Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 250: She Stole me from Aeri

"So, I did steal her man, huh?" Elizabeth said, her voice sultry and teasing, her smirk wide as she shifted on my lap, her pussy pressing against my cock, her big boobs brushing my chest, her warmth enveloping me. Her eyes glinted with mischief, her naked body commanding in the dim light, the movie’s soft hum fading behind her.

I grinned, my hands settling on her waist, feeling the smooth curve of her hips, my heart racing as I tried to keep up with her energy.

"Yeah, you did for today," I said, my voice playful but tinged with the weight of Aeri’s absence, my fingers tightening slightly on her skin, the leather seat creaking under us.

Elizabeth leaned closer, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns across my cheeks and down my shoulder, her touch sending a shiver through me. "Does she know you work in a high-end brothel, sleeping with rich and powerful women of the country?" she asked, her tone curious, her eyes narrowing as she studied my face, her fingers pausing on my chest, brushing my nipple lightly.

I swallowed hard, my cheeks flushing, Aeri’s face flashing in my mind—her trust, her questions about my late nights. "Obviously not," I said, my voice low, a nervous laugh escaping as I shifted under her, her weight warm and distracting.

"Ohhhoo?" Elizabeth said, her eyebrow raising, her voice dripping with curiosity as she leaned closer, her boobs pressing against my chest, her fingers now scratching gently at my nipple, sending a jolt through me. "So, how’s your stepmom okay with her son being out all night like that?" Her tone was teasing, but her eyes were sharp, digging for more, her fingers pinching my nipple lightly, making me gasp.

I exhaled, my breath shaky, my cock twitching under her as her naked body—smooth, alluring, her dark hair half-covering one eye—made it hard to focus.

"She thinks I work for a website development agency," I said, my voice soft, tinged with guilt. "That’s what I used to do, about a year ago. Been feeding her that lie ever since." Her touch, her whispering tone, her bold energy were pulling me in, but the guilt about Aeri—*She’s probably alone at home, wondering where I am*—sat heavy in my chest.

Elizabeth laughed, her voice low and husky, her fingers pushing her hair back, exposing the smooth curve of her neck as she cupped my cheeks, her thumbs brushing my skin.

"Hehe, what nonsense," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement, her boobs shifting as she leaned closer, her pussy still pressed against my cock, teasing me. "She must’ve bought some weird excuse to not notice."

I exhaled, a small smile tugging at my lips, my hands tightening on her waist as I met her gaze, her allure almost overwhelming. "Yeah, good luck for me that she hasn’t caught on," I said, my voice light but laced with sarcasm, the memory of dodging Aeri’s questions flashing in my mind—her curious eyes, my half-truths to keep my job at the brothel a secret.

"A son who loves his stepmom while being the hottest man slut of a brothel, fucking around for money," Elizabeth said, her voice sultry, dripping with mischief as she rubbed her pussy against my dick, her slick folds gliding over me, making me hard again, the sensation sending a jolt through my body.

Her eyes glinted in the dim light, her boobs pressing closer, her naked form commanding as she moved.

I gasped, my hands settling on her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as I guided her slow, teasing movements, my heart racing. "Yeah... that’s how it is..." I said, my voice low and shaky, the heat of her pussy driving me wild, Elizabeth’s boldness pulling me back.

She leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear, her breath warm and smoky as she sped up her movements, her pussy grinding harder against my cock. Her hand landed gently on my thigh, the sound sharp in the quiet theater.

"Ahmm... and sometimes he goes to women’s houses on special requests too," she said, her voice teasing, her eyes locking onto mine as her hips moved faster, her slick folds gliding with purpose.

I grinned, my breath hitching, my hands tightening on her ass as I leaned forward, sucking her tits, her nipples hard against my tongue as I swirled it around them, savoring her warmth.

"Yeah, ’cause those women leave me no choice," I said, my voice muffled against her skin, the taste of her driving me wild, the guilt about Aeri fading under the fire of Elizabeth’s touch.

"Ahhmm... fucker..." Elizabeth moaned, her hands holding my face against her boobs, her fingers tangling in my hair as she moved her hips, rubbing her pussy against my cock, feeling it throb under her. Her body was smooth and alluring, her dark hair half-covering one eye, her naked form glowing in the theater’s dim light, making it nearly impossible to resist her.

I pulled back slightly, tilting my head to look up at her, exhaling into her mouth, our breaths mingling, the faint taste of cigarette smoke lingering.

"This is against the brothel rules, though..." I said, my voice low, teasing, my heart racing as her pussy pressed harder against me, the heat overwhelming.

"As if we care about that," Elizabeth said, her voice dripping with defiance, her eyes glinting with mischief. She leaned in, locking her lips with mine in a hungry, desperate kiss, our tongues colliding, crashing together as the fire between us flared.

I stood up, my hands gripping her ass, holding her naked body tight against me as I walked toward the theater door, her legs wrapped around my waist, her boobs pressed against my chest, our lips never breaking apart.

"Ahh fuck Elizabeth, you’re trouble," I muttered against her mouth, my voice rough, my heart pounding as I carried her, her warmth enveloping me, her tongue teasing mine as we moved. The movie’s soft dialogue faded into the background, the projector’s hum a faint echo as we reached the door, the theater’s glow casting shadows across her naked skin.

Elizabeth laughed into the kiss, her arms tightening around my neck, her pussy still pressed against my cock as I held her.