Forbidden Fruit – A Naughty Collection Read online Dani Rene

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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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“I am a man. But you, sweet lamb, are a bad girl. You want me to let loose on you?” he grunts in my ear, his body pressing against me. I don’t know what happened between me walking away to this moment, but my body responds to his. As if we’re magnetized.

“All I meant—”

“Tell me, Sage? Do you want me inside you?” His words aren’t dirty, but they ignite every inch of my skin. I’m ablaze with desire coiling deep in my gut. My clit thrums in anticipation. “Tell me, my little lamb. Do you want to find out how the big bad wolf devours pretty little things like you?” His voice is gruff in my ear, and I nod. I do. I need it.

His hands are on my hips as he drags me back toward his desk. He pushes me down wordlessly, my breasts squashed on the wooden top. Shoving my skirt over my hips, he grips the soft material of my panties and tugs. The ripping sound echoes around us, and I can’t stop the yelp that tumbles from my lips.

“Reid, I—”

“Quiet.” His order is husky, feral almost. Then he pushes my ripped panties into my mouth. “Open your legs,” he commands, and I do. I’m open to him, to his heated gaze, and I feel it trail over me. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Sage.” He growls my name, causing me to whimper.

I hear him shuffling around the room, but I can’t see what he’s doing. It’s only when I feel cool liquid dripping over my ass that I realize what he’s been about. The patchouli scent envelopes my senses. His hands caress and knead the flesh of my ass, thighs, and then his thumbs find my core.

“Look how wet you are. Do you like me touching you like this, dirty little girl?” he questions, but before I have time to respond, his fingers spread my pussy open, and his tongue laps at me. My fingers claw at the wood but find no purchase. My eyes shut tight as pleasure rockets through me like lightning striking me.

His mouth is sinful. His fingers are sacrilege, and the way he makes me feel is immoral. He spears his tongue into my core. Tongue-fucking me deeper and faster. I’m lost in pleasure when his finger finds my puckered entrance.

I want to cry out not there, but my words I muffled by the material in my mouth. And I have a feeling he would ignore me because he’s lost in a state of lust that I brought on. He continues circling it with the pad of his finger. His other fingers find my clit, pressing the hardened nub, sending me into orbit. The cry is lodged in my throat as my orgasm splinters through me, and I come apart on his tongue.

I’m just about coming down from my high when suddenly he’s gone, and in the next second, my body is impaled on his thick erection. He pulls out slowly, then slams back in.

“Dirty girls need to get punished,” he informs me before slapping the right globe of my ass harshly. The sting sends tingles through me, and I’m moaning and whimpering like a common whore into my panties. The left cheek gets the same treatment. “Do you want this, Sage? Is this why you taunted me?” he asks, but I can’t respond. My pussy tightens as his finger once again finds my lubed-up ring of muscle. The oil makes it slippery, and before I know it, his finger is inside me. He teases me open, pushing deeper and deeper.

I’ve never felt so full. So much pleasure. When he pulls the digit from my ass, he replaces it with something cold. I try to turn my head, but I can’t.

“Take it, my little lamb,” he grunts, his hips slamming me against the edge of the desk as he pushes something into my ass. Then it dawns on me what it is. A string of beads. A fucking rosary? “Every little bead will fill this pretty, tight hole,” he assures me, lust and desire thick in his tone.

When he finally stops, his hand fists my hair, tugging me up against his chest. He yanks the panties from my mouth, and his lips find mine. His tongue delves into my mouth, seeking my own. They duel, dance, and taunt each other. I suck on his tongue—taking it like I did his cock—which causes him to groan in pleasure, and I can’t help reveling in the fact that I’m giving him as much pleasure as he is giving me.

“Do you like me filling you, Sage?” he whispers against my lips.

“Every inch, Father Reid.” I use his moniker, which causes him to pull out and slam into me so deep I cry out. His hand wraps around my mouth as he continues to thrust into me. At this angle, his cock hits that one spot inside that has my toes curling and my nails clawing at the wooden desk.



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