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Forbidden Liaisons - part 3
“Another battle, another victory,” you think, as you celebrate your latest business win.
You close the door to your office, relishing the moment of quiet triumph before the inevitable storm of calls and congratulations floods your phone.
A part of you wishes that Scaramouche were here, sharing this victory with you.
The thought brings a pang of longing - not just for his physical presence, but also for the emotional connection that has been growing between you both.
It’s thrilling and intoxicating, but as your career continues to climb, it feels increasingly risky.
Can you really balance this secret romance with your relentless pursuit of success?
In the quiet of your apartment, you and Scaramouche share your fears.
He talks about his past betrayals, how he’s always been too focused on business to let anyone get close to him.
You listen intently, your heart aching for the vulnerable man behind the enigmatic facade.
As it’s your turn to share, you reveal your doubts about your career ambitions – the fear that love might jeopardize everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve.
You admit that sometimes, you wonder if it might be better to walk away from this passionate affair before it destroys both of your lives.
Scaramouche takes a deep breath and looks into your eyes with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.
“I want you,” he says in a low voice, his gaze unwavering.
“All of you.
But I’m scared.” His admission is raw and honest, and for the first time, you see him as truly vulnerable.
As you stare at each other, both grappling with your fears and desires, a new understanding dawns between you.
This isn’t just about lust or even love – it’s about trust, about opening up to someone in ways that terrify you both.
And yet, you can’t deny the hunger that burns within you, the need to be with this man who understands you like no one else.
“I want you too,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
“But I’m scared as well.” The words are weighted with significance, acknowledging the risks and dangers that come with your clandestine affair.
But they also serve as an affirmation of your love for Scaramouche – a love that you’re both willing to fight for, despite the odds stacked against you.
As Scaramouche pulls you into his arms, there is no doubt in either of your minds about what will happen next.
Your lovemaking is intense and passionate, fueled by emotions far deeper than mere physical attraction.
It’s not just about desire anymore – it’s about connection, about the profound bond that has grown between you both.
You can feel every inch of Scaramouche’s body against yours, his hard cock pressed against your stomach as he kisses you with a hunger that leaves you breathless.
His hands explore your curves, molding to the contours of your breasts and hips as if they were made for each other.
Moaning softly, you arch your back, eager for more.
Scaramouche responds by unbuttoning your blouse with practiced ease, exposing your lacy bra to his hungry gaze.
His fingers dance along the edges of the fabric before finally dipping beneath the cups to caress your aching nipples.
As you shiver in response to his touch, Scaramouche murmurs dirty words into your ear, telling you just how much he wants you, how badly he needs to feel you wrapped around him.
His words are electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core as you imagine what’s yet to come.
You reach down and fumble with the button on his pants, eager to touch the hard length that is straining against his zipper.
As Scaramouche groans in anticipation, you finally manage to release him from his confinement, freeing his thick cock for your eager hands to explore.
Stroking him slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, you revel in the way he thrusts into your touch, desperate for more contact.
His breath comes in ragged gasps as he watches you pleasuring him, both of you lost in the moment and eager to take things further.
With a growl, Scaramouche gently pushes you down onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs.
You can feel his cock nudging against your entrance, and it takes all of your self-control not to beg him to fuck you right then and there.
Scaramouche teases you mercilessly, rubbing his cock along your wet folds until you’re squirming with need.
Finally, when you think you can’t take it anymore, he thrusts deep inside of you, filling you completely as you gasp in pleasure.
As he begins to move within you, Scaramouche kisses and nibbles your neck, whispering filthy words that ignite a fire within you.
You match his rhythm, grinding against him as the sensations build between the two of you.
“Fuck me, Scaramouche,” you moan, your voice hoarse with desire.
“Harder, deeper.” He complies, thrusting into you with a ferocity that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
You can feel yourself approaching the edge, desperate to reach that peak of ecstasy and lose yourself in this mind-blowing passion.
But as you’re on the brink, Scaramouche slows his movements, denying you release just when you need it most.
“Not yet,” he growls, his eyes dark with lust.
“I want to feel you cum all over my cock.” You whimper in frustration, craving that sweet release but unwilling to beg for it.
Scaramouche smirks and resumes his rhythm, fucking you harder than before as he brings you closer and closer to orgasm.
With each thrust, your body tightens, the pleasure building within you until it’s almost unbearable.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of you as you scream in ecstasy, finally reaching that shattering climax that leaves you dizzy and breathless.
As your orgasm subsides, Scaramouche continues to fuck you relentlessly, driving towards his own release.
You can feel the tension building within him, his muscles tensing as he nears the edge.
“I’m going to cum,” he grunts, his voice raw with passion.
“Inside of you.”
And with that, Scaramouche thrusts deep inside of you one last time, releasing his hot seed within your pulsating depths as you both cry out in pleasure.
As the waves of ecstasy subside, you collapse onto the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms as you try to catch your breath.
As you lay in Scaramouche’s embrace, you can’t help but think about what this all means – whether love and ambition truly can coexist.
For now, though, you decide to leave those thoughts for another day.
Because right here, in Scaramouche’s arms, there is only passion, connection, and the exhilarating potential of what could be.
“Another day, another dilemma”, you think, as you face a decision that could change your life.
You’re torn between continuing on your current path of ambition and success or giving it all up for love.
Scaramouche has become more than just an affair; he’s someone who understands you like no one else ever has.
But you can’t shake the fear that following your heart might lead to ruin.
