Forbidden Attraction - Cheating Girlfriend
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I’m not entirely sure how I ended up here. How I’d managed to burst my perfect little bubble and flip my world upside down. Yet here I am, clinching onto my beer can, trying my best to make sense of all the thoughts rushing through my head and taming the anxiety brewing in my chest. He ignited something in me, a flame that burnt up faster than a gasoline-soaked cloth.
He brought out a side of me that I had never seen before, a raw carnal instinct that I had no control over. There was just something about his presence that struck me the very first time I spoke to him; his attitude, his words, his gaze, they were all just captivating. I had fallen head over heels for him, and my thoughts were no longer making sense. I forgot about my fiancé, the love of my life, the guy I that I’d swore over and over again I’d be with until the day I die. In just a second, I’d manage to throw all of that away and get tangled up into a whole new mess.
I tried to stay away from him with all the strength I had in me, I wanted to avoid him, but something kept pulling me back. Before I knew it, our conversations weren’t just friendly anymore; they got personal, invading what little privacy I had left in me. And I loved it, I could sense a tension building between Liam and me, and I didn’t do anything to stop it. Weeks went by, and the only thing that was keeping us from devouring each other was a single thread of loyalty. But that thread broke yesterday, and it unleashed a tsunami of repressed emotions that I could no longer control.
Last night, when we got into the elevator, I felt Liam’s body step in close to me as the doors slid shut. He wasn’t too close, nothing that would seem suspicious to anyone outside of our realm, but close enough for me to feel intimidated by his presence. Enough for me to forget that I had a life outside of that elevator, one that I’d built with my ever-loving fiancé.
I looked up at him, hoping to see a sign that I was wrong about all of this, that it was simply a fantasy that I’d made up in my mind. But all I saw was a hunger in his eyes, begging me to release him from his cage. He leaned in even closer, resting the palm of his hand onto the other side of the elevator and towering his body over mine. Gently brushing my hair away from my shoulder and breathing deeply. I felt my chest tighten as I nervously bit onto my lips and closed my eyes, trying my best to avoid him until the doors finally opened, and I stepped under his arm and rushed out before he had the chance to say anything.
“I’m parked this way,” I said as I hurriedly walked over to my car. I had offered to drive him back home that day, thinking that I’d had enough control over myself, feelings, and thoughts. I hopped into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut and was ready to start on the engine when he sat next to me and grabbed my hand.
“Look at me.” He said, moving his fingers up to my face. “Kate, I’m dying here. I can’t keep ignoring this,” he continued, squeezing the words out. His words were all I needed to hear to push me over the edge and tear down that last thread of resistance. I took my hand off the car key, shifted my body towards him and went in to taste his sulky lips. Liam’s hands melted over my shoulders and settled behind my back, pulling my chest closer to his. A thrill ran across my body as our tongues twisted and turned, teasing each other into a reckless game of pleasure. He ran his fingers through my hair, grasping a fist of brown curls and gently pulled my head back to expose my neck. Pressing his mouth over my neck, biting my skin, and sucking just above my collarbone.
My entire body was covered in goosebumps, and I felt like my heart was pounding out of my chest. I hadn’t been touched by another guy other than my fiancé for six years. For six long years, all I knew were Max’s lips; I’d never had the intention of being unfaithful to him. I told myself that he was the man I wanted to marry, that our relationship was different from the others. That we’d never cheat on each other because we loved each other and we didn’t have eyes for anyone else. Yet there I was, getting lost in Liam’s sensual hands, losing control of my thoughts. Pushing beyond my boundaries, eager to see where our kiss would lead next.
If anyone would have told me that I’d be begging to have him inside me back when we met, I’d probably laugh at them. I would have said that Liam isn’t my type and that I had an amazing fiancé who loved every part of me, as did I. Liam had his quirks; he was quiet and reserved at first, he didn’t say much. He’d just relocated to Germany to play for the same basketball team that Max was playing with. I remember first seeing him at our weekly team dinner. He barely knew anyone at the time, and for most of the night, he sat there observing what others had to say. But over the weeks, he became more comfortable, and we became friends.
That’s when I realised how smart he was, not just book smart but street smart too. No matter what topic I’d come up with, we’d have the longest and best of conversations. We’d sit next to each other at the team dinners and pick each other’s brains for hours. Something that I had never managed to do with my fiancé. Despite being together for six years, we never really found anything to talk about in length, nothing that ever challenged me intellectually. Max could go on and on about basketball for hours, but anything outside of that was inexistent to him.
Liam was different, and the more time we spent with each other, the more
comfortable we started getting. Before I knew it, we were texting every day. Silly things at first, just a couple of random pictures to get an excuse to talk, but our conversations got deeper as the weeks went by. Soon enough, our discussions got heated, and we occasionally joked about the possibility of sleeping with each other and how crazy that would be. Both of us knew the consequences of doing anything stupid, but our attraction just grew.
I’d be looking forward to our team dinners because I knew I’d get to see him again, all while Max was completely oblivious to what was going on. That’s how it led up to last night.
