Chapter 5: Forbidden Fire

FREDRICK'S POV

“Dad… Fredrick. Please. Stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling as I continued to assault her breasts and clit, coaxing wetness from her with every stroke.

I slid two fingers deep into her slick pussy and watched her eyes roll back, lids fluttering shut as a moan slipped from her parted lips.

“F-fuck… What are you doing?” she whimpered, shivering beneath my touch.

I held her tightly, grinding the heel of my palm into her clit while I finger-fucked her harder, knuckles disappearing inside her as her body arched, taut and wanting. Her back curved like a drawn bow against me, her voice breaking in raw, desperate cries. The warm softness of her ass pressing against the bulge in my jeans was driving me to the edge of sanity.

What the hell was I doing?

I shouldn’t be doing this. I knew that. But I couldn’t stop.

God!

My cock throbbed so fiercely I thought it might explode, painfully trapped against the inside of my pants. I clenched my jaw, fighting the hunger, but it only grew worse. She cried out as her climax hit, gushing around my fingers, her thighs trembling violently. She clung to the wall, breath shuddering, trying to stay upright as her body convulsed through the aftershocks.

I finally turned her to face me and paused, stunned by the beauty of her flushed, fucked-out expression. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks stained pink with arousal. I kissed her slowly, devouring the sweet little gasp she gave in response, feeling my cock surge even harder. Her body, so reactive to my touch, was making me crazy.

I shouldn’t be thinking this, but damn... I ached to feel her tight cunt wrapped around me. I needed it. Needed her.

I cupped her breasts again, thumbs circling her stiff nipples, and then my hands slid lower, over her hips, down the backs of her thighs. I slipped her denim skirt up, exposing more of that pale skin, and dragged my mouth along the inside of her thighs, savoring every inch.

MARILYN'S POV

I gasped, grabbing his head as the fire between my legs flared higher and hotter. God.

I didn’t understand what was happening to me.

I had never felt like this before — not even close — and it was terrifying and thrilling all at once. My entire body pulsed with the need to feel something big and hard driving into my aching clit, a pressure so intense I thought I might explode from it.

His lips moved higher and higher, kissing me right on my entrance, making me sob out a moan as pleasure curled up my spine.

“Aaaahhh—God!” I arched back against the wall, head rolling, as his tongue thrust inside me, licking deep, fucking me slowly, deliciously. I couldn't think. I couldn’t breathe.

It was like I wasn’t even inside my own body anymore — everything around me blurred, floating, a haze of light and heat and ecstasy. My pussy clenched, rippling hard, tight spasms wracking me as the orgasm hit like lightning.

“Ahhh! Fuck!” I moaned, clutching his hair, dragging him harder against me as I convulsed with the sharp, unbearable pleasure.

When he finally pulled away, he stood and spat to the side, then kissed me again — rougher now, needier, still tasting me on his tongue. I melted into it.

God.

I loved it.

FREDRICK'S POV

I couldn’t control myself anymore. My sanity was gone, ripped away like tissue in a storm. I scooped her up and set her on the kitchen table, hands frantic now as I unbuckled my belt.

She looked at me, eyes wide with something like fear or confusion. She shook her head quickly.

“No. Please don’t…”

I kissed her — hard — silencing the protest, and pulled her closer, heart hammering in my chest like a war drum.

MARILYN'S POV

I gasped again, feeling the thick, rigid heat of his cock pressing against my slick, throbbing entrance.

“Fredrick… please. Stop.” I choked, pushing at his chest with shaking hands. I squirmed away, jumping down from the table. I tried to run.

But he caught me.

He grabbed me, spun me back around, and pinned me to the table, his chest heaving, eyes wild with lust, mouth grazing the shell of my ear as he whispered with a low, desperate growl:

“You have to help me. I can’t stop myself.”

He kissed my neck, my jaw, my cheek.

“I can’t… please,” I begged.

“Why?” he demanded, voice breaking.

“I… I’ve never done this before,” I stammered.

He froze. I felt his breath catch against my skin.

“What?”

I blinked up at him.

“I said I haven’t done this before… I don’t want to…”

“Wait a second… you’re a virgin?” he asked, stunned.

I swallowed hard and nodded slowly.

His eyes went wide. “Shit.”

FREDRICK'S POV

I scrambled back like I’d been burned, dragging my trousers up and fumbling with the zipper, panic rising in my throat.

“I… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… shit.” I bolted from the kitchen, heart racing, the weight of what almost happened slamming into me like a truck.

What in the name of the spirits have I done?

I shouldn’t have touched her. Not her. She’s too young. My stepdaughter. Christ.

What the hell would she think of me now?

And her mother — my wife. What would she say if she ever found out?

I reached my room and slammed the door shut behind me, breathing hard. My hands dug into my hair and I rubbed my scalp furiously, pacing.

“I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot,” I muttered over and over like a curse.

I slumped onto the bed, but even now — even after all of that — I was still hard. Painfully hard.

I groaned in frustration and tried to think of anything else, anything to douse the blaze raging inside me.

Nothing worked.

Her face — her soft, flushed skin, that wild red hair, those impossibly green eyes — it all kept flashing behind my eyelids. I clenched my jaw, but it didn’t help. My cock throbbed again.

“FUCK!” I hissed, rubbing a hand over my face. What the hell has that girl done to me?

I stood up abruptly and went into the bathroom. The need was too strong, too sharp, eating me from the inside out.

I braced myself against the tile wall, wrapped my hand around my aching cock, and closed my eyes.

I imagined her with me — in the shower, soaked and moaning, legs around my waist, tongue in my mouth. Her pussy so tight around me. Her soft cries echoing in the steamy air.

Just the image made me tremble.

I stroked harder, faster, muscles tightening. My breath came in sharp bursts. I felt the climax tear through me like a hurricane and I came with a guttural cry, body jerking as hot release splashed against the tile.

I slumped against the wall, panting, trying to regain my balance.

“Goddamn. What sort of temptation is this?” I muttered hoarsely.

MARILYN'S POV

I had bolted back to my room, slammed the door shut, and stood there, my back against it, heart pounding so loud I could hear nothing else.

What the heck was that?

I pushed my hair back from my face with shaky hands, my breath coming fast and shallow. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t wrap my head around what had just happened.

“That was… that was a mistake,” I whispered, still talking to myself, hoping to slow my pulse. “Don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink it.”

But the feeling of him — his hands on my skin, his fingers inside me — it was all still there. I could feel it like phantom touches. My body was buzzing, nipples hard, toes curling against the floor.

I couldn’t believe I wanted more. That I still ached, throbbed, clenched at the memory of it.

His fingers buried in my pussy, pressing right where it made me cry out. His hands squeezing my breasts. His mouth on me.

“Christ,” I muttered and clawed my fingers through my hair. I stumbled over to the bed and collapsed on it, face first, moaning into the pillow.

What the heck did this man do to me?

I closed my eyes, heart racing, thighs pressed tightly together. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

“Marilyn, don’t overthink it,” I whispered. “It was just one experience, and it won’t ever happen again.”

I nodded to myself, chest still rising and falling fast.

It will definitely not happen again.