ForbiddentoSeduce

April
Vine

The only thing Ryan Redford could do to scare off his best
friend’s sexy, all-grown-up little sister when she orchestrates an all-out,
everything-bared seduction is to describe the most depraved sexual acts he can
think of—everything, in fact, he’s fantasized about doing to her—to ensure the
virgin runs in the opposite direction.

Hell, the steamy scenarios scared
him
.

Except the tantalizing Leah Jenkins is not accepting no for
an answer and takes his threats as promises—and expects him to deliver. On
every single dirty thing he said he would do to her.

A
Romantica®
contemporary erotic romance
from Ellora’s Cave

.

Leah Jenkins stood in the sultry lingerie store on the banks
of the Victoria and Alfred Waterfront and pondered rack after rack of panties.

She had spent the better part of the morning in the care of
professional hands beautifying her nether region and now she wanted it dressed
perfectly. It was, after all, the star of her show that she secretly titled
Leah
Gets Some…Finally.
Or more elaborately,
Leah’s Long-Deserved and
Much-Anticipated Undoing
.

And if one traveled in the arty circles abroad, it would be
dubbed as
The Coming of Age of Leah’s Puritanical Pussy
attached with
the byline
Featuring an Oscar-Winning Performance by an Incredibly Long Cock
.

Reviewers would say something along the lines of how without
the multiple-incher, the entire evening would just have fallen apart. Standing
ovation for the cock.

Sex For Everyone
would be quoted as saying, “The
pinnacle of all scenes was, of course, the climax of the night when Leah—and we
gotta love Leah—gets stuck with that amazing cock. Just amazing, the fit, the
fuck…everything. It had to have had audiences creaming in their pants. A job
well done.”

The Only Fuckers’ Guide You’ll Ever Need
, always
trying to find some moral appreciation for their audience, would say, “Leah
Jenkins, the hot South African newcomer, is certainly someone all young,
legal-aged and consenting females could relate to and the way she rode that
cock—wow, what a cock—would have any number of women going out and seeking
their own rides. They would want to scream her screams of bliss for themselves.
Pure coitus inspiration. Ten penises.”

The only hiccup she foresaw—her guest star, one dishy Ryan
Redford, owner of the much-talented cock, received no script whatsoever. As far
as he knew, the title went something like
Dinner with Leah
and, of
course, he’d think he knew enough about eating to improvise here and there and
for the rest, rely on experience. If he had any idea what awaited him was hot,
wet and oh so ready for him, he’d refuse to even audition for the part.

“Might I ask who he is?” A well-dressed saleslady tapped
Leah on the shoulder and brought her out of her daydreams. Gosh, she really
needed to step outside a bit more from the internship she did at the local
newspaper. Currently she’d been assigned a stint as movie critic and clearly
she started to think of her life in terms of headlines and reviews. She so
needed to get a life.

“Well…he’s just a guy I know,” Leah said, biting her lip.
Except he wasn’t just a guy she knew. He was Ryan Redford. But could she really
pull this off? She’d prepped, prodded, prepared and pepped herself into this.
She had to do it. As far as she knew, no one magically started getting younger
when they turned twenty-three. It was now or never.

“Ah, I see. Does he know what’s in store for him?”

“Well…no…not really.”
I’m thinking I should just spring
him with it, you know, not give him a chance to say no.
She had known him
all her life but as soon as she understood the nuances of a crush, the
six-foot-and-a-bit, green-eyed, raven-haired Ryan had been it.

“Well, you’re lovely, my dear. No guy will be able to resist
you.”

“Thank you,” Leah murmured, but knew otherwise when it came
to Ryan. “Actually, I’m kind of forbidden to seduce him.”

The saleslady’s expertly plucked brows arched and Leah
picked up a pair of pink lace panties and examined them. “He’s my older
brother’s best friend.”

Seven years older than she, Ryan treated her the exact same
way he did his own twin sister Raelene. He seemed oblivious that the instant he
entered the room, or brushed by her body, or looked at her, he weakened her
knees and stole her breath.

Would he laugh at her when she told him how she felt about
him? Would he insist she cover up if she presented herself to him in the nude
and then tell her she was confused? Worse, would he pull the whole
but
you’re like my little sister
card on her? Her shoulders sagged. She knew
Ryan wouldn’t just fall for her the instant she took off her clothes. She’d
have to fight for him any way she could. But she couldn’t go on in the state
she was. Something had to give.