In the boardroom, you see Scaramouche.
His gaze meets yours, full of anticipation, full of fear.
You both know what’s at stake – a life together or a life apart, driven by ambition and success.
Without saying a word, your eyes convey everything – love, desire, and the overwhelming uncertainty that lies ahead.
“We need to talk”, he says, the urgency in his voice making your heart clench.
He takes you aside into an empty conference room, closing the door behind him as if shutting out the rest of the world.
You’re alone with Scaramouche, your lives and choices laid bare before you.
“I can’t do this without you,” he says, his voice raw with emotion.
“I know we both have our careers to think about, but life is short, and I don’t want to live it alone.” His eyes plead with yours as he leans in closer, the intoxicating scent of his cologne filling your senses.
You take a deep breath, fighting back tears as you try to find the right words to say.
“I feel the same way,” you finally admit.
“But what about our ambitions? Our goals?” You know that choosing love would mean giving up your hard-earned position and sacrificing everything you’ve worked for.
“We can find a way to make it work,” Scaramouche insists, his hand finding yours in a comforting grip.
“I believe in us.” His faith in your relationship is both heartwarming and terrifying.
You’re not sure if you have the strength or courage to let go of everything you’ve built.
As you part ways, you know you have a decision to make.
‘It’s now or never’, you think.
Your love for Scaramouche is real, but so are your ambitions and dreams.
Can you really walk away from it all?
The uncertainty weighs heavily on your heart as you try to imagine life without him.
Back in your office, you take a deep breath.
‘Let the chips fall where they may’, you think, steeling yourself for whatever decision you’ll make.
You know that once you choose a path, there will be no turning back.
Scaramouche enters your office without knocking, his eyes dark with determination and desire.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he says bluntly, crossing the room to stand in front of you.
His presence fills the space, making it impossible for you to think of anything else but him.
“Neither can I,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.
In that moment, all thoughts of ambition and success are pushed aside as lust takes over.
You know what you’re about to do could change everything, but the need for Scaramouche is too strong to deny.
Without another word, he grabs your wrists forcefully, pinning them behind your back as his lips crash against yours in a passionate kiss.
The force of it takes your breath away, your body responding instinctively to his dominance.
He pushes you up against the wall, his hard cock pressing against your thigh as he grinds into you relentlessly.
“I need you so fucking bad,” Scaramouche growls in your ear, biting down gently on your lobe.
You moan in response, your pussy throbbing with desire as you feel his cock rubbing insistently against your leg.
Your skirt is hiked up, exposing your lace-covered ass to him, and he takes the opportunity to slap it hard.
“Fuck!” you gasp, the sting of pain quickly replaced by a delicious heat spreading between your legs.
Scaramouche smirks at your reaction, hitting you again with even more force.
The sound echoes through the empty office as he continues to spank your ass, driving you wild with need.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promises, his voice low and full of sinful intent.
You can feel it – the raw power that lies beneath his carefully cultivated exterior.
With every smack against your skin, you crave more, begging him to give you what you need.
He releases your wrists, only to grab a handful of your hair and tilt your head back.
You look up at him through hooded eyes as he forces his cock into your mouth, making you choke on its girth.
Your lips stretch around his shaft, your tongue licking and sucking as he fucks your face with abandon.
As he pulls out of your mouth, leaving it wet and swollen, Scaramouche grabs a handful of tissues from your desk and wipes the saliva from his cock.
“On your knees,” he commands, and you obey without hesitation.
You know what’s coming next, and the anticipation makes your heart race even faster.
Scaramouche steps behind you, positioning himself at your exposed pussy.
Your skirt is now bunched around your waist, leaving you vulnerable and exposed to his every whim.
His fingers find your clit first, rubbing it in slow circles that make your hips buck with pleasure.
“Please,” you beg, unable to form coherent words as the sensations build within you.
Scaramouche chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
“You’ll get what you want when I say so.”
He pushes a finger inside of you, teasing your wet pussy with his expert touch.
You moan as he works his finger in and out, adding another until you’re stretched to the limit.
He hits that spot deep within you – the one that makes your eyes roll back in your head and your body go rigid with ecstasy.
“Fuck me,” you plead, desperate for release as Scaramouche continues his relentless assault on your pussy.
“I need you inside of me.” He withdraws his fingers slowly, making you whimper in frustration as he lines up his cock with your entrance.
With one powerful thrust, Scaramouche slams into you, filling you completely and making you cry out from the sheer force of it.
Your pussy clenches around him, craving more even as he gives you what you need.
He fucks you mercilessly, pounding into you with an animalistic intensity that borders on savage.
You can feel your orgasm building, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you as Scaramouche drives you higher and higher.
“I’m going to cum,” he growls, his voice raw with emotion.
“And I’m going to fill you with my cum.”
The thought of it – being filled by him, marked as his own – is enough to push you over the edge.
You scream as your orgasm rips through you, your body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.
Scaramouche follows close behind, groaning loudly as he empties himself inside of you, his hot cum spilling into your depths and sealing the connection between you.
As the last tremors fade away, leaving you both panting and spent, you know that whatever decision you make regarding your future, Scaramouche will always be a part of it.
For now, though, all that matters is the passionate connection you’ve just shared – a moment that will stay with you for the rest of your life.
As the reality of what has happened between them sinks in, they both realize that their decision will change everything.
But for now, they bask in the afterglow of their intense encounter, knowing that whatever the future holds, their love and passion will guide them through it all.