Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 268: Turning Me On

The warm glow of the table lamp bathed Elizabeth’s bedroom in a soft, golden light, the air thick with the musky scent of sweat and sex. The three of us—Clara, Elizabeth, and I—lay sprawled across the tangled sheets, our naked bodies slick and trembling from the intensity of the moment. I thrust into Clara one final time, my hips jerking as my orgasm crashed over me.

"Fuck yeah, Clara..." I moaned, my voice raw. "Arghhh..." A hot rush flooded through me, and I groaned, releasing deep inside her, my cum filling her tight, pulsing pussy.

"Ahhhh... ahhmm..." Clara’s moans echoed mine, her eyes fluttering shut as her own climax hit. Her body shook beneath me, her thighs clamped tight around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Her pussy clenched around me, leaking a mix of my hot juice and her own wetness, dripping down onto the sheets in a messy, glistening pool.

Elizabeth watched from beside us, her naked curves glowing in the lamplight, a wicked smirk on her lips. She leaned forward, her hands finding Clara’s boobs, groping them firmly, kneading the soft flesh with a teasing squeeze.

"Looks like someone came a lot," she said, her voice low and playful, her fingers pinching Clara’s nipples just enough to make her gasp.

Clara’s eyes flicked open, still glassy with pleasure, her face flushed a deep red. "Ahhhm... I came a lot, Miss," she admitted, her voice soft and shaky as she glanced at Elizabeth, her chest heaving with every breath.

Elizabeth’s smirk widened, her hands giving Clara’s boobs one last squeeze.

"Good to know, sweetheart," she said, her tone warm but dripping with mischief. She sat up, her black hair falling over her shoulders, and crawled toward me, her movements slow and deliberate, like a cat stalking its prey. "But now, let me have a taste of that."

Clara shifted, scooting up the bed to rest against the pillows, her thighs still trembling as she caught her breath. Her dark hair stuck to her sweaty neck, and she hugged a pillow to her chest, watching us with wide, curious eyes.

Elizabeth settled between my legs, her hands brushing my thighs as she leaned closer to my slick, still-hard dick.

"Don’t tell me you’re tired already," she teased, her voice sultry as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking slow and firm, feeling the length of me.

She bent down, her tongue darting out to lick the side of my dick, tasting the mix of Clara’s juices and my cum. The sensation sent a jolt through me, making my hips twitch.

I chuckled, my hand finding her head, fingers tangling in her black hair. "A hot, busty woman like you is on this bed with me," I said, grinning. "How could I ever be tired of that?"

Elizabeth laughed softly, her tongue trailing a slow, warm line from the base of my dick to the tip, lapping up every trace of our mess.

"That’s what I like to hear," she murmured, her lips brushing my skin. She stroked me with one hand, her grip firm and steady, while her mouth moved lower, sucking gently on my balls, her tongue swirling in a way that made my breath catch.

"Fuck, Elizabeth..." I groaned, my head falling back against the headboard. Her mouth was hot and relentless, her lips and tongue working me over with expert precision.

Elizabeth knelt between my legs, her black hair spilling over her shoulders, her lips wrapped around my dick as she sucked with a slow, deliberate rhythm. My fingers tangled in her hair, gripping it in a loose bunch as I groaned, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth driving me wild.

"Ahh, Elizabeth, how are you so horny all the time?" I asked, my voice rough with pleasure, a teasing grin on my face as I looked down at her.

She pulled back just enough to smirk, her hand still stroking my shaft, her fingers slick with spit and the remnants of Clara’s juices.

"When I’ve got a fine man with a fine dick like you in my bed," she said, her voice sultry, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "how could I not be?" She leaned in, licking the tip of my dick slow, like she was savoring every second.

My eyes flicked to the silver photo frame on the nightstand—Elizabeth and her husband, smiling like the perfect couple. I chuckled, shaking my head. "Poor guy," I said, my tone half-teasing, half-mocking. "No way he can satisfy you like this."

Elizabeth’s laugh was muffled as she took me back into her mouth, her lips sliding down my length, her tongue swirling around the shaft. My dick throbbed, hard and pulsing, as she sucked off the mix of Clara’s wetness and my cum from earlier. The warmth, the tightness of her mouth—it was almost too much.

"AHH..." I groaned, my hips jerking forward. "He’s got no idea his wife gives such a good blowjob. I almost feel bad for him."

She hummed around me, the vibration sending a jolt through my body. The wet *gawk-gawk* sound filled the room as I thrust my hips, hitting the back of her throat. Her mouth was slippery, warm, perfect, and I lost myself in the feeling, my hands tightening in her hair to guide her.

"Fuck, Elizabeth..." I panted, my voice breaking. "You’re too good at this."

"Ahhh... yeah, baby...arghh..I am losing myself again," I groaned, holding her head steady as I slammed my dick into her mouth.

The euphoria was overwhelming, her lips and tongue working me like she knew every inch of me. I could feel the pressure building again, my balls tightening, my hips moving faster on their own.

"Fuck, I’m gonna cum again," I said, my voice strained, my thrusts picking up speed.

Elizabeth didn’t slow down. If anything, she sucked harder, her hands gripping my thighs, urging me on. "Do it," she mumbled around me, her voice muffled but commanding. "Give it to me, Ezra."

I glanced at the photo frame again, a flash of dark amusement hitting me. "Your husband’s missing out," I said, my voice rough as I thrust deeper, hitting her throat again. "He’ll never know how fucking good blowjob you give."