked curves warm and soft beneath me. I kissed her neck, my lips grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear, drawing a soft gasp from her.

My hands roamed to her full tits, squeezing gently as I sucked one nipple, then the other, teasing them with my tongue. My other hand slid between her thighs, my fingers finding her slick hole, still warm and wet from before. I slipped two fingers inside, moving slow but deep, feeling her pussy pulse around me.

"Ahhh… Ezra…" Elizabeth moaned, biting her fingers, her eyes half-closed as she arched into my touch. Her dark hair fanned out on the white linens, her flushed face glowing in the soft light.

I grinned, watching her squirm. "You're still so sensitive here, miss," I said, my voice low and teasing as I pulled her nipple, my fingers curling deeper inside her hole, hitting just the right spot.

"Ahhh…" Her body jolted, a sharp moan escaping her as her hips rocked against my hand.

"I'm horny for you, Ezra… I want your cock to fuck me," she said, her voice raw, desperate, her eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.

"You want my cock, huh?" I said, a smirk tugging at my lips.

I grabbed her leg, gently but firmly, and flipped her around so she was lying face-up, her head near the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor, my erection right in front of her face, her naked body stretched out on the luxurious bed, open and vulnerable.

Elizabeth giggled, a mischievous sound that echoed in the quiet room.

"Heh, someone's feeling like dominating me on my own bed today," she said, her smile wicked as she propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Not something just anyone gets to do, you know."

"Yeah?" I said, my voice rough as I stepped closer, holding her gaze. "Well, suck my dick now." I guided my cock toward her lips, my hand gently cupping her face.

"Ahh… yeahh…" she murmured, her smile widening as she opened her mouth, taking me in with a slow, deliberate motion.

The wet warmth of her lips closed around me, and I let out a low moan, the sensation hitting me like a wave.

"Ahh…" I breathed, my hands tangling in her hair as she worked me, her tongue swirling with a kind of affection that felt almost too intimate for a place this grand.

Her naked body lay open before me, her curves catching the morning light as she sucked my cock, her head between my thighs.

The sight of her—the first lady, bold and powerful, giving herself to me like this in her own luxurious bedroom—made my head spin.

"Arghhh, yeah…" I groaned, my grip tightening on her face as I pushed my cock deeper, her mouth feeling so damn good I could barely stand it.

"God, Elizabeth…" I muttered, my voice shaky as I watched her, her lips moving with skill and care, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. "You're too good at blowjobs."

She pulled back just enough to flash me a teasing grin, her lips glistening. "Only for you, Ezra," she said, her voice low and sultry before she took me back in, her tongue teasing the tip of my dick, sending a fresh jolt through me. My knees buckled slightly, the plush bed and the marble room fading into the background as I lost myself in her, the heat and the moment taking over completely.

Elizabeth's head bobbed as she sucked me off, her lips warm and wet, her tongue teasing in ways that made my knees weak. Her full balls swayed slightly with each movement, catching the light, and I couldn't resist. I leaned down, my hands finding her boobs, massaging them, feeling their softness under my fingers.

"So good, ma'am… arghhh…" I groaned, my voice rough as I looked down at her, her dark hair spilling over the edge of the bed, her eyes flicking up to meet mine with a wicked glint. The sensation of her mouth, the way she took my dick deep in her throat, was driving me wild, my pulse racing as I gripped her tits tighter, my thumbs brushing her nipples.

*Clack*

The sharp sound of the door opening sliced through the air, and my heart stopped. I froze, my eyes darting to the doorway as the maid from earlier—the one in the crisp white-and-black apron—stepped inside, a glass of some frothy shake in her hand.

"Miss Elizabeth, your prescribed shake is read—"

Her voice was casual, routine, until her eyes landed on us.

Me, standing at the edge of the bed, my back to her. Elizabeth, her face nestled between my thighs, her lips wrapped around my cock as she gives me or I am giving her a blowjob.

The maid's eyes widened, her jaw dropping as she stood rooted to the spot, the glass trembling slightly in her hand.

Elizabeth stopped too, her lips still against my dick, her eyes darting to the maid.

The sudden stillness in the room like a held breath. My face burned, my heart hammering so loud I was sure they could both hear it.

"Ehhh…" I managed, my voice barely a squeak, my mind scrambling for something—anything—to say.

This wasn't just awkward; it was a disaster. Getting caught like this, with the first lady, in her own bedroom? My stomach churned.