Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 260: Clara got Busted

"Arghhh! Ahh... yeahh..." I groaned, my hands gripping Elizabeth’s ass tight, fingers sinking into her soft flesh as I thrust deep one last time. My dick pulsed, hot cum shooting inside her, filling her up. The sensation was electric, my whole body shaking with the release.

"Ahhhmm, Ezra..." Elizabeth moaned my name, her voice trembling. Her pussy clenched around me, milking every drop as her own orgasm crashed through her. Her thighs quivered, her back arching under me, pushing her ass even closer.

Her body gave out, jerking forward and collapsing flat onto the bed. I followed, leaning down, my chest pressing against her smooth, sweaty back. My dick stayed buried inside her warmth, still twitching faintly. Her curves felt perfect under me—her soft ass, the dip of her spine, all warm and slick with sweat. The air smelled like sex, heavy and thick, mixing with the faint vanilla of her skin.

"Huff... huff..." We both panted, chests heaving, trying to catch our breath. Our bodies stayed tangled, legs intertwined, my weight pinning her gently to the mattress. I brushed my lips across her shoulder, kissing the damp skin there, tasting salt. Her black hair was a mess, sticking to her neck, so I swept it to the side, tucking it behind her ear.

"Hope that got all those pent-up feelings out of you," I said, my voice low, teasing, as I traced a finger along the curve of her ear.

She turned her head just enough to flash me a lazy, satisfied smile. "Yeah... but not enough, sweetheart."

I propped myself up on one elbow, eyebrows shooting up, a grin tugging at my lips. "Damn, woman. Even after all that? You’re insatiable."

She laughed softly, her body shifting under me as she tried to sit up. Her boobs pressed against the sheets, and she pushed her hair out of her face, eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah, because we had a secret viewer this whole time, and it kinda turned me on even more."

I rolled to the side, lying next to her, my curiosity piqued. "What do you mean, ’viewer’?" I asked, voice laced with surprise. I propped my head on one hand, looking at her flushed face, trying to read that wicked little smirk of hers.

She glanced toward the door, then back at me, biting her lip. "Clara. The maid. She was peeking through the door earlier. Didn’t say anything ’cause... well, it was hot, knowing she was watching."

I blinked, then laughed, shaking my head. "You’re kidding. Clara was out there? And you didn’t tell me?"

"Nope," she said, grinning wider. "Figured it’d make things spicier. And it did."

I reached over, trailing a finger down her spine, watching her shiver. "You’re something else, Elizabeth. Getting off on being watched, huh?"

"Maybe," she teased, rolling onto her side to face me, her curves catching the dim light. "What about you? Doesn’t it make it a little hotter, knowing someone saw every second of that?"

I chuckled, leaning in to kiss her jaw. "Maybe it does. Guess we’ll have to give her a better show next time."

Elizabeth propped herself up on one elbow, her naked body still glistening with sweat, the sheets tangled around her hips. She tilted her head toward the door, a sly, commanding edge to her voice. "Come inside, Clara."

I glanced at the door, barely cracked open, just enough for someone to peek through. A faint shuffle came from the hallway, like someone froze in place. My eyebrows shot up, but before I could say anything, Elizabeth’s voice cut through again, sharp and teasing. "Don’t you dare hide or run away now, Clara. Not after watching everything."

I leaned back, resting on my hands, my own skin still bare and damp from our session. "I doubt there’s anyone ther—" I started, but my words got cut off by a soft *creak*.

The door eased open, slow and hesitant, and there she was—Clara, the maid, stepping into the room like she was walking into a lion’s den.

Elizabeth smirked, her eyes flicking from Clara to me. "See? Told you. She’s been standing right there, watching us the whole time. Even this morning, when we were going at it on the dining table, she was peeking."

Clara froze just inside the doorway, her hands clasped tight in front of her. She was dressed in her usual maid outfit—a black mini skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, black stockings hugging her legs, and a white blouse with the top two buttons undone, showing off a hint of cleavage that caught the light. Her face was bright red, cheeks burning, and her eyes darted everywhere but at us—two naked bodies sprawled across the bed, sheets barely covering anything.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Well, damn, Clara. You’ve been getting quite the show."

Clara’s blush deepened, and she fidgeted, her fingers twisting together. "Y-yes, ma’am...?" she stammered, her voice soft, almost a squeak. She forced a small smile, still trying to look anywhere but at us. "How... how can I help?"

Elizabeth laughed, low and wicked, sitting up fully now. Her black hair fell over one shoulder, framing her curves as she leaned forward. "Oh, don’t play innocent now, Clara. You’ve been sneaking looks all day. Enjoying yourself out there in the hallway?"

Clara’s eyes widened, and she shook her head quickly, though the flush on her face gave her away. "I—I didn’t mean to, ma’am. I was just... passing by."

"Passing by for hours?" Elizabeth teased, arching an eyebrow. She patted the bed beside her, her smile turning playful. "Come on, don’t be shy. You’ve seen everything already. Might as well join the conversation."

I grinned, leaning back against the headboard, one arm behind my head. "Yeah, Clara, no need to lurk. You’re part of the fun now."

Clara bit her lip, her hands still clasped tight, but she took a small step closer, her stockings whispering against each other. "I’m... I’m sorry, ma’am, sir," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t mean to intrude."

Elizabeth tilted her head, her smile softening but still mischievous. "Intrude? Sweetheart, you were practically invited with how long you stood there." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Clara’s mouth opened, then closed, her cheeks somehow turning an even deeper shade of red. She glanced at me, then quickly away, her eyes landing on the crumpled sheets instead. "It was... um... I shouldn’t have watched," she admitted, her voice trembling but honest.