She couldn’t pine for him day in and day out, with nothing
and no one who could extinguish the fire he ignited in her. And she did try.
She went on loads of dates, but the instant they leaned in to touch her, she
saw Ryan’s face in her mind, reiterating the truth she wanted only him to be
the one to touch her.

When she had turned sixteen and was dreamily hearts-and-roses
in love with him, Ryan and her brother Bill had disappeared on some secret
government mission. When he returned two years later, and she had turned
eighteen, her very innocent kiss-me crush on Ryan had catapulted into a
sweltering fuck-me-and-love-me obsession after seeing him in a completely
different light…and completely naked too.

She had to take charge of her life and that meant she had
summoned up the courage and called him and invited him to dinner at her house,
alone—without Bill. Okay, she had babbled through the invitation, but he had
accepted because he didn’t know it was a date. He assumed Bill was also going
to be there, he offered to bring them beers and wine for her. She didn’t
correct him.

“Your brother’s best friend,” the saleslady repeated,
peering over her spectacles at Leah. “In that case, we need to shatter the
obvious code they share about little sisters then, don’t we? Now, I have three
kinds of outfits I want to show you.”

“Just three?” Leah asked.

“Oh yes. One of them is all you’ll need.” She curled her
index finger and lured Leah to follow her to a counter where she removed a
pretty pink box.

“The Morning Rose.” She opened the box and showed Leah a
stunning baby-pink lacy bra and boy-shorts pair trimmed in delicate silk
ruffles. This was definitely something she would wear for herself. “For soft
kisses and candlelight cuddles,” the saleslady added.

Leah shook her head.

“The Sunset Rose, then, perhaps?” She retrieved another box
and opened it to reveal a gauzy blue bra and bikini set. “For a little wine and
silky sheets?”

Leah scrunched her nose. She needed something more bold when
it came to seducing Ryan and something with a lot less material to it.

“Then allow me to present to you the Midnight Rose.”

“The Midnight Rose?” Leah leaned forward, her entire
attention focused. Her eyes widened and her breath caught. She was struck with
a premonition that whatever the Midnight Rose meant, it would be something
delicious, daring and wicked.

The saleslady leaned in to whisper in Leah’s ear, “The
Midnight Rose says, ‘Take me, I’m yours to use as you want. I want your cock to
fuck me everywhere it can’.”

Leah couldn’t help the blush creeping into her cheeks but
she found what she was looking for. How could Ryan say no to her when she put
on the Midnight Rose set of underwear that was ridiculously sparse in all the
wrong places?

The black satin and leather bra was sparsely cut, meant to
squeeze the outer and lower curves of her breasts together until her nipples
would surely spill over. She was certain they would not be covered no matter
how hard she might try to pull and shove. The panties were a tiny triangle
attached to the string that she would use to fasten at her hips. Skimpy and
scanty and oh so sluttish. A shiver of excitement went through her.

“I’ll take…the Midnight Rose, thank you.”

But that wasn’t all there was to the Midnight Rose. Where
the Morning Rose came with a heart-shaped key ring, and the Sunset Rose came
with a cute little teddy bear, the black leather and satin Midnight Rose package
came with an ungodly sized battery-operated dildo.

“We’re having a promotion.” The saleslady winked at Leah.

Leah quickly signed her credit card receipt, grabbed her
parcel and fled. She so desperately needed Ryan to want her. No matter how much
she had motivated herself that she’d be okay if he rejected her, she might in
actual fact never recover from it.

* * * * *

Ryan Redford had become very accustomed to the groan inside
his head. It had started when he realized Bill was not a party to Leah’s dinner.
Alone, he had no right to be there. But that groan had gotten louder when he
saw her in that torturous little dress she greeted him in at the front door.

When he inhaled her perfume, the scent had started to
ricochet through his head with a thunderous boom. Drugged now, and beyond help,
he dared look at the thick-fringed, hazel-eyed beauty before him with her long,
scented dark-brown hair and wonderfully sexy body. She was still the sweetest
thing he had ever seen and he was so crazily in love with her he couldn’t think
straight anymore.

