Forbidden Ecstasy part 1 | A Short Story Collab with Asia Monique
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Asia Monique and I are back with an erotic short story series to give you something to look forward to on Freaky Fridays’.
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(Before you proceed, please note that this short story is arousing, adventurous, and downright raunchy. I encourage you to read with an open mind to thoroughly enjoy the passion within.)
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SADE
Last week, I only needed a small fix. This week, I was doubling back for more.
“Ms. Champion?” The preppy hotel attendant at The Ritz-Carlton tapped the space bar aggressively. She tucked her frazzled, ginger bangs behind her ears, huffed at the computer screen, and grumbled under her breath.
I’d never seen her before; she had to be new. The others were up to speed, they’d familiarized me and had learned to give me the proper key card whenever I arrived.
“My apologies. Our system is updating. One second, please.”
I didn’t have a second to spare, but I managed to nod and smile politely, anyway. It was like my body knew where I was. My pulsating pussy was aware that he was in the building.
Dominic was here.
He was in the same beautiful suite that he always booked upon my request or his dire need of me.
“Here you are, Ms. Champion. You’re in suite 432, and you can find that on the—”
“Top floor.” I smiled again, this time extending my hand for the key card I needed to access the room.
“Yes.” She returned a faint smile and placed the sleeved key card in my hand. “If there is anything else you may need, Ms. Champion, please don’t hesitate to let us know.
“Perfect,” I chirped and strutted toward the gold elevator doors.
After pressing the button to step onto the elevator, I giggled while looking down at my attire. It wasn’t the oversized trench coat I wore over my birthday suit that tickled me. Being referred to as Ms. Champion got me every time. The name didn’t belong to me, but the title was given to me by a man who said I rode dick like a champion.
I was proud of the name.
The elevator chimed as the steel doors opened. I looked up before stepping forward, then stopped in my tracks and released a small gasp.
“Dominic,” I whispered. He leaned against the side of the elevator with his gaze pinned on me. As his golden-brown orbs danced over me, he smirked and licked his lips. His flawless brown skin glowed under the illumination of the light.
“Hey,” I whispered again. Dominic nodded for me to join him, and once I was inside, he pressed the button to close the doors.
“I’ve been waiting on you for too long.” He backed me into the furthest corner of the spacious lift. “And you know what happens when you make me wait,” he said.
His full lips grazed my earlobe, and his deep voice gave me chills.
“Remind me,” I practically begged.
I wanted him.
No one else knew how to please me like Dominic. It wasn’t right to cheat on my boyfriend of four months with an ex I’d spent three toxic years with, but the sex was amazing. The love we made was incomparable to anything I’d ever experienced.
He chuckled at my heavy panting and lifted my chin. Towering over me, he leaned down and parted my lips with his tongue. Distracted by a kiss that made my juices flow, I hadn’t realized he’d gone inside my trench coat until he rubbed my clit.
“Dominic.” I exhaled deeply. “Not here.”
My mouth said no, but I held onto his arm as he picked up the pace, rubbing my love button exactly how I liked it.
I panicked when the elevator chimed again. The top floor was eight flights up, and we'd only made it to the second one. “Dominic—”
He shushed me with a kiss and embraced me tightly. With his fingers still pressed down on my clit, he pulled back and stared at me. His eyes warned me to act natural; his sly smile controlled my body.
His back faced the door while he focused on me. A pale-faced man dressed in a business suit getup stepped on and glanced at us for a moment before turning his back to us. Dominic had only given me a short moment before he resumed rubbing my clit.
“You’re wet as fuck,” he murmured in my ear, his voice drowned out by the soft jingles. The heat of his breath rocked my world. “Get your first one out of the way,” he instructed. This was reckless, and he knew it, but it was one of his favorite ways to please me. The thrill of us getting caught turned him on.
I shook my head, silently pleading. He knew better than anyone else that I was noisy, especially whenever he brought me to a climax.
“You made me wait for you, Sade,” he whispered and smirked.
Seven p.m.
It was the time we met up. We were never certain of the day we would meet, but the time never changed. Tonight, I’d exceeded our regularly scheduled time by thirty minutes. For that, there would be consequences.
“Do that thing I like,” his voice was so loud in my ear that I feared the stranger in front of us overheard him.
