Page 29 of Forbidden (Wicked Billionaires #1)

LORENZO

I awaken Sunday, with Storm in my bed, we slept the night together, again. Whether it was good, bad, complicated or wrong, it happened, and it is what it is.

Storm rose before me, and she wandered out of the bedroom. I’m unsure if we are getting attached to each other, or, if I am, or she is.

Either way, things are moving fast.

All I know is, that I’ve never felt better, and I want her in my life.

Music is now playing, and it is more upbeat than I’d usually play myself. I welcome the change, and I can smell food.

I like the combination, and after a long period of no real relationships, and no woman in the penthouse, unless for controlled sex, it feels good.

She feels good.

I pull black gym shorts on, and I walk into the living room rotating my neck. For the last thirty-six hours, we have worked out hard, if you can call it that. Hard core sex is likely the more accurate term.

Storm is in the kitchen, busy cooking, and she wears the cute white apron again.

I watch from a far, and as she slides more pancakes into the oven standing on her toes, I notice she has no panties on, or even her, cute as heck, cotton knickers.

I look down at my shorts, and my cock is hungry, again. “Oh shit.”

Storm turns, and she checks the next pancake. She catches me watching her, and playfully she raises a brow “Morning perv.”

I walk up, shaking my head at her moxie. “Hey.” I leap onto the kitchen island, so I can watch the show. Storm hands me her coffee, and I pause.

Are we now sharing?

Screw it, I think, as I drink.

The coffee is good, and it’s needed. Storm buzzes around casually, and she hums happily to herself. She is as cute as a button, and she acts as if this, us , here and now, is nothing big.

I’m unsure what to think, so I try not to think.

For once in my life, I just try to feel.

Storm checks the bacon cooking, and then her scrambled eggs. After, she walks over, leans on my bare tanned thighs, and looks up.

She takes the coffee from me, and she rests her body on my thick thighs. She drinks, gulps, and looks up. “Ahhhhh, that’s better.”

She then runs a hand up my thigh, and I run my strong fingers through her hair.

God, I’m loving having her in my life.

We share a smile, and it feels so natural, and perfect. It’s going to be impossible to stop the train, now. Us, or we , have left the station, and there is no going back.

Ever!

We have a perfect, casual sit-down breakfast at the long oak table. Pancakes with icing sugar, bacon, eggs, plus a few extra treats, pastries, toast and hot coffee.

Storm seems so unfazed about it, and it feels natural, and unforced. We say little. I guess we are hungry, because we have burnt so much energy having sex, or our fuckathon.

I have to control myself as I eat, because I want her in my arms. I also want to run my fingers, lips and nose over every cute inch of her adorable self.

As we stand to clear up, Storm bumps into me with the icing sugar. She looks up with her big brown eyes, and she does a hot fake ‘oops,’

While watching me, she sprinkles more powdery icing sugar over my jet-black silky shorts. She gives me a look, and she licks her fingers.

She drops to her knees, and slowly she peels my shorts down. She then reaches for the icing sugar, and she shakes the sweet powder over my hardening cock.

I shake my head and look down at the crazy minx.

As she looks up, big eyed, she starts to lick the sweet large crown as if it’s ice cream.

“Mmmm, yummy.”

I groan and pull her hair around. I want to see those big brown eyes looking up, and I want to see that mouth pulling on my fat cock.

I think of drizzling honey over her nipples and pulling hard on them. Also, glazing them with my cum.

That helps me, and within minutes, I buck into her mouth, pumping hot cum down her throat.

Ten minutes later I have prepared my return favor.

Storm is now on the oak table and naked. She is on her knees, and her pussy and butt have been drizzled with honey.

I leap down from the table with a thud, and I cast the honey container aside giving zero Fs. I kneel behind her and command her to drop her head. She does as if in a downward dog yoga move.

I first explore her slick folds with my expert fingers, and one circles her clit from behind. “Oh God,” she says between whimpers. I start to finger her, and her wet tight pussy makes a sucking sound.

“So perfect,” I say, needing to drive my tongue anywhere I can.

Below, her slick folds glisten in the morning sun, and her slick tight pussy looks like it is made of gold. Gold I’m about to feast on.

“Head down,” I growl.

“What?”

“Lower.”

Storm’s breasts reach the rough oak table, and her slick golden pussy and butt glisten inches from my mouth. She is now high where I can eat her.

I climb down, and walk slowly around her, as if she is a piece of art. She is. Storm is perfection.

“Stop teasing.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I command her.

I finally walk behind her, and I slide her back on the table. Her body slides back a foot, her knees sliding easily in the honey.

“Comfortable?” I ask, in the zone.

“Yeah, I do this every day.”

“Comfortable? I asked.”

“Yes… teacher.”

I look at her wet folds, and butt inches from me. I lick my lips, and place my hands on her butt.

She is ready… and using both hands, I rub the warm liquid honey around her folds. Storm moans in delight, as I start to swipe all the way up and down, exploring her wet pussy as if it’s my last feast on earth.

Storm turns her head, and she looks back, and bites her lip. Her eyes are hooded, and she looks part animal, or savage.

As if she is slipping into some deviant version of herself.

I retake both butt cheeks in my hands, and perfectly behind her, I pull them apart.

Storm moans again, as I start to feast on her core. I swipe my tongue up and down her tight honey pussy, and she pants violently.

“Oh God, Oh God.” Storm purrs loud.

I drag a chair over with my bare foot, and I sit. I then lean further in, and I spread her wide. As I devour her sweet flesh I hold her exposed, and I tongue fuck her.

