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EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures  Novel Cover

EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures

⚠️ Warning: [ Smut! Smut! Smut! ahead. For audiences 18yrs and older. Readers discretion is strongly advised. Enter at your own detriment.] He leaned in again, his breath warm and intoxicating on my ear, and he gave me a deep, possessive kiss. "Now," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that settled deep in my core. "Now let Daddy feed you his cock." He straightened up and, with a powerful, smooth motion, reached for the waistband of his faded grey sweatpants. He pulled them down, and as the thin fabric dropped to his ankles, I saw it. His cock. ********************** Welcome to EDEN....or in other words (Paradise): Where Pain is Pleasure👄. Desire is Control😈, and sin lingers like an afterthought. This is a collection of different erotic forbidden tales that are bound to make you drip under the covers. It's not just a book, but a need, a release.....an escape. Contains mature/raw explicit scenes, strong vulgar languages, taboo relationships layered with Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Degradation and Power play dynamics. If this is your kink, I dare you to venture into the forbidden🍏.....
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Chapter 4

He didn't waste a second more. With a final push of the thin fabric with his feet, he completely pulled the grey sweats off, tossing them to the side. His powerful, muscular frame, now utterly bare and dominating, stood over me.

In one swift, surprising action, he lifted me effortlessly off the table. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and my legs hooked around his waist, my exposed, lace-clad body molded against his hot, hard skin.

He carried me over to a corner of the room, pressing my back against the cold wall with a soft thud. The change in temperature was shocking, but the heat radiating from his body was all-consuming. My wet, throbbing core was perfectly positioned, aimed directly at the thick, veiny length of his desire.

I had no time to prepare, no space for a breath or a thought.

There was only the brutal, glorious urgency of the moment. He didn't ask; he simply took.

In one hard, decisive thrust, he filled me up completely.

A raw, primal sound...half gasp, half triumphant "Oh God, fuck!"...tore from my throat, the impact forcing my eyes to flutter shut. The sensation of being stretched, claimed, and utterly penetrated was a surging jolt that traveled from my deepest core to the tips of my toes.

I opened my eyes a crack, looking up at his face. A slow, predatory smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a look of ultimate victory.

"Oh no, Mia," he rumbled, his voice a dark, gravelly vibration against my ear. "God has nothing to do with this. This was all my doing."

And then he began.

He slammed hard into me again, over and over, a beast claiming its prize. The sound of our bodies connecting...my ass cheeks slapping against his muscled thighs...filled the room's space, a wet, rhythmic echo against the wall.

With each powerful thrust, I moaned loudly, clinging to him for dear life as my exposed breasts bounced and giggled right in front of his chest. I couldn't get enough, my pussy walls stretching and gripping his forbidden length with a desperate eagerness I hadn't known I possessed.

"Please, fuck me harder, Daddy! Don't stop!" I urged, sounding almost out of breath from the sheer, relentless sensation surging through me.

His movements became more intense, more relentless. My moans mixed with his deep, guttural grunts of effort and pleasure.

"Since my son won't fulfill his duties as a husband," he growled out, still slamming hard, his hips a piston against mine, "I'm more than willing to do the job for him."

His breath was hot and ragged on my neck. "You're so beautiful, Mia...so fucking sexy. Do you know how long I've waited for this moment?"

His words pierced through the haze of lust. "It was such a waste for you being married to him, when I could have you all to myself... but that changes right this moment."

A shiver of genuine, horrified excitement ran through me. Hearing him, I couldn't help but feel that everything he said was the truth. The realization hit me: I had no idea my father-in-law had been fantasizing about me, about this. I had forgotten what it felt like to be wanted, to be craved by a man, who would take me like this, ever since Ethan's consistent lack of fulfillment had starved my needs.

Now that we had both crossed the forbidden line, I wondered just how far we would eventually go in this game of illicit, burning desire.

But one thing was certain: nothing would ever be the same again between us. The thought should have terrified me, but it didn't. I honestly didn't mind it, not one bit, as long as I got to enjoy this feeling over and over again.

