All Chapters of Forbidden Fairytales (A Short Story Collection): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

We stood dangerously close, our breaths mingled together. I could see his chest heave up and down with the heaviness of his breathing."I've been thinking about you all day" He said, his eyes carrying a vulnerability that wasn't present in the elevator. It was like he was making a confession.And I felt the same way too. "Me too"His hand found my waist. Tentatively slow.Like I might turn into dust if he touched.Not rough.Not rushed.Just inevitable.“You feel exactly how I pictured,” he murmured.My fingers curled into his shirt."How did you picture me?"He smiled. “irresistible ”His lips hovered barely an inch away from mine, silently asking for permission. Permission I granted by closing the space, placing a feather kiss on his lips.His grip on my waist tightened as he took control of the kiss, his tongue invading my mouth.A collision of want and restraint snapping at once.His hands slid up my sides, warm and grounding and sending shivers everywhere.My breath broke against

I could swear Trevor's plan was to fuck my brains out. That was the only explanation for the way he looked at me and the things he did right after."I want you naked" It wasn't a request, he went right ahead to pulling off my clothes.My top went off first, then my pants. I stood awkwardly under his watching gaze in my matching white lace panties and bra."Fucking sexy" Trevor groaned. It gave me a sense of pride and confidence that he liked what he saw."Let's go to your room" he continued, giving me his hand to lead the way.He whistled behind me at the view of my ass.I chuckled in response. I always knew I had a beautiful ass.Being in my room was more private. It was like letting him into my heart. He looked round the room and I tried to see it from his eyes. The nude pink walls and bed sheets, the choco brown dress table and wardrobe, the white beanbag lying close to the window.It was a normal room, but it was my safe haven."You have perfect taste" he hummed "and you taste

I brace myself as he positions the toy, and he’s right, he doesn’t play easy. He shunts it straight in, using my own excitement as lube. “Fuck!” “Take it, Holly.” I suck in breaths as he works it – circling – and slowly, I relax into the stretch. My hips start to buck on instinct. “That’s it, show me how much of a whore you are,” he says. The beast of a man lowers himself so his face is between my legs, his big, grey beard tickling my open thighs as he sweeps his tongue against me. I use my fingers to spread myself, and his tongue finds my clit. He sucks until I cry out, and I buck harder, frantic. User 677 is going to make me come… and he knows it. He feels it. Yes. I’m ready. I’m fucking ready. But he’s not. He laughs as he pulls his face away, beard glistening. “You won’t come until I let you, you understand?” I groan at the ceiling, breaths rapid as I force a nod. “Yes, Sir.” He pulls the toy out with a vicious slurp

Mommy dearest married my step dad when I was seventeen. They were a terrible match For one, Dr. Philly is a professor at the local university and he’s a real brainiac. He dressed in cardigans and wore glasses. He spent most of his evenings with his nose buried in a thick stack of research and if it weren’t for the fact that his body demanded it, I don’t even think he’d take a break to eat or sleep…or do anything else for that matter. And then there was my mom. Well, to put it mildly, my mom was the exact opposite. She was a social butterfly — in fact, that’s how they met at some book club event where Dr. Philly was coerced into attending for the sake of funding for his latest project — and she was an indiscriminate flirt. So yeah, when Mommy Dear brought home Dr. Philly I didn’t buy into the whole thing. I figured she’d bore of his academic nature and move on, which she did — I do know Mommy well — but she also moved on without me. Oh, don’t get me wrong, she put on a good

I stopped and grabbed his cock, shocking him with my sudden grip. “Daddy…don’t you want to fuck me again? I know you do. And I want you to fuck me again and again and again until we’re both so exhausted we can’t even move. I want you to fuck my ass, my pussy, my mouth…anyplace you can stick that fat cock. And then, I want to stick my tongue up your ass. Have you ever had that done to you?” I asked, getting my answer in his shocked expression. I laughed and tugged gently. “You’re going to love it, Daddy. There’s nothing better than getting your ass rimmed. I’ll even teach you how to do it to me.” “You’ve done all these things?” he asked, incredulous as he followed me to his master bathroom. “But you’re so young!” “Daddy,” I said, smiling. “When it comes to fucking, I’m older and definitely more experienced than you. But I think it’s super cute that you think otherwise.” I knew without having to look that his eyes were glued to my gently swaying ass, and that he was imagining