Sinful Fantasies: Short Forbidden Erotica Collections

Mia's Pov

"Hmm... yes, can you move your tongue to this side?" I moaned, my fingers tightening as Cole..my brother's best friend, rolled his tongue over my wet pussy.

I pressed his head deeper, clamping it between my thighs as he devoured me like I was his last meal.

The sound of his mouth making wet, slick noises between my legs made my head fall back against the sofa, my hand tangling in his hair as my thighs trembled.

His lips pulled away from my folds, and a hot wave rushed through my entire body.

I stared at him–the sexiest guy in front of me, his lips wet from the juices my cunt had just made.

My grip on the sofa tightened hard.

"Do you like it?" he asked, leaning toward me.

I nodded quickly, feeling my cheeks flush.

"I love it," I whispered, blushing hard as he moved in closer.

Why wouldn't I love it? I loved every damn second, and if he kept looking at me like that, I might have to pin him on this chair and fuck him right here.

"Do you want to continue, or should we stop?" he asked again, his voice dripping with sexiness.

"Let's continue," I said, my voice breathless but sure, a soft smile pulling at my lips.

He smirked immediately and grabbed my neck, pulling me closer. His lips pressed against my neck, biting and licking it hard. My pussy was still wide open, the AC in the room blowing gently from the corner, teasing me even more.

I ruffled his hair as I moaned into his mouth.

"Hmm... Cole..." I muttered, and he suddenly captured my lips, kissing me softly at first, then with more need, chewing on my bottom lip as our tongues danced.

His hand grabbed my boob, giving it a light squeeze that made me whimper into his mouth.

Then he chuckled at the sound I made. "Mia," he breathed out, pulling his mouth away from mine, looking right at me like he was staring into me.

Oh my God... he's so sexy. Having him being below my pussy like that made him hotter. What if he actually buried himself inside me?

I swear... we'd burn the world down.

"Mia, I don't want to rush things with you. Do you think this is okay?" he asked, his black eyes locking with mine.

My whole body heated at his stare. Something lit up inside me.

"Are we rushing? I don't think so," I said softly, pulling him closer.

He paused midway, and my eyes dropped to his trousers. Even though he was kneeling in front of me and the room was kind of dark, with just the red light shining dimly, I could still see his bulge.

My eyes flicked from his cock to his face. "Don't you want this now?" I asked, looking at him. "If you don't want this, then don't worry. I'll pass."

I stood up from my seat, pushing him slightly aside.

I hadn't even gotten far when his strong hands grabbed me, and a wide smile curled on my lips.

He pinned me to the nearest wall, my back slamming against it hard. It stung..but then his hand cupped my boobs through my thin shirt, and the pain melted into pleasure so fast I could barely breathe.

My core throbbed and my toes curled on their own.

His lips crushed into mine, hungrier this time. His tongue rolled deep inside my mouth, searching every corner while I met his pace. I rolled my tongue over his top lip, our breath getting heavier every second.

His hand still moved roughly on my boob, making my chest rise against him. Then, suddenly, he lifted me up, my back still against the wall, still kissing me until he started walking.

I didn't even know where we were going. I wasn't thinking straight. My whole brain was messed up with lust.

He dropped me on a cold, hard surface. I looked around and realized we were at the dining table.

My hands moved quickly to his trousers, undoing his belt, while his hand was already pulling off my fabric, my boobs fell out freely for him to see.

"Wow. You've got some nice boobs, Mia," he said, staring at them intensely.

I moved my chest closer, letting him have a better look.

Suddenly, he sucked on one nipple.. taking me by surprise.

My breath caught and my whole body stiffened.

"That's... fucking... ahh." I tried to say something, but his fingers slipped into my pussy, dipping in two fingers without warning.

My hips bucked, I arched against him, grabbing his arm as he sucked on my nipple and finger-fucked me at the same time.

"Yes... Cole... move faster..." I mumbled incoherent words, my body writhing on the table as he pushed his fingers in deeper, curling them.