Focusing on the back of the stranger’s head, I tried my hardest to grind on Dominic’s fingers quietly. He whispered the naughtiest things in my ear as I stifled my moans against his shoulder and moved my hips. My wet pussy grinding against his fingers was loud, emitting like a faucet of lightly running water. Dominic chuckled at my panic-stricken expression. On one end, I was thoroughly pleased, and on the other, I was scared the man in front of us would turn around in horror.
But Dominic didn’t care.
Each time I slowed down, he picked up the pace himself, threatening to heighten the intensity if I didn’t behave. My pants were becoming louder than my thoughts.
“Please,” I whispered, knees buckling underneath me. My climax increased by the second as I was so close to making a big scene during an explosive orgasm.
“I need you to come for me.” The way he’d said it was stern and pleading. Now, I wanted to come for him. And I wanted to come for him just as badly as he needed me to.
“Yes, daddy.” I nodded slowly.
Another chime from the elevator startled me. Before stepping off, the stranger looked back at us before exiting quickly.
Dominic chuckled at my wide eyes. He pressed his lips against my neck and whispered against my spot, “You’re distracted. Close your eyes.”
I knew I didn’t have a choice in it, so I cupped the side of his face and made him face me. I smiled at his lips and licked mine before leaning in to kiss him.
I prayed no one else entered the elevator. My fingers were crossed as I moaned up toward the ceiling, grinding on his fingers with my eyes closed.
“Damn.” He groaned in my ear. “You’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Dominic,” I soothed, unable to control myself any longer. My body spasmed and quivered as he held me in his arms and coached me through it. His middle finger entered me as my juices trailed down his arm.
Dominic pulled his finger out teasingly, then wiped my juices along my lips, kissing me afterward.
“I can’t wait to get you in the room,” he said.
Dominic’s hand was already around my neck when we stepped inside our luxury suite. He stripped me out of the trench coat that belonged to him, then fell to his knee, and put my leg over his shoulder. He buried his face against my pussy, attempting to devour me whole. Dominic remained tall, even on his knees. With his hand wrapped securely around my neck, he squeezed gently, applying minimal pressure while circling his warm tongue around my clit.
Suddenly, my body jerked forward. He quickly held me upright by removing his hand from my neck and grabbing my ass.
“No no no...” My pleas didn’t deter him. He’d eased half of his finger inside my ass, and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as I whimpered for mercy. The tongue lashings on my clit made my body convulse.
No turned into yes before I wrapped my mind around it. “Yes. Finger my ass, Dominic. Taste your pussy, Dominic.”
He provided the greatest ecstasy a girl could ask for.
DOMINIC
“Ohhh, God!” She moaned loudly as her body convulsed in my arms.
“That’s not my name,” I growled, attacking her already sensitive bud with vigor.
“D-Dominicc.” I watched her attentively with an accomplished smirk on my face, as an array of facial expressions played out on her beautiful, caramel-colored face. What we were doing wasn’t right, but in this moment, I didn’t give a fuck.
Her body was my weakness.
I craved her like this.
I needed her like this!
“Give me one more,” I mumbled against her clit, letting the vibration of my voice send shock waves through her body again. “One more.”
She’d already given me three body-jerking orgasms, but I was selfish… and greedy.
I wanted more.
“I-I can’t.” She whined. “I—”
My desire for her to come for me was far more important than her pleas for me to stop. Her mind betrayed what her body wanted from this encounter, and what her body craved.
It’s what had her doubling back for another sample of what only I could give her. If I was being honest, the fiancé I was hiding from her didn’t compare nor compete with Sade in this area of our relationship.
After deciding I needed to feel her right now, I lapped the juices that were leaking from her before removing her leg from my shoulder. She pressed her shaky body up against the wall behind her to keep from falling. I stood up, towering over her small frame that fell into my arms.
A flicker of old feelings rushed through me, but I shook them away and bent her over the couch. While wrapping one hand around the back of her neck, my other hand sent two hard slaps to her plump ass.
“Please, Dominic!” Sade pleaded. The strain in her voice was an indication that she was ready for more, but tonight I wanted to take my time.
I wanted to show her something.
