Chloe chuckled as her fingers, warm and insistent, slid down his arm, wrapping around his wrist with a gentle but unyielding grip that brooked no argument. She guided his trembling hand toward the straining bulge in her shorts, her touch light as a feather along his palm, tracing circles that made his skin prickle with unwanted electricity. "It's okay, Alex," she purred, her voice a soothing balm laced with wicked intent, her breath ghosting over his ear as she pressed his fingers against the hot, rigid length hidden beneath the fabric. He could feel it now, the thick swell of her cock pulsing against his hand, the material of her shorts doing little to mask the veined texture or the way it twitched with every beat of her heart, a living thing demanding attention. The sensation overwhelmed him—silken fabric stretched taut over steely hardness, the heat seeping into his palm like a brand, making his own cock throb harder in response, pre-cum leaking from his tip and soaking his boxers as his resistance crumbled under the raw, forbidden thrill.

Emboldened by his lack of protest, Chloe whispered encouragement, her lips brushing his lobe as she said, "Go on, feel what you've been craving all this time." His fingers, almost moving of their own accord, fumbled with the waistband of her shorts, her hand guiding his, as he pushed it down, revealing the base of her thick, uncut cock straining against the waistband of her silk panties. With a nudge from her, he hooked his fingers into the elastic and pulled them down, freeing her fully—her fat, veined shaft springing out, the head already slick with precum that glistened in the dappled sunlight, the musky scent of her arousal hitting him like a wave, making his mouth water and his knees weaken. She wrapped his hand around her, guiding him to stroke that heavy length, her skin velvety yet unyielding under his grip as he began to pump slowly, feeling every ridge and pulse, the way her balls drew up tight beneath. "That's it," she moaned softly into his ear, the sound a low, guttural vibration that sent shivers down his spine, her hips bucking subtly into his fist, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder with each deliberate motion.

Chapter 5

They stood that way, Alex stroking Chloe's throbbing member, in a timeless blur marked by his steady rhythms and her soft moans. Alex thought he could stand like this forever, feeling her, breathing in her breath, until she broke his reverie. "That's not all you want, though, is it?" she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky growl as she felt his hand falter, his grip tightening involuntarily around her throbbing dick. He gulped, the lump in his throat bobbing as he shook his head no then yes as his brain froze in a cocktail of shame and blistering need, his own cock straining painfully against his jeans, leaking more pre-cum that made his underwear stick to him. Chloe's eyes gleamed with triumph, her hand sliding to the back of his neck, fingers digging in just enough to assert control. "So get on your knees like a good boy," she commanded, her tone firm and laced with that playful dominance, "and show me how much you need this. Open that pretty mouth and take me deep—feel every inch stretching your throat while I fuck your face just right." The words hit him like a thunderbolt, his body obeying before his mind could catch up, sinking to the ground as the earthy scent of the garden mixed with her raw musk, the anticipation coiling in his gut like a serpent ready to strike.

The earthy scent of the garden soil mingled with the raw, musky tang of her arousal, filling Alex's nostrils as he knelt before her, his knees sinking into the soft grass that cushioned the hard ground beneath. Her thick, veined cock throbbed mere inches from his face, the slick head glistening with precum that beaded and dripped slowly down the shaft, its heavy weight bobbing slightly with her quickened breaths. He stared, transfixed, his mouth watering with an insatiable hunger he could no longer deny, the taste of her already lingering on his tongue in his mind's feverish haze. Shame twisted in his gut, a familiar knot of internalized fear, but it was drowned out by the throbbing ache in his own cock, straining against his jeans as if begging for release. "Open wide sissy slut," Chloe growled, her hand threading roughly through his short hair, yanking him forward with just enough force to make his scalp sting, guiding the fat tip of her uncut dick straight toward his parted lips.