Max had flown back home to see his family, and I’d stayed behind because of work. But when Friday night came, he said I should still go out with his team, that it’s better than being at home alone. And so I went. Knowing well enough that the only reason why I wanted to go was to meet Liam again. We sat through the dinner, joking, flirting, and chatting as usual. Then I’d offered to drop him off back home, and that’s how we ended up in my car.
His lips were now closer to my cleavage, and his fingers were pushing my shirt to the side. I felt my nipples getting hard as Liam’s warm breath covered my chest. He cupped my breasts, squeezing and kneading, then with one swift movement, he pulled my shirt down and exposed my right breast. His fingers dug into it, squeezing it hard until he took my nipple in his mouth and started to suck on it. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whispered, “Not here.”
Liam pulled his face away from my breasts and kissed my lips, “Let’s have a drink at my place,” he whispered.
I should have said no and asked him to leave, but instead, I drove over to his place without saying anything. I pulled up in his street, parked the car and got out, staring at his doorway, going over the scenarios in my head. But nothing seemed to make sense. Nothing could explain the excitement and the craving that I had in me. So I followed him up the steps and went into his apartment.
“Liam, I shouldn’t,” be here, I was going to say I shouldn’t be here, but my words had no time to leave through my lips. He picked me off the floor, wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my back into the wall. We started kissing again, this time passionately and eager for more. Suddenly he wasn’t shy anymore, and he wasn’t quirky. He turned into this lustful devil. I got lost in his lips, and the only thought in my head was how desperate I was to feel a new cock in me.
I jumped off of him, and he took my hand, leading me into the bathroom. He walked into the enormous designer shower and turned on the water setting it at the right temperature. Then he came back to me, stripping off his clothes as he got closer. “Come join me,” he said, unbuttoning my white silk shirt. I followed his fingers and opened the remaining few buttons, dropping the shirt onto the floor and stepping out of my jeans. I was wearing a white lace lingerie set that contrasted against my tan skin and hugged my boobs into the perfect curves.
He ran his hand over my belly down to my pussy, and gently started to rub my aching clit as we continued to make out. This time my hands were just as eager to explore. I moved my fingers down his back, over his bare ass and around his hips until I reached his bulging cock. I spat into my hands and wrapped my fingers around his uncircumcised penis, firmly stroking him. Starting from his base all the way over to his tip, feeling him grow harder and larger as the thrill built up.
“You’re already wet,” he said as he slid his fingers into my lace thong and around my pussy, “and you’re not even in the shower yet.” I unhooked my bra and threw it onto the pile of clothes, slid my thong down my legs and walked over to the shower. The water sprayed over my face and splashed down my body, making my skin glisten. I looked straight up at the showerhead and ran my hair into the water, soaking my curls and pushing them away from my face.
Then I felt Liam’s body pressing up against my back, his hands slid over my breasts, squeezing and teasing my nipples with his fingers. His teeth biting on the back of my neck and my shoulders, then with his right hand, he reached down to my jewel again and continued to rub in circles. My hips were rocking back and forth, moving his fingers exactly over my most pleasurable spot. “Keep going, right there”, I gasped as shivers ran down my body. He pressed his fingers again even harder, circling around my clit until I let out a moan of blissful pleasure. And before my climax was over, he pushed my back down and slid his thick hard cock into my soaking wet pussy.
With one hand pressing my back down and the other on my hips, Liam started to thrust himself inside me, pushing himself as far in as he could. It was just as I’d imagined it. His dominance over me was exactly what I had fantasised about. But his cock felt even better than in my dreams, I never imagined it to be so thick and hard, and my pussy was loving every inch of it. He hammered into me even harder, making me squirt juices all over his throbbing cock. “Turn around,” he said as he slid out of me.
He grabbed my right leg and lifted it up onto his forearm, and started to fuck me again. The warm water was splashing onto our faces and over our bodies, steaming up the entire room. My breasts were bouncing up and down, matching our rhythmic fucking. And I could hear his balls slapping against my pussy as he pushed in harder every time. I could barely hold myself up as my body started to shake onto another orgasm. I closed my eyes shut and moaned as I felt my pussy squeeze around his cock. He pulled me in even closer and held me there for a second to take in all the pleasure he had to offer.
Then when I came back to my senses, I kneeled down in front of him and placed his cock into my mouth. The water ran down his abdomen and into my mouth, mixing with the taste of precum that was budding at the tip of his cock. I cupped his balls and sucked my lips tightly as I started to rock back and forth, gagging on him. His legs were trembling, and I assumed that he was close to orgasm, so I moved back slightly and continued to stroke him with my hands. Holding him firmly and covering every part of his member from his base to his tip. Until he finally squirted warm cum onto me, covering my breasts and dripping down to my belly.
Liam went under the showerhead again, washing his face with water, and I joined in. We kissed as the water continued to splash onto us, washing away the cum that covered my body. He raised his hands up to my face and pierced his eyes into my soul. “I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he said out of breath.
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