Chapter 45 Seduced By Forbidden Fruit

Whenever Trinity is in my life, whether I know it or not, she just has the ability to make my day so much worse than it already is. Now, that is when we do not see eye to eye. But in fact, at the very moment, I am staring a towering Trinity in the eye. I guess today much be lingerie shopping if she finds herself here.
Now the woman has to heart everything that Roman and I have discussed, and god does it give me complete pleasure to the bone knowing that she just heard that I am going to be with another woman.
Ya, I hope you heard it clear.
But now, if I thought that she would just go by her day, then I am sadly mistaken. Instead, she comes walking up to me, swaying those goddamn hips at a pace enough to kill me ten times over. She knows what she is doing, and she is doing it well.
But, ya, I am still the sucker for it.
I watch her stride one elegant toned and tanned legs in front of each other as she glides through the air on a pair of white stilettos that even inch higher than Raven s. She has a tiny little white number on; it flares in the wind as she continues to make her way over. One wink of a wind too much, and that damn thing flares up to my eyes pleasure. Those long brown locks seem to have a new hint of cherry blonde in between them. And her scent, god, the perfect mixture of soft pink rose and speck of lily and vanilla.
Fuck. Trinity Stone.
And just as I am about to move that hard-on an inch into a comfortable position, she stops and has to open her mouth, "Hey Colton."
"Trinity. Did not think daddy will let you out to play."
She only but chuckles at me, and then it is when it catches me, "Ah, see that you are still slipping you detail."
"They are no fun. They are not like you."
"Ya, glad there is only one asshole like me that gets his heartbroken." As the words slip from my lips, I try not to show the pain that is hiding away in my eyes.
I need to get out of here.
"It was nice seeing you, but I have other business to attend to now." And as I turn my fucking ass to run away, there is Roman next to me, "We will be off; I will see you tomorrow morning early."
Much to my annoyance, I grunt at him for leaving me alone here with this woman. But if I think I can run as well, next, I have Trinity in my face again.
"Colton, can we talk somewhere."
"We are talking somewhere."
"No, not here. Can I come over?"
I swear my fucking heart gives a skip of joy, and I am about to rip the thing from my chest! If I just as much as…
"Okay."
Ya, I need to be fucking sapped. What the hell did I say yes for. This woman is the one that broke me, and now, now you have just let her back into your house. What are you thinking? But let us not get away with ourselves. We are only going to talk.
Why do I sound like a goddamn schoolboy?
So I make a very nervous drive back home with Trinity in full view next to me. I know, Vic is still going to fucking kill me. But I just cannot help myself. She is there, within arm s reach. I can just slide my hand from the steering wheel on run it up that leg to find the lace panties that I know that she is not wearing.
Whoa…I am not going that way. I am not imagining Trinity Stone naked. Ya, who am I kidding? In my mind, I have already fucked her by now. But that is not even so close to happening.
And it is this thought that I have in mind as I push that key in to open my front door. I know that as we are walking inside to the lounge, that she is staring at my ass with each step that I take, so I pull away and turn to face her.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
Instead of answering, she reaches out to me, putting her small, warm hand on the back of my neck. Then she kisses me, first lightly, then more urgent. Her hips are tilted against mine; her breasts are against my chest; her whole body is sending a message that is undeniable.
Then she nibbles my ear, touching my face softly with her fingertips, and she whispers, "I have missed you, Colton."
"Trinity, stop, I cannot do this," I gasp as she takes another deep breath and pushes me back into the chair behind me.?
Then she slowly makes her way closer to me, swaying those goddamn hips from side to side on that six-inches of heels.
"Do you know how fucking sexy you are?" Ya, and I just that, but again, "Trinity no. I can't do this."
Then she steps back. Slowly and deliberately, she begins to undress.
A thin sheen of sweat builds and cools my skin as I watch her. My heart is racing, and it feels that I might have a heart attack. Every one of my senses is heightened. Then she leans forward and licks my bottom lip; I near crash and die. I reach for her hips, but she captures my wrists and places them back next to me.