Reaching ahead and under her chest, I finally find her breasts. As I play with her hard nipples, I feast on her tight wet pussy.

After getting her squirming, I focus on her clit, and I suck the sweet nub in. As Storm drives her clit back against me, I nip it with my teeth and lips.

“Oh Lorenzo,” she begs, “fuck me… With your mouth.”

I continue to claim her, and soon she is writhing out of control. Before I know it, she is bucking violently, and she shatters.

With a loud moan, her body bucks, and her back arches like a cat’s.

As her body surges one last time, I withdraw my honey covered face from her wet pussy. Standing, naked, I slap her butt, and she collapses onto my dinner table panting, and a mess.

Below me, she lays unable to move.

The sexy honey mess, writhes slowly on my hard oak table and I shake my head, and lick my fingers.

I realize there is one thing to do. We may never do this again. I roll on a condom, and I drag her up and back to the end of the table. “Kneel.”

As I rub my crown against her tight wet pussy, I gather her hair in my fist, and drive in.

I claim her hard, and I hold her shoulder with my free hand. As Storm spreads her legs wide, she pushes back against me.

My now wet thighs slap against her honey covered butt, and it is loud. Finally, I get us there and I send us both over the edge.

As she shatters around my thick hard cock, I groan, deep, and I come.

As we come together in a pile, the crazy woman reaches for my hand. As our fingers lock, our bodies surge and shudder. I hold her gorgeous body to mine.

It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and I carefully slide out of her. Storm goes to fall, but I gather her, and lift her careful.

“I got you.”

As we wash each other in the shower, I try not to think of taking her again. Finally, Storm looks at me look, and she looks serious.

“What?” I grunt, never liking to be examined.

“Question,” she says. “When I come, can you choke me a bit?”

“What?”

“Choke. You must have heard of it.”

“Of course I have,” I say watching her. There is silence. “What makes you think there will be another time.”

Storm raises a brow, and her eyes squint. Here we go.

“Because you like fucking me. Actually no, that’s not right, is it?” Storm leans against the wall of the shower, and she bites her lip teasing me. “You need to fuck me.”

I ignore her, before her cheeky smile gets to me.

“Okay,” I say, shaking my head playfully. “Maybe one last time.”

Storm laughs, and she hugs me with a loud playful squeal. As if I could turn it off. As if I could deny my hunger for her.

“There is this, though. You cannot go from nothing to choking.”

“I haven’t,” she says. “In my defense. We’ve done other stuff.” She pauses, and raises another playful brow, “I even liked your thumb in my butt.”

I groan low.

“What?” my student asks leaning back in the hot water as I cross my arms.

There is silence, and then she starts on it again. I’m starting to get hard again, and I, it, it needs an hour off.

“Look, the cat is out of the bag, and I want it, teacher,” Storm says putting her hands on her hips, “I want to try everything, Grumpy.”

Storm steps forwards as if intimidating me and playing tough girl. Quickly, I spin her around, and I push her against the shower’s glass wall hard. As she laughs, I hold her in place. I then finish washing her perfectly round butt cheeks.

“You really want to try everything, student?” I ask as I finish washing her.

There is so much I want to do to her, and it’s hard taking it slow. I will not try anal, yet. I will not spank her, yet, and I will not tie her up, yet.

Storm nods, and she is contagious. “Only with you.”

I stop, and she turns to me. I turn off the powerful hot water, and we look at each other. Even if we both seem to have wicked minds, we are clean, fresh and our energy is pure.

That is when I know we have a problem.

That being, we like this way too much.

Storm gets a fresh black towel, and she rubs it around her neck. Her perfect breasts shake, and I look down at her as I put my own black towel around my neck.

“Look, your instincts must have warned you, about me, and us .”

“What do you mean?” I ask, as I dry myself and watch her.

“That there was a possibility, we’d take this all the way.

” I cross my arms, and I watch her closely.

“Well, it looks like it’s happening,” she says, as she wraps her towel around her perfect waist. As she puts her hands on her hips, we watch each other closely.

“And now. Now, you can do anything you want to me.”

“Don’t say that,” I warn my student in a growl.

“Okay, but I’m not going anywhere.”

That is what I want to hear, at least until I can control myself. The complicated bit however, just got more complicated.

We are not even attempting to slow things down. We are unstoppable.

As perfect and rare, as it feels, I know it’s forbidden.

It just feels spectacular, and I don’t want it to ever end.

As we spend the rest of Sunday together, I try not to think about us , and if there could ever be a stable, or long lasting us .

It’s hard, but there is something about Storm. She is not just another model, who has been around the clubs, and bars, or through guys with money. She is not hunting guys with money, like half of Manhattan.

Storm is pure, uncomplicated, open, innocent, and honest.

And she is doing what feels right, trusting the universe, and not throwing up walls.

It makes me want to protect her more, protect her from the worst life can, and at times, brings.

There is no way I can try my usual games on her. No way I can just claim and keep my distance from her.

There is one last thing, that sets her high above all. Storm has no idea, no idea at all, how amazing she is, and that makes me want her.

Even more.

The kicker, her honesty, her uncontaminated spirit, and her curiosity, are contagious. They are igniting my own soul or spirit, and setting me free .

I feel my hard exterior breaking down. I feel my stress reducing. I feel the protective walls that I’ve created, eroding, and the sun shining in.

I’m becoming a normal human again, and I am becoming the real me.

The child I could never be…

Has a chance at being human.