TABOO:BATION — 50 SHADES OF FORBIDDEN SHORTS novel Chapter 11

ANATOMY LESSONS WITH STEPDAUGHTER:

“Fuck!” I cursed.

My head fell back against the sofa cushions. Every nerve in my body screamed–a bolt of pure, forbidden electricity that shot straight to my brain.

This was the moment I should have stood up. This was the moment I should have pushed her away and

ended this madness. 1

But as I looked down at her, I saw her face. She wasn’t smirking, nor was she acting like a temptress. She was looking at the bulge in her hand with wide, focused eyes, her brow furrowed in genuine wonder.

She pulled the elastic of my boxers down, and I sprang out, thick and angry, throbbing in the dim light. I was fully exposed, my cock standing straight up toward my navel, a dark contrast against her pale, delicate hands.

“It’s so… hot,” Angel whispered. As she leaned closer, her breath fanning over the sensitive head like she wanted to see more. “And it’s so much bigger than the diagrams in the books. It looks so tense, Daddy.

Like it’s about to burst.”

She reached out with her other hand, using her index finger to trace the heavy vein that ran along the side.

“Ahhhh…” I let out a low, shaky moan, my hips involuntarily twitching toward her touch.

“Angel… you have to… ahh… ohh… you have to stop,” I gasped, even though I wasn’t moving to stop her.

“But I want to understand,” she murmured. “In class, they said it’s just a muscle, but this doesn’t feel like a muscle. It feels like it has its own heartbeat.” 1

She wrapped her whole hand around it in a firm grip. She started to slide her palm up, slowly, watching the way the skin moved, watching the way the tip of my cock turned a deeper shade of purple under her pressure. “Look,” she whispered, pointing with her thumb. “There’s a little drop of water on the top. Is it crying? Did I hurt you?”

She touched the bead of pre–cum, rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger. She looked at the sticky, clear liquid like it was a fascinating secret. That was it. That was the breaking point. The needy man inside my brain snapped. If she wanted to be curious, then I would cure that curiosity. If she wanted to play the role of the innocent student, I was going to be the most thorough teacher she ever had. 1

I stopped trying to pull away and I leaned into it. I decided to exploit every bit of that “innocence” she was offering.

“It’s not crying, Angel,” I rasped, my voice becoming thick with a dark, predatory intention. I reached out and grabbed her chin, slowly raising her face to look up at me. “It’s called lubricant. And it means the body is ready for more. If you really want to learn, you can’t just look. You have to feel the difference.”

Angel’s eyes went wider, but she didn’t pull back. She stayed kneeling between my legs. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I said, my hand sliding down from her chin to the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair. “I mean that a man’s body is like a machine. And if it’s this tense, it only means that it needs to be worked on.” 

“Worked on? How?” 1

I smiled slightly. “I will teach you how.”

I guided her hand, wrapping my larger fingers over her small ones, forcing her to grip me tighter. “You hold it this tight,” I instructed. Then I moved our hand, starting to show her the rhythm.

“Stroke it like this, Angel. Up and down. All the way to the base. Feel how hard it is?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. That’s the tension you were talking about. And guess what?”

“I do,” she whispered, her focus unwavering. “It’s getting even harder. Is that good?”

“Then you need to feel the texture,” I said. I reached down and unbuttoned the single button of her top. She didn’t stop me. She watched with a dazed expression as I spread the fabric, revealing her small, round, firm breasts. The nipples were already hard, poking through the thin air.

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