Chapter 4: Forbidden Passion
The taste of him, musky and familiar, still coated Chloe’s throat as she crawled up his body, her eyes locked on his with a defiance that erased any previous shyness. “My turn,” she breathed, not asking, and she guided the thick, veined head of his cock to her entrance, already slick and eager for him. With a sharp gasp, she sank down, taking him in a single, punishing drop that stretched her wide, her cunt clenching around the unbelievable girth. “Fuck, Simon,” she moaned, her head falling back as she began to ride him with a frantic, rising rhythm, each thrust punching the air from her lungs. The lewd, wet sound of their joining filled the chaotic room, a stark counterpoint to the silent, elegant betrayal happening down the hall in her mother’s bedroom.