“I thought Bill would be here,” he said as he sat across
from her at her dining table.

“I didn’t invite him.” She hesitated for a second then
smiled at him. “I thought it could be just the two of us. Do you mind?”

Did he mind?
He had been in love with her since she
had turned eighteen when, suddenly, her legs were no longer just appendages,
but long and shapely, and ones he wanted wrapped around his waist as he pressed
his cock inside her. And then her breasts had suddenly filled out from nowhere,
ample and round, and every time he spotted her nipples through her t-shirt he
would physically salivate, knowing they would taste like honey in his mouth.
Her hips were made for his hands, her lips for his kisses, pink and lush.

But that wasn’t all. Not only had she become a full-blown,
touchable woman in all areas necessary, she could argue the hell out of him
and, even if he were right, she would turn those hazel eyes up at him and melt
his resolve. Yes, he had gotten it so bad for his best friend’s baby sister
that in the last five years, whenever she was near, he walked around with a
constant ache in his groin. But something was up with her. She seemed unusually
quiet this evening. A little tense.

“You’re not afraid of being alone with me, are you, Ryan?”
She didn’t look at him when she asked that, choosing to toy with her food
instead.

I’m petrified of being alone with you.

Consequently, he had separated himself from her, never
leaving an opportunity open where he might be alone with her, because just the
sight of her could turn an already titanic erection into a raging fire that
only her pussy juices could extinguish. And it had scared him then, as it did
now.

“You’re scary, you know. I’ve seen what your teeth can do
when you’re mad.”

“I was five years old and Bill took my apple.”

“Eighteen years later and he still carries the scar.”

She blushed and lifted her chin. “I can’t believe he even
told you I did that to him.”

And that was why he wasn’t going to break that implicit code
he shared with Bill. They met when they were fifteen years old and would save
each other’s lives and would die for each without question—it was how they
survived when the secret service sent them in the middle of whatever warfare
was going on.

It was elementally a matter of honor with him and Bill.
Never fuck your best friend’s sister, plain and simple. But it was also a
severe case of ”If I can’t have you, Leah Jenkins, no one else can”. His ego
was all warped, but he didn’t know what he’d do if he ever discovered she had a
serious boyfriend, let alone one she loved enough to marry.

She never had. He’d made it his business to know.

But that didn’t change the fact he was alone with her here,
having dinner with her without Bill to act as chaperone and conscience. And all
the while he was losing his thinking abilities quicker than he wanted as his
brain became consumed with what she wore under her clothes.

The thought had his cock aching. He should have left the
instant he knew Bill would not be joining them. He couldn’t trust himself alone
with her. This was Bill’s baby sister. She was eyes off, hands off, cock off.

“I’d better be going,” he said, his lasagna untouched.

“No, stay. It’s early and you haven’t even eaten anything
yet.” She rose from the table in her stylish but economically decorated dining
room and came to him. Her dress so light and meager as it danced around her
body, he knew with just one blow he’d be able to lift that flimsy fabric off
her thighs and take a peek at her panties. Fuck.

“I think I really should be going.”

“Ryan, stay, please,” she said softly, her hands spanning
across his chest. His heart began to thud. The size of his cock tripled. Was
she trying to kill him? “Stay with me,” she whispered as she raised her face
and pressed her lips innocently against his. She seemed so unsure of herself.

He growled. In an instant he would have had her in his arms.
He would have forced her mouth open so he could drive his tongue inside. God,
she would taste so sweet. He would kiss her until she moaned and gasped, and
those were the very thoughts that brought him to his senses. He peeled her off
his body.

“Leah, I’m leaving.” He made for the door, clenching his
fists.

“No.” She rushed to him then blocked his way.

“Dammit, stop this. Or you’re going to regret it.” He moved
her aside, the front door within his reach. But before he could turn the brass
handle, he froze in place.

“Oh…ooooohhhhh, Ryan, your cock is so big, it’s killing
me…oh baby…fuck my ass…shoot it all inside me. Oh yes, Ryan, pinch my
cunt…harder. God, you make me crazy, baby…my pussy juices are just pouring out
of me. Just fill my asshole with all your cum…baby. Oh, you are my god. No one
in this world has ever fucked me the way you do…no one ever will. Ring a bell,
Ryan?” she asked.