Forbidden (Completed) EDITING - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Erica
"What's my name?" Demarcus whispered in my ear as he slowly slid in and out of me.
I couldn't answer him. I kept my arms tightly around his neck. My moans were the only form of speaking I could do.
"I'm not gonna ask you again." He aggressively plowed into me making me feel all of him.
"Daddy, I'm about to come!" I cried out.
"You must didn't learn your lesson the last time!" He put his hand around my throat. "You cum when I say so. Remember?" He had a villainy stare in his eyes as he watched me and this hopeless look I had on my face. He slowed down and took his thumb from his free hand and started rolling it over my clit. "You hear me?"
I tucked my lip and nodded.
He was torturing me on purpose. Knowing everything he was doing would make me want to come. It brought him joy knowing I wouldn't because he told me not to.
Our eyes locked for a brief moment. His stare became intense. I was trying so hard not to go against his wishes but my insides were ready to explode. He grabbed hold of my thigh wrapping my leg around his waist as he dug deeper inside of me.
My nails clawed deeply into his back. Knowing I'm leaving several marks but I don't give a damn. It's been a while and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.
This man showed no mercy on me. He showed no signs of slowing down. I am suffering in the goodest way possible. He stroked me a little longer and a lot harder. Biting his lip as he looked down at his body slamming into mine.
I could feel every vein and pulse within him as he plunged himself deeper & deeper.
The intense pleasure I was feeling, I had never felt before. I mean each time me and Demarcus have been intimate I feel different every time.
"Oh shit," I snapped my eyes shut as I felt him hitting my spot. "Demarcusss, You win, you win! I can't take it." I pleaded, this was a fight til the finish and I was on the verge of finishing.
Wishing and hoping he'll say the magic word to save me from this torture.
"Go ahead and cum for me." He licked his lips and stared directly into my eyes.
I arched my back as I felt my stomach pulsating. My hands squeezed his arms as tightly as I could. "Shittt!" I caught my breath releasing hard. So hard that it hurts a little.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as I rode it out. I could tell he was enjoying watching this happen.
He leaned down and pressed his body firmly against mine as he stroked a couple more times. Finishing off with a loud grunt in my ear. His chest heaved against mine as he stayed inside me for the moment as the both of us got ourselves together.
"Why do you keep doing this to me?" I asked, with a stern look on my face.
"Because you know you love it even though you fake like you don't." He softly placed a kiss on my neck before he climbed off of me and laid next to me.
"Touché."
He's right. I love it. I love it so much. He makes me feel alive. He makes me feel in places I forgot existed after being with a selfish asshole for years.
"Damn, all that hard work got a nigga famished." He huffed as he rubbed his abs looking at me with that smile of his.
"Is that your way of asking me to cook for you?" I raised an eyebrow.
"I mean I'm not forcing you to but I would like you to."
"Alright, Alright. It's the least I can do to reward you." I smiled as I sat up in the bed with the covers draped over my body.
"Cool." He grinned.
I grabbed my robe from the bottom of the bed. I made my way to the door.
"You forgot something." He called me back over the bed.
"What?"
"Turn around." He placed a hard smack on my ass. "Hurry up with my food too."
Me and Demarcus chuckled loudly as we watched "Harlem Nights". I was snuggled up under his arm laying on his chest. This night had been perfect. After I cooked we took a long hot shower together. It wasn't sexual, it was more beautiful and on another level of intimacy I can't explain.
The woman I was months ago wouldn't have allowed this to go this far. I'm so glad I am not her anymore. I like the woman I am now. She's more fun.
"Where you going?" He asked me, as I moved his arm from around me as I sat up.
"I'm going to get me some more wine."
"Oh Aight. I can't let you get too far away from me."
I quickly returned before he had a fit. I sat my glass down on the coffee table. I'm glad we decided to spend this weekend at my apartment rather than his. I felt so uncomfortable with Jamal being around. I know it's his place to but I rather us be alone.
He started rubbing on my thigh slowly.
"What are you doing?" I furrowed my brow.
"Nothing," he whispered as he started sucking on my neck.
"Doesn't seem like nothing to me." I try not to cave in. I am melting on the inside. My neck is definitely my sweet spot.
"Get on top of me." He whispered in between his kisses.
He asked for it and I don't want to hear any complaints when we're done. Demarcus likes to think he has the most power when we have sex. That's because I let him. I don't want to hurt his feelings.
He knows who runs it and it's me.
I climbed on top of him. We started kissing passionately. His hands feeling up my thighs and my ass. He lifted up my t-shirt a little so he could move panties to the side. I would be lying if I said I didn't want to fuck him in this moment because my body tells a different story.
He pulled his sweats down a little then he released himself from his boxers.
I gripped on his shoulders as he guided his way inside me. I slid all the way onto him not caring if he did have a lot to work with. I always enjoyed a little pain with my pleasure anyway.
He tightly gripped my waist keeping in place. I started grinding my hips back and forth, slowly. Making sure I hit every spot I needed to for me to get what I needed.
This wasn't about him. It was about me.
"Fuck, Erica!" He grunted as he placed a hard smack on my ass.
It gave me the most satisfaction watching him fight.
I leaned in to kiss him slowly. Just as slow as I was riding him. The kiss added to the sensation I was feeling. Amazing.
He gripped my waist in his hands moving my body for me. Making sure I didn't go any faster or any slower. I took his hands and removed them. I held them above his head a little.
"I don't need any help. I got this." I said breathless.
With his hands being restricted I had full control. I bit my lip as I glanced down at him as I started bouncing rhythmically against his lap.
"Shit," He took one of his hands and gripped my arm tightly, almost bruising it. "Slow that shit down."
I listened to him. I planted my hands on his chest securely as I put my back into it a little more.
"Mhmm." I tossed my head back in pure ecstasy.
I felt him throbbing inside me ready to release all he had. I squeezed my insides tightly as I gripped onto him, still keeping my pace.
"Man, what the fuck!" He shouted, as he felt what I was doing. "I'm about to come."
I thought I lost my sexual power a long time ago but I am so glad I got it back.
"Me too." I breathed out. I kept on until I felt my orgasm coming on. I enjoyed this one because I was in control.
He held my body close to him. His legs started shaking as I felt him release inside of me. He had a firm grip on my ass feeling like he scratched my skin.
He rested his head against my chest. I rubbed the back of his head softly.