She grins as she stands in front of me, still gyrating and never breaking eye contact. She turns her back to me. Her hands moved to the nape of her neck, and she stretched her arms upward, taking her hair with it until it drops. She slowly turns her head to look at me over her
She continues to peel herself out of her clothes until she is only wearing her bra and, strangely enough, a pair of panties. They are a dark red matching set, made mostly of sheer lace. She saunters over to me, turning her back; she places both her hands on my legs and lowers herself onto my lap, grazing my cock with her lace-covered ass.
Fuck. I. Cannot. Do. This
My restraint snaps, and I wrap one arm around her waist and one around her chest, slipping my fingers under the lace of her bra to find her nipple. My grip tightens, molding her onto my torso, and I press my lips to her shoulder. My hips jerk, pressing my erection onto her lace bottoms.
She moans when I slip two fingers under the elastic of her panties.
Next, she is on her knees between my thighs, tugging my pants down.
What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Colton.
I lace my fingers behind my head, not wanting to risk doing anything to make her stop.
She pauses and looks up at me through her lashes. She shrugs and wraps her hand around my erection, moving it up and down in slow strokes. I groan and lean back.
She glances up at me once again, and she can see the arousal in my eyes as I stare down at her. I pull her hair slightly and urge her on. I press her down over the bulge of my shaft, and she comes down over me, finding the very things that her lips are seeking for. By the time that she gently bites at me, I can see her starving for me.
"Slow down, princess," I softly whisper at her as she takes me into her mouth and pulse just below my head, applying a hard pressure against her rigid tone and lips sucking hungrily. She looks up at me, and I say softly again, "We have all the time in the world."
Ya, I will have this discussion of how wrong this is later…
For, I can feel her sexual hunger, a pure, untainted desire to give me pleasure. But there is more; there is something more that I can sense. Her submission to my desire sparked her own arousal.
I watch as she wets my entire erection with her pink tongue, "Princess, god, I am going to fuck you." Her velvety dark eyes are shining as she meets my eyes again. I winch in pleasure and throw my head back against the chair. I groan as she sucks me deep, and her throat tightens around my tip. Agonizing pleasure seizes me. I want her.
Her small hand fists me tight as I grunt in pleasure; my need for her is roaring in my veins. Through the blur of my raging lust, her head is bobbing hard over my lap, the friction of her taut lips is slowly sending me into oblivion as the pumping fist is killing me.
Then I feel that familiar tingling in my balls; I urge her to go even harder. "Princess. Fuck, I am going to cum." Yet, she pumps even harder than before.
I gasp at the sensation of her taking me deep once again, and my entire body begins to shudder.
"Aaahhh, fuck princess, I am cumming." The pleasure continues to wreck through my body as I cum over her tongue.
Then, I consume her mouth like a fire, my sleek tongue stroking the insides of her mouth, curling and entwining with her own. She lifts her body from between my legs, and I flip her down onto the chair. She lets out a soft whimper.
"Ssshhh princess," pulling her face-to-face again, I slide my hands between her legs, positioning my fingers and thumb. I nuzzle against her, my lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing her way up to her earlobe.?
"God, Colton."
She sighs as I work my fingers against her smooth seam, and in an instant, she loses her pose and loses herself in her own pleasure. I watch as she squeezes her eyes shut and clamps her thighs against my wrist, snapping her hips up before she freezes. All her muscles contract against my fingers.
I press her back even further on the chair and slide my tongue inside her. She lets out another shattering moan. Every time I hit the perfect spot, she makes the most glorious sounds, raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as I continue to plunder her with my tongue. She grabs my hair to even drive me in further. I keep thrusting into her, crooking my fingers, and hitting that perfect spot over and over again. Finally, her moans become long, and she burst into a high-pitched orgasm for the second time.
But I am not done. I drive inside to her once again, but this time I kiss and suck and worship every inch of her. I tease each of her nipples until they are hard and standing at attention. My tongue trails her belly, around her navel. Loving her. Tasting her. Moving down again, I meet her sweet clit that is begging for my touch. I swirl and swirl around, drinking her scent, drinking her reaction until I feel her tremble beneath me again.
I look up and find her gaze; much to my surprise, I see that she has been watching me all this time.
And if I am not in way too deep enough…I grip her by the hips and crush her body into me; with a loud growl, I lift her feet from the floor and carry her backward toward the bed…