Forbidden love, Hidden lust

I watched as she walked away, probably returning to her room. I knew she left me so I would follow; she was right. I was chasing her, but it was a great feeling. I just wished that I had listened to her, so I wouldn’t had caused her pain.

I jumped off the bar stool, making my way up to her room. Instead of knocking, I just let myself in. She was changing clothes. I stood in shock, as I watched her bite her lip. I wondered over to her, I grabbed her by her thighs, picking her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pushing her lips on mine.

I walked us over to the bed, lips still attached, laying us down. My hands wondered her body, cupping her left breast. She moaned into the kiss, as her hands wondered to my pants. She undid my belt, and jeans with no problem, then pushing them down. Then, taking my shirt off.

I broke the kiss, grabbing her shirt, practically ripping it off. She was so beautiful. She grabbed my by my neck, pulling me back in. My hands wondered to her panties, tracing her inner thigh. My fingers danced across the cloth, as she moaned once again.

I tore them off, trailing my fingers up and down her pussy. She squealed into my neck, as my fingers gave her clit more attention than anything. I reached around and managed to taker her bra off with one hand. She fiercely pulled down my boxers, looking at my throbbing cock. She looked up, and smiled, biting her lip. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Are you sure?” I whispered to her. She looked in my eyes, I knew she was sure. She smiled.

“More than anything.” She spoke softly, bringing me back into a kiss.

I laid her back onto the bed, pushing my cock in her pussy. She moaned, arching her back, as my lips attacked her collar bone. She pulled my hair, which turned me on a lot more than I already was.

“Ahh, Zack.” She sighed, digging her finger nails into my back. I kept a steady pace.

“Tell me I’m the only one you want to be with.” I whispered to her. She looked in my eyes.

“You’re the only one I want to be with.” She moaned, throwing her head back, as I deepened myself into her.

“Tell me I’m the only one you want.” I whispered, grabbing her hair, making her look at me.

“You’re the only one I want.” She moaned, locking her legs tighter around me.

I gripped her thighs, giving her my full length. She moaned aloud, panting breathlessly; propping herself up on her elbows.

“Ahh, god, baby.” I moaned, grabbing her hair, bringing her lips to mine.

“Ahh, fuck!” She yelled, I knew she was close, I was, too.

A few more thrusts, and I filled her up. I laid myself on her. She wrapped her arms around me, kissing my head. I breathed heavily, kissing her back. She laid her head on my chest, tracing my tattoo. I looked over at the clock, it was 10:45. We’ve been going at it for 2 hours. It was the best 2 hours of my life.

“Hey Zack?” I heard her ask.

“Yeah, baby?” I questioned in her hair.

“I love you.” She spoke, looking up at me. I smiled.

“I love you, too.” I replied, bringing her face to mine, kissing her lips. She smiled, laying her head back down.

“Baby, we got to get dressed, before they get home.” I muttered lowly. She pouted, nodding in sadness.

“Yeah, I know.” She said getting up, and putting her clothes on, then sitting back on the bed beside me.

“Back to the real world.” She sighed. I felt bad for her.

I got up, getting dressed, too. I pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. I felt her kiss my chest. She looked up at me; leaning down, I kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me.

“Zay, Zack, were home!” We heard our parents yell from downstairs.

We both looked at each other. I gave her one last kiss before we headed for downstairs. God, I wished they wouldn’t have came home. I wanted to spend the rest of the night with Zay; just her and I, and no one else.

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