The forbidden fruit

KADE’S P.O.V. 

    Elva had cajoled me to go see my new neighbor. She said it was courtesy to do so. Personally, I felt like I was being stressed and I did not think there was a need to socialize. However, my daughter wasn't someone I could say no to especially with the dramatic events that had happened in our lives.

My neighbor’s house didn't catch my fancy, nothing ever did. Well, until her daughter walked down the stairs, dressed in a sports shirt and short skirt that showed off her alluring thighs. When I raised my head and met her face, all the air in my lungs clogged. 

It was the same girl. 

The one that ran off at the hotel. I was pissed that she did because I had paid a huge amount to get a pussy to fuck. 

However, some minutes later, I received a text from the actual slut. She wasn't going to make it for reasons best known to her. It occurred to me that the sexy girl I had kissed and fingered wasn't the slut I had paid for. Seeing her here again, my breath seized. 

She was my neighbor’s daughter. 

Damn. I had fingered the daughter of my neighbor. A bad feeling coursed over me, I could hardly breathe after the atrocities I had committed. 

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, Elva came over and to my surprise, they were schoolmates. Her name was Angelina, and she looked like an angel. Her face was small, just like her body but her thighs were fucking thick.

She had freckles on her face, they were cute. Her strawberry-blonde hair was packed in a messy bun. 

She looked young and innocent and I felt bad for what I did to her. I hated myself right now. I should have never touched her that way. Guilt pressed in the back of my mind as I watched her. 

Back at home, Elva left early. I was left alone in the big house, left with my thoughts. All I could think about was Angel. Why was I calling her Angel? Her name was Angelina. Angelina Bryant. She had pouty lips and her smile was cute. I couldn't take her face out of my head. 

Thinking about it, I was quite rough. I mentally slapped my head for my behavior that day. But I couldn't resist her that day, She was very sexy, clad in a short skirt and white crop top. She looked extremely good, and she was hard to avoid. 

I wiped my hand across my thigh and impulsively hit my hard cock. It was hard as a rock. I shifted my gaze to it, and truly, it was erect. 

I was in awe because my dick usually took effort to become erected. It took sucking and stroking to get it hard. However, just the thought of Angel did this.

I pulled my shorts over it and damn, it was stretched and freaking huge. I brushed my hand through it, and the veins expanded as I did. I tried to stop but the claws of the ecstasy it brought had already dug deep into my soul. 

All that came to my head was her long, slender fingers skimming through it instead. My lips parted as crazy pleasure rippled through me. I had never felt anything like it. She was different. I pulled my hand upward until I got to the cap, and the thought of her pouty lips wrapping around it hit like electric. 

Strings of pleasure engulfed me and I started to do that which I did not want to do. I began to stroke my erected phallus uncontrollably while having her images in my head. I proceeded to have crazy images of Angel stroking me instead. 

My head whipped backward when my cock tugged. Instantly, I felt myself drawn nigh to orgasm. My hands vibrated the same way pleasure coursed through me. The next second, creamy juice flung out of my dick and I gently rubbed it over my veined member. 

Suddenly, I heard a soft moan that sounded like Angel’s. My heart pounded hard in my ribcage as I turned around and saw her standing behind the door, peeking. 

Fuck. 

No. No. No. 

I panicked while trying to cover my dick. She shouldn't have seen all of these. Did she hear me moan her name? She too looked shocked but composed herself quickly and walked into my office. Her eyes scanned my library and she seemed to be fascinated by the numerous books I had obtained. 

However, I was taken aback by her dress. It was skimpy and it revealed her cleavage. She looked hot. 

Her skin radiated. I felt my dick twitch but I remained quiet. It wouldn't harden again, would it? 

Angel didn't look scared, she was brave. 

Naughty and brave. Some kind of feelings aroused inside of me. Fascination. Yes, I was fascinated. She should have run off or apologized for watching but she didn't. 

After dropping the cupcakes, she tilted over, and her tits caught my eyes quickly sending a sparking sensation down my spine. 

All that replaced my head was Angel. A voice whispered her name in my heart, streaming through me like an electric wave.   

She was horny. I could see in her eyes that she wanted something. Something that I couldn't give to her. Because it was wrong. I cast my eyes away before I could do something I’d regret. It took a lot of willpower to look away because her boobs were tempting but I had jo choice. 

That night was a colossal mistake. One Elva could never find out about. She left, without a word. 

I wanted to run after her but just then, my phone beeped, grabbing my attention. 

I took it off the table and checked the message. 

“I have some information you would like to see.” 

“Alright, bring it to my office tomorrow. ” I replied and dropped my phone. I couldn't concentrate on anything at the moment so I definitely had to cool off. 

I looked down and my dick was hard like a fucking stick. The earlier I sorted out the reason behind my stay in the New York arm of my company, the better for me.And while I was at that, I could fuck every other person but Angel, my daughter's friend.