Forbidden Desires (short erotical stories)

After he left I just lay down thinking about what just happened, I was so weak to get up but I just had to,to prevent my bestfriend from noticing anything. I stood up wore my gown and walk out of the room like nothing had happened,I saw Catherine at the hall way coming to my direction immediately she saw me her eyes lit up "where have you been I've searched everywhere for you" she said while walking to me "Nothing,I just decide to stay in the room for a while" she grabbed my hands and with a pleading eye she said "please will you stay over for the night,I have alot of things to tell you" I was so happy but I did not let it show "okay if you wish" I said it nonchalantly."Thank you Gabriella,I love you" she said while dragging me down the stairs. When we got down stairs,she saw her crush kelvin and ran off to meet him. I just stood by the dining table watching when jade walk over to me and handed me a shot of alcohol,at first I refused but the way he pushed the cup to me I couldn't resist. My head was spinning from the shots Jade had practically shoved down my throat downstairs. He'd been all smiles and that fatherly charm, insisting it was just a bit of fun at the party, but the way he'd held the glass to my lips, his eyes locked on mine, felt way too intense for 'innocent.' Catherine was busy flitting around the living room, playing the perfect host, clueless as ever. I'd muttered something about needing the bathroom and escaped the pounding bass and crowded dance floor, but the liquor slammed into me on the stairs. My knees buckled, the hallway blurring into a dizzy swirl, and I pitched forward, certain I was about to eat carpet. Rough hands grabbed me by the waist, yanking me back against a solid chest before I could fall. I blinked through the haze, and there was Jade Catherine's dad his face close to mine, a mix of worry and something darker flickering in his eyes. His grip stayed firm on my hips, fingers digging into my sides through the thin material of my top, holding me steady. Or maybe holding me in place. "Easy there, Gabriella," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, breath hot against my ear. He was taller than me, his body heat seeping through his shirt as he pressed against my back, one arm sliding around to support me. I could smell his cologne mixed with the faint tang of whiskey probably from the party. My heart hammered, not just from the booze. Upstairs, in Catherine's room, he'd already claimed me: walking in on me with my fingers buried deep, moaning his name, then flipping me over and slamming his thick cock into me from behind, fucking me hard against the headboard until I bit the pillow to stifle my screams. I'd straightened up as best I could, but my thighs still trembled, pussy sore and slick from his cum leaking out. Now, with him this close again, my skin flushed hot, nipples hardening under my dress. "I'm... okay," I mumbled, but my body leaned into him, traitorous and needy. The world still tilted, and Jade's hand smoothed up my side, the other pressing against my stomach to keep me upright. He steered me away from the bathroom door, toward Catherine's room instead the same one where he'd just railed me senseless. "Let's get you somewhere to lie down,"he said, his tone casual but edged with command. He nudged the door open with his shoulder, guiding me inside and shutting it with a soft click that muffled the party noise to a throb. The bed was still messy from earlier, sheets tangled where he'd pinned my wrists and thrust deep, grunting as he filled me up. He eased me onto the edge of the mattress, but instead of letting go, he stepped between my legs, his hands on my knees, parting them just enough to stand closer. Kneeling slightly, he looked up at me, his gaze roaming over my flushed face, down to where my skirt had ridden up. "That alcohol hit you fast. You sure you're alright? You look... worked up." His fingers trailed up my thighs, calloused tips brushing the hem of my skirt, inching higher with deliberate slowness. "Jade, wait-" I started, but the words caught as his hand slid under the fabric, fingertips grazing the damp edge of my panties. He felt it immediately the sticky mess he'd left inside me and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Already wet again? After what I did to you earlier?" He tugged the panties aside, exposing my swollen folds, still tender from his rough pounding. His thumb circled my clit lightly, sending a jolt through me, and I gasped, hips twitching. "Knew you couldn't get enough. Catherine's right downstairs, but here you are, dripping for her dad." Before I could protest or beg he leaned in, his mouth replacing his thumb. His tongue licked a slow stripe up my slit, tasting his own release mixed with my arousal, then delved deeper, lapping at my entrance like he was starving. I moaned, hands flying to his hair, gripping the short strands as he sucked on my clit, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch off the bed. "Fuck, you taste good," he growled against me, the vibration humming through my core. Two thick fingers pushed inside, stretching me open, curling to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. He pumped them steadily, his tongue flicking and swirling, building the pressure fast. The room filled with wet sounds, my juices coating his chin as I ground against his face, chasing the release. It hit me like a wave, my pussy clenching around his fingers, thighs squeezing his head as I came with a choked cry. He didn't stop, licking me through it until I shuddered, oversensitive and panting. Jade pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark with lust. He stood, unbuckling his belt with quick, efficient movements, his cock springing free hard and veined, just as I'd remembered it throbbing inside me earlier. "Not done yet, sweetheart. Turn over." I obeyed, hazy from the orgasm and booze, flipping onto my hands and knees. He hiked my skirt up, yanking my panties down to my thighs, and positioned himself behind me. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, slick and ready, then he thrust in deep with one brutal stroke, bottoming out. I bit my lip to muffle the moan, but he didn't hold back hips snapping forward, fucking me hard and fast, his hands gripping my ass to pull me back onto him. "So tight, taking Daddy's cock like a good girl," he grunted, each word punctuated by a slap of skin. The bed creaked under us, the risk of Catherine or anyone hearing making it all the more thrilling. He reached around, fingers rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts, pushing me toward another edge. I came again, walls fluttering around him, and that set him off he buried himself deep, groaning as he pumped hot spurts of cum into me, filling me up once more. We collapsed forward, his weight pressing me into the mattress, both of us breathing ragged. After a minute, he pulled out, a trickle of his seed leaking down my thigh. He helped me sit up, straightening my clothes with surprisingly gentle hands. "Better? Now, let's get you back to the party before anyone misses us." As we slipped into the hallway, he leaned close, whispering, "This isn't over. Come find me later." My pulse raced at the promise, wondering how much more I could take before the night unraveled completely.