Forbidden Love

“Mhmm,” I murmured, sliding my hand up and down his rock hard cock. His hips bucked at the feeling of my hands on him, which only spurred me on ever more.

“Jesus Christ, sugar,” he cried out when I took his full length in my mouth, letting the head of his erection hit the back of my throat. I looked up at his face through my thick lashes, pulling my head back and ever so slowly pushing forward again. His knees locked up and his hand fell gently to my hair, pulling it back out of my face.

I set my speed and moved my head back and forth until Dylan was writhing under me. Bringing my hands up off my thighs, I gripped his hips and pulled them in time with my head, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. I was becoming more and more turned on by the second. Hearing his groans prompted by me, there was something exceptionally sexy about being able to bring a man to his knees.

“Fuu—Haven. I’m gonna come,” Dylan cried out, gripping my hair tighter and sending a jolt of electricity though my body. I reached under him and pressed down on the spot between his balls and bum, with just enough pressure that his eyes went wide and he exploded in my mouth instantly.

“Holy hell!” He groaned loudly, his voice deep while his eyes closed as he pumped his hips, letting me have all of him.

Once he started to come back to earth, I pulled back, making a popping sound with my mouth as his cock came free from the suction my mouth had created.

I moved back on my haunches and stood up in front of him. His cock still half hard poking out toward me, his jeans in a pile around his feet and his head tipped lazily to his chest.

“What was that?” Dylan asked, gripping my hips and pulling me flush against his body. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breathing still labored from being worked up.

“That was tasty.” I smiled up at him teasingly. Dylan’s cum wasn’t salty and gross. It was actually sweet and fairly tasteless, which I was most happy about.

“You’re tasty, sugar. That was something else. Damn!” He held me tighter to him and kissed me deep and hard, leaving me breathless. When he pulled back, he rubbed his thumb over my lower lip and told me in a sultry voice, “My cum on your lips is damn sexy, darlin’.” Pizza completely forgotten, Dylan lifted me up and shuffled to the bed lying me down and returning the favor plus some. “Your turn.”

We eventually fell asleep completely exhausted and sans dinner or a movie.

Jude

“Shut that fucking hole in your face!” I growled at the guy belittling his girlfriend at the table over from mine. After Haven had ripped my heart out and dumped it in a garbage disposal, I’d taken to the only place I knew would ease my soul. Jimmy’s Bar. Two hours and a half a bottle of Jack Daniels later, I was snapping and snarling at everything in sight.

“What the fuck is it to you, cocksucker?” the prick threw over his shoulder.

“That your lady?” I asked, already knowing the answer. He looked down at the younger girl with a nastiness I’d only seen in men who liked to hit women.

“She’s a fuckin slut. You want her? She’ll lay on the table and spread her legs for a few bucks,” he joked distastefully. “Matter fact, she’d probably suck ya cock for less, the dirty whore.” The vile words that came out of his mouth made me feel sick to my stomach. How could anyone treat another person like that? Let alone somebody they had a chance at being with. The slight girl looked down at her feet sucking back the tears that threatened to spill over from her eyes.

I stood up quickly, knocking my chair over. With one swift movement, I had the assholes shirt in my fist and my face millimeters from his. “You like treating women like trash? Bet you hit her too. Does it make you feel like a big strong man putting your hands on her? Talking down to her and making her feel worthless?” I wasn’t about to hit him first, but I was wild enough that I might just push him until he took a swing. Out the corner of my eye, I saw the young girl grab her bag and make a run for the door. Satisfied she was out of harm’s way, I gave the guy in front of me a glare that would have made most cringe away.

“Bitch ain’t worth talking sweet to. She’s nothing. Now take your goddamn filthy hands of me, fuckface,” he spat, shoving me and taking a swing. His podgy hand connected with my mouth, drawing a tiny bit of blood. I licked my lip and growled low and menacing.

“You talk to your momma with that mouth?” I asked, my alcohol-affected senses a little slower than normal.

“My momma was a slut. Just like yours was when she screamed for my cock.” His voice was hateful, his face a screwed-up mess of scars, sores and dirt.

I pulled my balled-up hand back and let it go full force on his nose.

“You…” I swung again, a satisfying crunch of breaking bones sounded under my fist. “Don’t…” Again this time, connecting with his teeth, driving them directly into my knuckles. “Talk about…” Laying into him, I pronounced every word with another hit to the face. “My momma, asshole!” The last blow knocked him out cold. Blood dripping from my hand, I dropped him on his ass. The scumbag flopped to the floor like a rag doll and Jimmy arrived at my side. I could barely hear his voice over the commotion, but I managed to catch him telling me to get my ass to the backroom and wait there.

Figuring I couldn’t drive and there was more chance of running into a cop than a cab at that time of night, I swiped my jacket from the back of my chair and scooped up the bottle of whisky on my way past.