Forbidden Flames: Steamy Series - Chapter 162: Chapter 162
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James’s P.O.V.
The next morning, I wake up in my bed with a woman in my arms and feeling her warm breath tickling my chest. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect. I tighten my hold on her naked body, feeling so damn complete and content. Like always, I inhale the scent of her hair—sweet, familiar, and something uniquely her. It calms my soul.
A smile spreads across my face as I look down at her.
Selena.
The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
As my day starts seeing her face, only one thought comes to my mind that I want to wake up like this every single day. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never felt this way about any woman before. But with her? I can’t stop thinking about forever, and it feels so damn right.
A few strands of hair fall across her face, and I gently tuck them behind her ear before kissing her forehead. As I run my fingers through her hair, she stirs in my arms and her body shifts against mine.
She slowly opens her eyes and gives me a lazy, sleepy smile that touches the core of my heart.
“Morning, James.” Her voice is husky with sleep, and I want to hear it every morning.
It’s so intoxicating.
“Morning, sunshine.” I tilt her chin up and capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss, sucking her tongue.
Damn, her lips are so soft, so sweet. I could kiss her forever. She moans into my mouth, gripping my hair and kissing me back just as hungry as I am.
My wild little miss!
I pull back with a mischievous smile on my face and look deep into her sleepy eyes. “Let’s take a shower together.”
Her eyes light up instantly at my words. “Yes! Save water, shower together.”
As I climb down the bed and lift her into my arms, she giggles, making me chuckle.
I’ve never felt this happy in my thirty-seven years of life. Never. I’m grateful for the day she kissed me, completely unaware that I was her father’s best friend.
I carry her to the bathroom and make her stand under the shower before turning on the water. As the cold stream cascades down our bodies, I step closer and grab her waist before pulling her against me. Her wet skin presses into mine, and I feel her body shiver—not from the cold water, but from my touch.
I brush her damp hair aside, exposing her wet neck, and bury my face there. I suck the water droplets from her neck to her collarbone while my hand moves up, squeezing one of her breasts.
She moans, throwing her head and digging her fingers into my hair.
As I pinch her nipple and bite down on her neck at the same time, she cries, arching against me. “James…”
Fuck, I love hearing my name on her lips. The way she screams it, breathless, desperate—it makes my dick throb painfully.
I smirk against her skin before twisting her nipple and sucking on her collarbone, making her squirm even more. She moans my name again, and this time, I lose it. My cock is rock hard, pressing against her stomach, and she feels it.
Her hands slide down between us and wrap around my length. My muscles tense as I groan, and my head falls on her shoulder.
“I know how to drive you crazy.” She strokes me slowly.
I lift my head and meet her gaze. Her eyes are burning with desire, and her teasing smile is making her look fucking irresistible.
She’s playing with fire.
As her other hand cups my balls, massaging them lightly, my body burns despite the cold water falling over us.
“Stop doing it,” I say, frustrated.
She smirks. “Stop doing what, Mr. Luther?”
There it is again. That damn teasing tone. She knows I don’t like it. She knows I want her to call me by my first name. And she’s deliberately doing this.
She needs a lesson. But first, I’ll let her finish what she’s doing.
“Stop calling me that, Selena,” I warn her in a husky tone.
She just grins and tightens her grip around me before increasing the pace of her strokes.
I groan, my fingers digging into her skin as I grab her thigh.
“You love stroking your father’s friend’s cock, don’t you?” I ask, licking the water droplets from her jawline.
She gasps at my words, and her hand falters for a second before she strokes me harder, as if challenging me.
Damn! This woman is unbelievable.
I smile, closing my eyes in pure pleasure. Her hands feel fucking amazing on me, but she still needs to learn her lesson. She can’t tease me like this all the time.
And then she does it again. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Mr. Luther?”
I open my eyes and give her a dark, deadly stare, gripping her neck—not enough to hurt, just enough to make her pulse race.
“Spread your legs for me,” I command in my deep and rough voice.
She obeys without a question, and without a warning, I bring my hand down between her thighs, spanking her dripping pussy.
She gasps, jumping in place as the sharp sound echoes through the bathroom, mixing with the sound of water falling on the floor.
I do it again. Harder this time.
Her legs instinctively press together, but I grab her thighs and force them apart, warning her through my eyes. “Don’t fucking close your legs again, Selena.”
She trembles and moans loudly as I spank her soaked core again and again without even letting her catch her breath back. “Now, call me Mr. Luther.” I pinch her clit, causing her to writhe.
“James…” She screams, squeezing her eyes shut as she clutches my shoulder.
“Say my name again,” I demand, slowly rubbing her swollen, sensitive clit before spanking her one last time.
“James… please… I need you.” She begs, her legs shaking.
A smug smile flashes on my face because that’s what I wanted.
I stop the sweet torture and hold the hand shower before adjusting the pressure to the highest setting.
When she realises what I’m about to do, her eyes go wide with anticipation, and my lips curve into a wide smile.
