Free Tales of the Forbidden by Jaden Sinclair

her.
    “I want nothing more than to have your lips wrapped around my cock,” he told her in a thick, desire-filled voice. “But now isn’t the time for that. What it is time for is for your sweet pussy to wrap tightly around my cock.”
    Devon grasped her gently by her arms, pulling her over his body. He turned her so that she was facing away and lowered her onto his waiting cock. The heat and wetness almost made him come, but he gritted his teeth and fought back.
    “Up and down, Kera,” he instructed her. “Just fuck me hard, up and down.”
    Kera did as he told her to do. She leaned forward, held onto his legs, and moved her hips strong and fast, up and down. The gasps and pants that came from her lips, as well as the sweet tightness gripping him, really tested Devon’s control.
    Kera screamed as orgasm after orgasm washed over her.
    Only when it seemed she could move no more did he shift positions. He sat up, forced her to her hands and knees, and rammed into her like a man possessed. The final scream that 55
     
     
     
    came from Kera was the last for the night. Her muscles tightened down so hard on his cock and with such intensity that Devon thought she might break him. Cries of pure bliss escaped him, causing him to rear back and shove as hard and as deep inside her as he could possibly get.
    It took Devon the longest time to catch his breath. He had never had a woman with this much passion before. Furthermore, he’d never had a woman all night. Most of the others in the Compound were women to be fucked without emotion, forgotten, and left behind.
    Devon removed himself slowly from Kera’s heat and moaned as his sensitive cock brushed her clit. He pushed her hair from her face and smiled. She was out cold. He knew this time she wouldn’t be waking up until morning. With his smile still in place, he went about the task of cleaning them both up yet again.
    He carried her to the bed and tucked her in. Then he crawled in next to her, enjoying the feel of her heat next to his own.
    “Sleep well, Kera,” he said as he kissed her forehead, “In the morning, your life changes.”
     
     
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    When Devon awoke in the morning, he was surprised at how relaxed his body felt. In fact, he was so relaxed that he didn’t want to get out of bed or move. He stared at Kera and smiled at the peaceful look on her face. The sheet was tucked under her arms, showing the outline of her breasts. One arm was up by her ear and the other draped over her stomach. He brushed some of her hair from her face, and then ran his finger down her nose to her lips. She stirred, turning over with a groan. She had to be sore as hell and, strangely, he felt a small sense of pride in that. He had loved every minute of their time together and couldn’t wait to have more of her.
    Love. Now there was a strange word that popped into his mind. Sure he wanted her, wanted to possess and keep her always, but love? The thought that he could love this woman brought a frown to his face. Things were too new, too uncertain for him to be thinking along the lines of love. Now, he did care deeply for this woman. The urge to protect her, to cherish her, to do everything he could to make her happy, and to help her accept her fate, he felt intensely. But, at this point, love was not 56

    there. Devon wondered if he even knew how to love someone.
    Sure he did. He loved his best friends. He just had never really loved a woman.
    He laid back and, snuggling closer to her, wrapped his arms around Kera. It was still very early in the morning, and they didn’t have to leave until they were refreshed and fed, so he would let her sleep as long as she needed.
    He didn’t even realize he fell back asleep until his eyes fluttered open to the sweet smell of hot bread and that warm body he’d loved thoroughly pressed up against him. Kera had turned over and was now laying half on top him with a leg draped over his hips. He brushed the hair from her neck and then