Forbidden Ground

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 27,500
2 Ratings (3.0)
When Cassandra is sent on assignment to the Texas Panhandle, her boss sends Braden Miller to accompany her, much to her disgust. After her recent disappointing relationship and breakup, all she wanted was to be alone.

Sparks fly between the two investigative reporters until Cassandra finds out that behind his good looks, hides a caring, loving man.

Fate plunges them into a time warp and they find themselves in what seems to be a ghost town. However, at night it mysteriously comes to life and they are invited by the owner to come and stay at his mansion. Cassandra and Braden find themselves indulging in sexual practices they'd never normally would have engaged in.

Forbidden Ground
2 Ratings (3.0)

Forbidden Ground

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 27,500
2 Ratings (3.0)
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"How about I listen to the radio. Maybe they're broadcasting storm warnings. Don't forget the twisters they get in this area."

"Oh, I'd love to see one. I've only ever seen them on pictures or in movies. I've never been that close to nature's fury."

"Cassie, you don't know what you're wishing for. Only the people who chase twisters have been that close, or the poor souls who are stricken by one. People have lost their lives, their homes."

She sighed. "You're right of course."

Braden turned on the radio and all he got was static. "Too much electricity in the air. Listen to it."

"I hear. Okay, let's get moving." She saw the stubborn set of his chin and knew he was against it. "Wouldn't the people in the diner have known if there was a twister on its way?"

"I suppose. Oh well, I've driven in storms before. I guess this one will be no different," he said as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

She could feel the wind tugging at the car. It was as if Thor, the god of thunder, was fighting with them. They had traveled about twenty miles when the downpour began. The wipers could hardly keep up with the sheet of rain slashing against the windshield and it wasn't long before Braden pulled over to the shoulder.

"We'd better sit this out for a bit until it simmers down."

She shivered. "Yes, you can't see the road anymore. No, don't say it," she said as she saw his lips open.

"What? Oh No, I won't. I was going to offer you the blanket in the back. You're shivering."

It was on the tip of her tongue. He'd told her so, but she didn't want to give him that satisfaction. "I'm not really cold. I don't know why I'm shivering."

"Are you afraid?"

"No, not really. I had a strange premonition. I get those sometimes."

"Come here," he said and placing his arm around her shoulders pulled her against his hard body. She shivered again, this time because of his nearness. Never in a million years would she have thought Braden to be so caring.

"I wish now" she started.

"I know. You're just a stubborn woman," he said, but in a kind tone. "We'll be fine."

"I'm anxious to start the investigation. It will take my mind off other things."

"What things, Cassie? I know there is a man in your life. Does it have to do with him?"

For a second she had a sharp retort ready that her personal life was none of his business, but for some reason it didn't come out. Instead, tears started. He pulled her closer against him. She felt his cheek on the top of her head and she welcomed the caring embrace.

"Talk to me, Cassie. Tell me what's bothering you?"

Haltingly she told him what had happened. She needed to talk to someone about it. But to Braden? Would he even understand? "It's still very fresh, Braden."

"I gather that. Though for the life of me I don't know why you're wasting your tears on the loser."

"I loved him. We were very happy these last two years and going to get married." She had to talk loud because the rain pelted on the car so hard, the noise was deafening. It had become very dark.

"Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Obviously he didn't love you the same as you loved him," Braden said, tilting her face, "or he wouldn't have cheated on you like that."

"Braden, you're the biggest flirt in the office. I never expected you to be hiding such principles," she couldn't help saying.

"You'd be surprised what lurks behind my charm."

It had gotten so dark, she could barely see his face but she knew he was grinning. His face was very close to hers and before she realized, he kissed her. It was a kiss of friendship at first, but she clung to his lips as if they were a lifesaver. And they were in a sense. Because she pressed hard against his lips his opened automatically and he claimed her in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring. The wild abandonment that coursed through her body was beyond her comprehension. Her thoughts stilled, the noise of the storm dulled as she lost herself in the most passionate kiss she'd ever experienced.