“Let’s see how long you can handle this, little miss.”
Her breath becomes heavy and her chest rises and falls as I pin her wrists above her head against the cold bathroom tiles. I press my body against her, and her hard nipples graze my chest and her racing heartbeat drums against me.
Our wet, naked bodies press together and the cold water cascading down our burning-hot bodies is so erotic, intensifying the passion between us.
“What do you want? Beg me properly, little miss,” I command before capturing her lips in a rough, punishing kiss.
As I pull back, she looks at me with her eyes filled with profound desire and need. “Please make me come hard, Daddy.”
Fuck. The way she begs, the way she calls me that—it sets my entire body on fire. Now all I want is to fulfill every wildest desire of my little girl.
Without a warning, I position the hand shower between her thighs. The moment the water pressure hits her clit, she gasps and her sounds of pleasure echo through the bathroom. She clenches her fingers together in my grip, her wrists still pinned above her head, and her eyes squeeze shut as pure pleasure overtakes her.
“Are you liking it?” I ask, adjusting the water pressure to hit her exactly where she needs it. Her legs tremble, and her entire body shivers under my control.
The sight of her like this makes my dick ache painfully. I want to bury myself inside her so badly.
“Yeah! Come for your Daddy.”
“Oh, yes…” She screams, her wetness dripping down her thighs, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I yank the hand-shower away and let it fall to the floor with a loud clatter. I gently release her wrists before sliding my hands down her arms until they rest on her hips.
Her eyes flutter open, still hazy with satisfaction. Seeing that look on her face—knowing I’m the one who put it there—fills me with a strange, unexplainable joy.
She rests her forehead against mine, smiling. “That was…”
“Perfect,” I complete her sentence, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “You’re perfect.”
She laughs. Damn! This sound is warmer than the water surrounding us.
She wraps her arms around my neck and tangles her fingers in my wet hair as she pulls me closer. “The world disappears when I’m with you, James. You make me forget about everything.”
I tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. “Same here, little miss. When I’m with you, there’s nothing else. Just us.”
I hold her gaze, and I see it again—our future. It’s something I never thought I would want, never thought I could feel. But she makes me feel everything. She’s becoming my everything. And I never want to lose her.
She looks at me for a moment longer before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. The tenderness in it is enough to steal my breath. I respond by squeezing her ass, pulling her against me as we lose ourselves in the kiss.
Under the running water, time stops.
It’s just her and me.
Nothing else.
No one else.
Just us.
The next morning, I wake up in my bed with a woman in my arms and feeling her warm breath tickling my chest. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect. I tighten my hold on her naked body, feeling so damn complete and content. Like always, I inhale the scent of her hair—sweet, familiar, and something uniquely her. It calms my soul.
A smile spreads across my face as I look down at her.
Selena.
The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
As my day starts seeing her face, only one thought comes to my mind that I want to wake up like this every single day. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve never felt this way about any woman before. But with her? I can’t stop thinking about forever, and it feels so damn right.
A few strands of hair fall across her face, and I gently tuck them behind her ear before kissing her forehead. As I run my fingers through her hair, she stirs in my arms and her body shifts against mine.
She slowly opens her eyes and gives me a lazy, sleepy smile that touches the core of my heart.
“Morning, James.” Her voice is husky with sleep, and I want to hear it every morning.
It’s so intoxicating.
“Morning, sunshine.” I tilt her chin up and capture her lips in a slow, deep kiss, sucking her tongue.
Damn, her lips are so soft, so sweet. I could kiss her forever. She moans into my mouth, gripping my hair and kissing me back just as hungry as I am.
My wild little miss!
I pull back with a mischievous smile on my face and look deep into her sleepy eyes. “Let’s take a shower together.”
Her eyes light up instantly at my words. “Yes! Save water, shower together.”
As I climb down the bed and lift her into my arms, she giggles, making me chuckle.
I’ve never felt this happy in my thirty-seven years of life. Never. I’m grateful for the day she kissed me, completely unaware that I was her father’s best friend.
I carry her to the bathroom and make her stand under the shower before turning on the water. As the cold stream cascades down our bodies, I step closer and grab her waist before pulling her against me. Her wet skin presses into mine, and I feel her body shiver—not from the cold water, but from my touch.
I brush her damp hair aside, exposing her wet neck, and bury my face there. I suck the water droplets from her neck to her collarbone while my hand moves up, squeezing one of her breasts.
She moans, throwing her head and digging her fingers into my hair.
As I pinch her nipple and bite down on her neck at the same time, she cries, arching against me. “James…”
Fuck, I love hearing my name on her lips. The way she screams it, breathless, desperate—it makes my dick throb painfully.
I smirk against her skin before twisting her nipple and sucking on her collarbone, making her squirm even more. She moans my name again, and this time, I lose it. My cock is rock hard, pressing against her stomach, and she feels it.
