Forbidden Cravings

The four-poster bed in Elizabeth's massive bedroom felt like a private kingdom, its white linens soft and luxurious, glowing under the morning light streaming through the tall windows. The polished marble floor reflected the sun's rays, casting a warm, golden hue across the room, but all I could focus on was Elizabeth—her naked body stretched out before me, her lips wrapped around my cock, her tongue working me with a skill that made my knees weak. Her full breasts swayed slightly as her head bobbed, her dark hair spilling over the edge of the bed, and my hands gripped her face

but...now my breath has been stopped because we are busted.

"Ehhh…" I stammered, my heart racing, a nervous smile tugging at my lips as I glanced at the maid, my face burning with awkwardness.

This was beyond bad—getting caught like this, with the first lady, my dick in her mouth? in her own bedroom? My stomach churned, my mind scrambling for an excuse, anything to make this less insane.

Elizabeth, though, didn't even flinch. She pulled back with a soft, wet pop, her lips leaving my dick as she flashed a calm, almost amused smile at maid.

"Oh, thank you for bringing that," she said, her voice smooth and unbothered, like we were discussing the weather. "Just set it on the table and leave." Without missing a beat, she leaned forward again, taking my cock back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.

"Arghhh…" I groaned, my eyes darting between Elizabeth and the maid, torn between the heat of her mouth and the sheer embarrassment of the moment. I forced a shaky smile at Clara, hoping I didn't look as panicked as I felt.

"Alright, ma'am," Clara said, her voice surprisingly steady, a small smile flickering on her lips as she crossed the room to the sleek bar counter. She set the glass down carefully, her cheeks still pink, and turned to leave, stealing one last glance at us like she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.

"And close the door, please," Elizabeth called out, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving back in, her lips closing around my hardened dick again, sucking with renewed focus.

"Sure, ma'am," Maid replied, her tone professional despite the situation.

She shut the door with a soft clack and a faint thud, leaving us alone again in the quiet room.

"Arghhh, fuck," I groaned, my head tilting back as Elizabeth's mouth worked me, her naked body stretched out on the bed, her curves catching the light.

I looked down at her, my hands on her face. "What was that even?" I asked, my voice a mix of disbelief and amusement, my heart still pounding from the interruption.

Elizabeth pulled back, her lips glistening, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"Relax and focus on me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Like I told you, I'm the queen here." She licked the side of my shaft, her tongue trailing slowly, leaving a slick path of saliva as she gripped my dick with one hand.

Her lips moved lower, kissing and sucking my balls with a teasing affection that sent a jolt through me.

"Ahhh… oh god…" I moaned, my head tipping back as the sensation hit harder, my body trembling. "You're gonna kill me for real, miss."

The realization that no one in this house would dare stop us..stop her..made it all feel wilder, like we were untouchable in this luxurious bedroom, her power and desire wrapping around me like a spell.

She smirked, her eyes glinting as she looked up at me.

Her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock before she took me deep again, her lips smooching along the sides. "I want you to lose it, Ezra. Just for me."

I groaned, my hands holding her by shoulderd as she sucked harder, her naked body open and inviting before me. The room, the mansion, the world outside—it all faded away. It was just her, me, and the heat of this moment, unstoppable and electric.

"Come on, Ezra, claim me as yours," she said, her voice low and teasing, that smirk daring me to take control. Her boldness, her raw desire for me, snapped something inside. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Ehehe, now you take this," I said, my voice rough with want as I cupped her face, guiding my cock toward her lips. She opened her mouth eagerly, her tongue flicking out as I pushed inside, the warmth of her mouth enveloping me.

"Arghhh, yeah… you want this, right?" I groaned, my hips thrusting forward, sliding my cock deeper into her throat.

The wet, rhythmic gawk, gawk, gawk filled the room as I moved, fucking her mouth with a steady pace. Her face flushed a deep pink, her eyes rolling up in pleasure, half-lidded and glassy, like she was lost in the moment. My hands held her face gently but firmly, my thumbs brushing her cheeks as I thrust my dick, chasing the rising heat in my core.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good, miss," I groaned, my voice breaking as I thrust harder, my hips rocking in a relentless rhythm.

Her naked body swayed with the motion, her hands sliding up to her own breasts, squeezing them, her fingers teasing her nipples as she moaned around me. The sight of her—powerful, untouchable, and giving herself to me like this—sent a jolt through me, pushing me closer to the edge.

"God, Elizabeth…" I muttered, my breath ragged, my eyes locked on her flushed face, her lips stretched around me. "You're too much."

She pulled back just enough to catch her breath, a string of saliva trailing from her lips to my cock as she grinned up at me. "Keep going, Ezra," she purred, her voice husky. "I want all of you." Then she took me back in, her tongue swirling around my shaft her lips tightening as she sucked harder, urging me on.

My head tilted back, my hands gripping her face as the pressure built, my cock throbbing in her throat.

"Arghh, I'm cumming…" I groaned, my voice raw as I pushed deep one last time, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

"Ahhh…" My legs trembled, my hands holding her face steady as I released, my hot semen spilling into her mouth. The pleasure was blinding, my whole body shaking as I rode out the climax, her lips still wrapped around me, taking every drop.