Suddenly he pulled away. "I'm sorry. I forgot myself. I guess the situation, being so close to you"

A bolt of lightning lit the interior of the car. She saw his eyes darkened with desire for her. It felt good to be wanted, even if she hardly knew Braden. Why not? Her body was on fire, her crotch aching with a longing she didn't know she possessed. The storm and the close proximity of their bodies, his handsome face, all acted as a major aphrodisiac. "It's okay," she whispered and moved closer to him, her lips barely touching his, her tongue licking his lips. He tasted manly. The scent of his cologne drifted into her nostrils and she tried to move closer to him, but the steering wheel prohibited it. He sensed what she wanted and within seconds both seats were down and he swung over to her side pinning her beneath his body. She felt his cock press against her, the bulge hard, and she ached to explore but they were so cramped, she could barely move.

He kissed her long and hard and shifted off her ever so slightly so he could get his hand under her skirt. She felt his fingers yank at the g-string panties and after he stripped them down to her knees, his thumb rubbed her clit until she squirmed beneath him. Desperate now to feel him against her naked body, she tugged at his t-shirt and managed to pull it over his head. She hadn't even noticed that he'd undone the buttons of her blouse, the front fastening of her bra. Fumbling with his belt, the button of his jeans, she finally managed to grasp that which she longed to feel, to examine. She gasped when she felt his rock hard cock. It was big, so big that her hand didn't even fit around it, and it throbbed in her hand.

She felt him wriggling out of the jeans, kicking them off. Then he pulled the skirt over her head. The panties snapped as she spread her legs to accommodate him. He lifted her slightly to take off the blouse and finally they lay naked in each other's arms. He pressed her hard against his chest for a moment. She felt his cock searching for entry and raised her hips to meet him. He leaned on his hands then and she looked up at the man hovering above her, ready to claim her. She could barely make him out. It had become inky black, the storm still raging around them, the rain pelting down on the car. Another bolt of lightning was followed by loud thunder. It lit the interior and for a moment they could see each other.

"My God, you're beautiful," he shouted and entered her then. She gasped when he inched in. It felt as if she were still a virgin. Never before had she felt so filled, felt a man so fully within her. Sure, Jason had not been small, but neither had he been big like this. It felt heavenly, it felt like more, she wanted him deeper, all the way inside her. His hands were on her breasts, kneading, tweaking her nipples until they protruded fully from her breasts. She groped for his buttocks and yanked him closer, pulled him inside her more.

He grunted and slammed into her, filling her completely with one stroke. She screamed as she reached an orgasm immediately, her juices lubricating them both. The climax had not satiated her. She wanted more, she wanted to feel him move within her, to climax with him. He leaned down and holding a breast in each hand he squeezed hard until her breasts were like ripe peaches ready to burst. She thrust her body up toward his lips begging for him to suck her nipples.

He sucked each nipple briefly, then his tongue traveled up to her neck, her chin, and finally her lips. His kiss was forceful, yet tender. She explored the maleness of his mouth and thought she'd burst as he sucked her tongue. The world spun around her, faster and faster. His cock stroked the inner walls of her vagina. An intense shudder passed through his body and she knew he was almost ready to come. "My God, Braden, harder, harder," she screamed. He moved faster, pushed all the way into her, until she felt him deep inside her touching her to the very core. His cock swelled and within seconds her own desire came to a boiling point. "Yes, yes, yes," she shouted as she came and felt his semen soak them both.

The world continued to spin, they rolled through the car as if glued together, entwined, still breathing heavy from the passion they'd just quenched. Somewhere in the distance she heard some loud bangs, the world rocked as her clit once again began to throb and she groped for his now flaccid cock working it to make it hard again. She wanted more, needed more.

Somehow his face ended up between her legs and she yelled out her longing and grabbed his hair, pushing his head hard between her legs, shoving his face against her crotch. His tongue entered her and she rotated her hips as he licked, sucked, nibbled at her clit. She wanted him again, needed him again to fill that empty void in her chest, the place where her heart had once been. She slid lower, pulled his hair upward towards her face, waiting in anticipation for him to suck the breath from her.

When he took her lips again, she thought the world would never stop spinning. And then all else faded away and she felt herself sinking into a pit of darkness.

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