My legs shook violently under the table. My eyes shut tight.

After some minutes of finger fucking me,I could feel it coming.

My orgasm built up so strong it felt like my whole body was about to explode.

I clenched around his fingers, locking him in tightly, needing to cum badly.

"I'm going... to cum. I'm cumming," I panted, my voice broken.

"Cum, baby. Let me see you Cum. Cum hard for me," he said, and I started grinding down on his fingers, jerking as the orgasm crashed over me.

My hips jolted as I gushed around him, coating his fingers in my warm juice. I moaned loudly, my back arching off the table.

"That was... a good one," I breathed out.

But then...my phone rang, ripping me out of the moment.

I jolted awake, my heart pounding

I looked around, I was in my fucking room.

"Did I fucking dream about Cole again?" I muttered to myself, dragging my hand down to my panties and brought it to my face.

"Fuck!" I muttered, staring at the mess.

Cole is my brother's friend or should I just say brother too? Because they've been close for as long as I can remember.

And the fun fact?

I've been crushing on him since I was eighteen. I hadn't met him before then, because I schooled in a boarding school. But the moment I finished high school and saw him at my brother's birthday party... that was three years ago.

I've been obsessed since.

Or wait...what's it called? Do I have wild fantasies about him? This isn't right but still I wanted him more.

My phone rang again.

I quickly grabbed a tissue from the bedstand, wiping myself before picking it up.

It was my brother.

"Huh? Why is he calling? I thought he left already..." I whispered, but I picked it anyway.

"Hi," I said.

"Mia? Are you okay?" he asked.

I leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Sure, I'm okay. I thought you boarded the plane already," I said.

"Nope, my flight is at 10 p.m., dummy. It's still 6 p.m.," he replied, and I nodded like he could see me.

"Are you bored?" he asked again.

I rolled my eyes. My brother could be so overprotective.

"I'm fine. You don't need to worry. I can take care of myself. I'm not a kid. I'm 21, for God's sake." I tried to choose my words carefully so I wouldn't sound rude.

"I don't think you'll be okay alone. I'll be gone for a month. Don't worry, I'll send RiRi to you," he said.

My eyes widened.

"What?! Do you want one of us to die before you get back? You know how much I hate her!" I yelled.

He chuckled softly before talking, "No one's dying. I just don't feel right leaving you alone. She'll be with you soon."

"But—" I started to protest, but he hung up before I could finish.

I clenched my fist tight and punched the bed, imagining it was his face.

"I said I'm fine!!" I yelled again, even though I knew he couldn't hear me.

"Ugh, I hate RiRi so much," I muttered bitterly, climbing down from the bed.

RiRi is also one of my brother's friends. But the fact that she's clingy with Cole?

That's what pisses me off.

Everything would've been fine if she was only all over my brother.

But My Cole? Such a bitch.

I remembered how she always acted around him, how Cole would smile and flirt back. I hated that the most.

He never looked at me like a woman. He always treated me like a kid.

Patting my head, ruffling my hair. Patting my back like I'm a twelve years old girl.

It drove me insane. I wanted more. Even if I couldn't flirt openly with him like RiRi did, I wanted him to see me, want me, desire me, I imagined him inside me, hard and deep, every day

I walked downstairs– to the freezer and opened it when a knock hit the door.

My stomach twisted at the thought that it might be RiRi.

How was I supposed to act with her?

I might just snap her neck and be done with it.

Why was she even here so fast?

I closed the freezer back and walked toward the door, not bothering to ask who it was, and opened it.

But the second I saw who it was, my breath got stuck in my lungs.

Cole.

He was standing there, his shirt unbuttoned, showing off that chiseled tattooed chest.

Did I mention he was a gym freak? He looked so damn hot...like a walking sex god.

My throat got dried as I just stared at him frozen.

Then his voice hit me..deep and seductive. "How're you, Mia?" he asked.

Something shot straight through my core.I clamped my thighs together, trying to hold back the heat pulsing between them."

Why the hell is he here!?