Leaning forward, I slowly slid my tongue down the middle of her back until I reached the top of her ass.
She squirmed underneath me, and with every move of her body, my dick hardened.
It was ready for her.
Taking both my hands, I spread her ass cheeks and slowly slid inside her wet tunnel.
“You’re so fucking wet. Only I make you this wet, right?” I asked, taunting her with deep and slow sensual strokes.
“Only you.” She whimpered, and her grip on the sofa pillows got tighter and tighter. I kept my strokes steady, knowing I wouldn’t last for much longer before the urge to make love to her and then fuck her senseless took over.
Her walls had a death grip on my dick.
“That feels so good, baby. Go deeper,” she said.
Gripping her neck, I pulled her body toward me; the arch in her back was sexy as hell. Sade had always been flexible. She enjoyed being twisted in many different positions, and I enjoyed putting her in them.
Pushing deeper inside of her, I sped my strokes up. “Throw that shit back,” I said. And without missing a beat, Sade met my every stroke. “Just like that. Fuck, this pussy is so wet.” The only sound that could be heard throughout the room was her ass smacking into my pelvis.
“Ah! Ah! Pleaseeee,” she screamed out before alerting me she was close. Her walls pulsated around me; I could feel her heart beating through her pussy.
She was ready to explode, but I wasn’t.
Pulling out, I turned her around and lifted her into the air, placing her wet pussy on my face. I circled my tongue around her clit while carrying her to the bedroom attached to the luxury suite I’d spent thousands on for one night.
Lowering her from my face, I set her on her feet and fell back onto the bed. I watched her through low eyes as she stood at the end of the bed with a scowl on her face.
I stopped her from getting what she wanted for a reason.
“You know what I want.” I nodded once, watching as her scowl turned into a seductive smile. Sade climbed onto the bed and stood over me. With her feet planted flatly, she slowly lowered herself onto my dick. Stopping midway, she placed her hands on her knees and bounced her ass up and down.
“Fuckkk.” I groaned.
After giggling at my outburst, she stopped teasing me and slid down until her pussy had completely devoured my dick. She slowly twisted her hips with her feet still firmly planted. I was stuck in a trance, watching her do what she was undefeated at while holding back from moaning.
She was so fucking sexy. The way her left hand gripped her right breast kept me hypnotized. Her eyes were closed, and her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. Soft whimpers emitted from her, followed by four words I hadn’t heard in a long time.
“I love you, Dominic.” It was almost a whisper, but I’d heard her loud and clear. All movement stopped, and then her eyes popped open, and shock played out on her face. I tapped her thigh, signaling for her to adjust her legs. She followed my silent request without a fight.
Pulling her toward me, I wrapped one arm tightly around her body while the other gripped her ass. “You can’t say shit like that and expect me not to lose all sense,” I spoke into her ear.
My next set of strokes was hard and deep.
Oh God, Dominic. I-I…” Whatever she wanted to say never left her lips as her body convulsed. Not able to hold back any longer, I released deeply inside of her. After a few moments, her body relaxed in my arms. Slowly, but surely, our breathing evened out.
She lifted her head and looked at me, and we stared at each other for what felt like hours. Her eyes said what her words would never admit.
Suddenly, she opened her mouth to speak but the loud ringing of her phone made her leap off my dick and race into the living room area of our hotel suite.
Back to reality.
Climbing out of bed, I reached for my phone and checked for missed calls. Sure enough, there were a few missed calls and texts from my fiancé of five months, Juliette. I set my phone back down and pulled open the drawer that held my Black Ion-Plated engagement band that Juliette begged me to wear. Sitting up on the bed, I slid it onto my finger. The intense feeling that spread throughout me wasn’t a good one. While twisting it around my finger, thoughts of what and who I really wanted played out in my mind.
“Hey, I have to—” Sade stopped mid-sentence before I looked up at her. “Is that a—”
“Yes,” I answered honestly. When our eyes finally met, the sadness in hers made me feel like shit. “It is. I was going to tell you but—”
“No need. I get it. I… um… I have to go.” She rushed out of the room, and seconds later, the suite door slammed.
“Fuck!” I shouted and snatched the ring off my finger, tossing it across the room. “Fuck!”
TO BE CONTINUED
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