Her hands slide down between us and wrap around my length. My muscles tense as I groan, and my head falls on her shoulder.
“I know how to drive you crazy.” She strokes me slowly.
I lift my head and meet her gaze. Her eyes are burning with desire, and her teasing smile is making her look fucking irresistible.
She’s playing with fire.
As her other hand cups my balls, massaging them lightly, my body burns despite the cold water falling over us.
“Stop doing it,” I say, frustrated.
She smirks. “Stop doing what, Mr. Luther?”
There it is again. That damn teasing tone. She knows I don’t like it. She knows I want her to call me by my first name. And she’s deliberately doing this.
She needs a lesson. But first, I’ll let her finish what she’s doing.
“Stop calling me that, Selena,” I warn her in a husky tone.
She just grins and tightens her grip around me before increasing the pace of her strokes.
I groan, my fingers digging into her skin as I grab her thigh.
“You love stroking your father’s friend’s cock, don’t you?” I ask, licking the water droplets from her jawline.
She gasps at my words, and her hand falters for a second before she strokes me harder, as if challenging me.
Damn! This woman is unbelievable.
I smile, closing my eyes in pure pleasure. Her hands feel fucking amazing on me, but she still needs to learn her lesson. She can’t tease me like this all the time.
And then she does it again. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Mr. Luther?”
I open my eyes and give her a dark, deadly stare, gripping her neck—not enough to hurt, just enough to make her pulse race.
“Spread your legs for me,” I command in my deep and rough voice.
She obeys without a question, and without a warning, I bring my hand down between her thighs, spanking her dripping pussy.
She gasps, jumping in place as the sharp sound echoes through the bathroom, mixing with the sound of water falling on the floor.
I do it again. Harder this time.
Her legs instinctively press together, but I grab her thighs and force them apart, warning her through my eyes. “Don’t fucking close your legs again, Selena.”
She trembles and moans loudly as I spank her soaked core again and again without even letting her catch her breath back. “Now, call me Mr. Luther.” I pinch her clit, causing her to writhe.
“James…” She screams, squeezing her eyes shut as she clutches my shoulder.
“Say my name again,” I demand, slowly rubbing her swollen, sensitive clit before spanking her one last time.
“James… please… I need you.” She begs, her legs shaking.
A smug smile flashes on my face because that’s what I wanted.
I stop the sweet torture and hold the hand shower before adjusting the pressure to the highest setting.
When she realises what I’m about to do, her eyes go wide with anticipation, and my lips curve into a wide smile.
“Let’s see how long you can handle this, little miss.”
Her breath becomes heavy and her chest rises and falls as I pin her wrists above her head against the cold bathroom tiles. I press my body against her, and her hard nipples graze my chest and her racing heartbeat drums against me.
Our wet, naked bodies press together and the cold water cascading down our burning-hot bodies is so erotic, intensifying the passion between us.
“What do you want? Beg me properly, little miss,” I command before capturing her lips in a rough, punishing kiss.
As I pull back, she looks at me with her eyes filled with profound desire and need. “Please make me come hard, Daddy.”
Fuck. The way she begs, the way she calls me that—it sets my entire body on fire. Now all I want is to fulfill every wildest desire of my little girl.
Without a warning, I position the hand shower between her thighs. The moment the water pressure hits her clit, she gasps and her sounds of pleasure echo through the bathroom. She clenches her fingers together in my grip, her wrists still pinned above her head, and her eyes squeeze shut as pure pleasure overtakes her.
“Are you liking it?” I ask, adjusting the water pressure to hit her exactly where she needs it. Her legs tremble, and her entire body shivers under my control.
The sight of her like this makes my dick ache painfully. I want to bury myself inside her so badly.
“Yeah! Come for your Daddy.”
“Oh, yes…” She screams, her wetness dripping down her thighs, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Fuck, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
I yank the hand-shower away and let it fall to the floor with a loud clatter. I gently release her wrists before sliding my hands down her arms until they rest on her hips.
Her eyes flutter open, still hazy with satisfaction. Seeing that look on her face—knowing I’m the one who put it there—fills me with a strange, unexplainable joy.
She rests her forehead against mine, smiling. “That was…”
“Perfect,” I complete her sentence, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “You’re perfect.”
She laughs. Damn! This sound is warmer than the water surrounding us.
She wraps her arms around my neck and tangles her fingers in my wet hair as she pulls me closer. “The world disappears when I’m with you, James. You make me forget about everything.”
I tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. “Same here, little miss. When I’m with you, there’s nothing else. Just us.”
I hold her gaze, and I see it again—our future. It’s something I never thought I would want, never thought I could feel. But she makes me feel everything. She’s becoming my everything. And I never want to lose her.
She looks at me for a moment longer before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. The tenderness in it is enough to steal my breath. I respond by squeezing her ass, pulling her against me as we lose ourselves in the kiss.
Under the running water, time stops.
It’s just her and me.
Nothing else.
No one else.
Just us.
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