Chapter 6

As her hot, slick head pressed against his mouth, Alex's lips stretched wide around the girth, the salty-sweet taste of her precum exploding across his tongue like a forbidden nectar. She thrust in deep on the first stroke, filling his mouth completely, the velvety skin of her shaft sliding over his tongue with a wet, slurping sound that echoed in the quiet garden. He gagged slightly at the sudden invasion, his throat tightening around her as she pumped her hips rhythmically, each forceful push driving her deeper, the head of her cock bumping against the back of his throat with a lewd, gagging squelch. The sensation was overwhelming—her dick throbbing and pulsing against his palate, the veins ridged and prominent under his lips, her balls slapping lightly against his chin with every aggressive thrust. Alex's hands gripped her thighs for support, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he surrendered, his resistance melting away into pure, ecstatic bliss, his own cock leaking freely now, soaking through his jeans in a sticky mess. "Fuck, yeah, take it all, you greedy cocksucker," she moaned, her voice ragged and triumphant, her hips bucking faster, the wet sounds of his sucking and her shaft plunging in and out growing louder, mixing with her breathy gasps and his muffled whimpers.

Chloe's pace quickened, her cock swelling even thicker in his mouth, the relentless pounding stretching his jaws and making his eyes water with a heady mix of pain and pleasure. He was in heaven, lost in the rhythm of her dominance, every thrust sending jolts of electric bliss straight to his core as her musky scent filled his senses, her moans escalating to desperate, animalistic cries that urged him on. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum all over that pretty face," she snarled, pulling out suddenly with a lewd pop, her hand stroking her slick, throbbing shaft furiously. Hot ropes of cum erupted from her tip, splattering across his cheeks, lips, and chin in thick, viscous streams, the warm fluid dripping down his skin as he knelt there, panting and dazed, his face a mess of her release and his own saliva. The sticky warmth coated him, marking him as hers, and in that moment, the shame and desire collided, leaving him trembling with an intoxicating rush of fulfillment he'd never known.

Chloe, still breathing heavily from her climax, reached down with a wicked grin, her fingers glistening as she scooped up the thick, viscous strands from his cheek and chin, the pearly fluid coating her digits in a sloppy mess. She pressed them firmly against his lips, smearing the salty, musky essence across his skin before sliding them into his mouth, the taste exploding on his tongue—warm and bitter-sweet, like a forbidden elixir that made his throat constrict with greedy hunger. He sucked hard, his lips wrapping around her fingers with desperate need, his tongue lapping at every drop, swirling around the ridges and crevices to catch the remnants of her release, the act igniting a fresh wave of humiliation and bliss that made his soaked cock twitch feebly in his stained jeans.

Chapter 7

"You're a good boy," she murmured, her voice a husky purr of approval as she withdrew her fingers with a wet pop, leaving his mouth tingling and his cheeks flushed deeper. With a gentle but firm grip on his arm, she helped him to his shaking feet, his knees wobbling like jelly from the intensity of the encounter, the garden's soft grass clinging to his pants as he rose. Her other hand cupped his face, thumb brushing away a stray bead of cum before she leaned in and planted a soft, lingering kiss on his forehead, her lips warm and tender against his sweat-dampened skin, a stark contrast to the raw dominance she'd just unleashed. "Tomorrow, same time," she winked, her eyes sparkling with playful promise, her voluptuous figure swaying as she stepped back, adjusting her shorts with a casual flick that left him staring at the curve of her ass.

He watched her saunter out of the garden, her hips rolling with confident grace, the fading sunlight catching the golden waves of her hair as she disappeared through the gate, leaving behind the lingering scent of her musk mingled with the earthy aroma of soil and blooms. Alone now, Alex felt a sticky, cooling wetness in his jeans, the realization hitting him like a thunderbolt—he'd cum hard in his pants without even touching himself, the evidence of his release seeping through the fabric and trickling down his thigh, a humiliating testament to how completely she'd unraveled him. In that moment, as his heart raced with euphoria, he saw his future, the depth of his craving for her dominance sinking into his soul like roots into fertile ground, promising more forbidden encounters that would shatter his carefully constructed world.

To Be Continued...

Garden of Forbidden Desires