Just then, he stopped mid-thrust, his massive length pausing just short of fully pulling out. He adjusted his stance, a slight, almost imperceptible shift, lifting me a fraction higher against the wall, before he slammed into my very wet core again.

This time, the angle was absolute perfection.

He hit a sensitive spot deep inside me, a coil of nerves that screamed in sheer, agonizing ecstasy. "Oh! Ahhh!" I gasped, my back arching violently off the cold wall, my head thrown back in a silent shriek.

One of his hands wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me steady against the wall, locking me in place. His other hand lifted, snaking up to my head, and snagged a handful of my sweat-soaked hair, pulling it back.

It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't painful, either...just a rough, commanding grip that exposed my throat and intensified my angle on his grinding hips.

He began to thrust again, relentless, unwavering, hitting that perfect spot again, and again, and again. I was almost screaming.

"Yes! Fuck....right there Daddy! Mmmm....please don't stop!"

He leaned his face close, his breath hot and wet against my ear, the sheer power of his hips never once pausing.

"Right here?" he teased, his voice a low, challenging growl. "You want Daddy to keep fucking your sweet, dripping pussy right here?"

I couldn't mutter any coherent words. My face was a mask of undeniable, rapturous pleasure, my jaw slack, my eyes rolled back to the white ceiling. I could only manage a frantic, desperate nod, biting down hard on my bottom lip.

His thrust intensified, speeding up until I was being utterly, completely hammered against the wall. I felt so dirty, so used, but it didn't matter. This was what I desperately wanted: to be treated like a slut, to be fucked without mercy and utterly wrecked.

My lips parted, raw moans trailing out, and I felt the coiled knot of my climax tightening, approaching with every single, savage stroke.

"Are you enjoying Daddy's cock, Mia?" he asked, his voice clipped and demanding, a new depth of dominance in his tone.

"Y-yes," I managed to whisper, barely a sound.

"Will you be giving this pussy to your husband again, after I've already claimed it?"

I shook my head, but he stopped the violent rhythm just long enough to demand, "Use your words, Mia. Say it. Tell me who owns this pussy now."

The shameful, primal plea came again, the words I was desperate to give him. "Y-you."

He grunted in dissatisfaction. "I can't hear you, Mia. Say it louder."

"It's you, Daddy!" I cried, the word loud, desperate, and true. "I'm yours, Daddy! This pussy is all fucking yours!"

Satisfied with my response, he smirked and began to bang into me more violently, his pace a final, desperate race.

I whimpered, "Shit, I'm going to cum," then screamed out, "Fuck, Daddy! I'M CUMMING!"

My nails gripped and dug into his muscled shoulders as I held onto him, my head and mouth now pressed into the corner of his neck, biting gently and jerking with the impact and pleasure, my moans filling his ears.

"Yes, that's it! Cum for Daddy, cum on Daddy's cock!" he grunted, his own breathing ragged, sounding like he was about to release as well.

In one final, deep, powerful thrust, he shattered me.

My body spasmed, jerked, and trembled violently on him as the orgasm hit...a fierce, white-hot tidal wave. Simultaneously, he grunted with a raw sound of release as his hot, thick cum filled me up, the internal warmth a final, beautiful act of possession.

Our bodies heaved and panted against each other, glued together by sweat and passion. We stayed like that for a split second, both riding the intoxicating aftershocks of our shared climax.

Then, with a final, wet pop sound, his cock pulled out of me, no longer hard like it was just moments ago.

He dropped me gently down to the floor, now towering over me with his muscular frame. He used his hand to lift my face by my chin until our eyes met. His gaze was no longer feral, but soft, comforting, and deeply reassuring.

He leaned down and planted a soft, lingering kiss on my lips...a contrast to the urgent assault of his earlier kiss.

"From now on, we have each other," he whispered, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "You never have to feel alone again. Whenever you need me, my door is always open to you."

He smoothed a stray piece of hair from my cheek.

"This is our own dirty little secret to keep."

A profound sense of reassurance and a thrilling, illicit excitement warred within me. I was looking forward to everything that was to come.

I smiled a small, genuine smile up at the most dangerous, most satisfying man I had ever known and responded back to him, my voice a breathy promise.

"Yes, Daddy."

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