LOGINTRIGGER WARNING Close this page right now if any of these will ruin your day: • Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her “Mom” while he’s balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, “slut” talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession • Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About “Hooked on his Dick” One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she’s ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they’re doomed. Secret quickies while Dad’s downstairs. Kitchen counter pounding with the cake burning. One last soul shattering night on the eve of Liam’s wedding to his old school crush. She knows it’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong. But every time he growls “Mom” and slams into her, wrong feels so fucking right. No hearts and flowers. No redemption arc. Just sweat, cum, guilt, and the kind of dirty, obsessive sex that leaves you shaking. If you want your taboo served raw, breathless, and unapologetic this one will ruin you in the best way.
View MoreMartha’s heart slammed against her ribs when she saw Henry in the doorway. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, cum dripping slowly down his fingers. He didn’t look angry. He looked… intense. Focused. Like he’d already decided what was going to happen next.She tried to speak right away. “Hnnn—Henry, it’s n-not wha—” The words came out muffled and garbled around the wrinkled shirt still stuffed in her mouth. She jerked her head, trying to spit it out, but the fabric was wedged too deep. Her hands flew up instinctively to pull it free—and froze mid-air.The belts were still looped tight around her wrists, anchoring them to the headboard.Curse this stupid gag, she thought, cheeks burning. Curse it, curse it, curse it.Henry stepped inside, kicked the door shut with his heel, and crossed the room without a word. His eyes stayed on her the whole time.Liam propped himself up on one elbow, smirking. “You joining, boss?”Henry didn’t answer him. He reached the bed, climbed on, and k
MARTHA POVMartha’s eyes widened in utter frustration, her brows furrowed tightly as she bit her lower lip hard. All her fingers had succeeded in making her even more horny, her thighs clenching together involuntarily.Watching him work out was like watching live porn. So sexy, so…ahh, fucking sensual. Like his entire being was made of sex! She wondered what made him curse out earlier but he still hadn’t turned around so she’s safe?She adjusted her clothes with shaky hands and slipped out of the gym room, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Martha barely made it to her room when she felt a faint long, massive rodlike feeling—it twitched in between her ass cheeks, pressing insistently. Before she knew it, deep hot breath sprang on her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine.And then his voice: “Done masturbating to me already.”It came in deep and unexpected, his tone low and rumbling.Martha fumbled with the doorknob in panic and sprung forward away from him, her body trembl
Martha stood rooted to her bedroom floor, staring first at Liam, then at the tray he held out, then back to his face.“Good morning, Martha,” he said, his eyebrow arching slightly. “Grace told me you skipped lunch yesterday, so I offered to bring your breakfast up.”“Oh, uh, no… I… I was just resting. I forgot to eat,” Martha stuttered, her cheeks burning as she quickly took the tray from his hands and slammed the door shut in his face.“I’m really sorry. I’m still not feeling like myself. Thank Grace for me,” she called through the closed door, her voice muffled.“Grace left this morning. It’s Friday.”Oh shit. Martha’s stomach dropped. She’d completely lost track of the days. Sliding down the door until she sat on the floor, she pressed her back against the wood. “Well… thanks anyway,” she said, loud enough to carry through, hoping he could hear her.It was absurd enough that he’d invaded her dreams. But fucking him in those dreams? That was worse. And now here he was, showing up at
“Good morning, ma’am,” Liam said, the words rolling out low and polite, almost cautious, as he stood in the kitchen doorway.Martha straightened from the counter, forcing a bright smile despite the heat creeping up her neck. “Good to see you,” she replied, stepping forward to offer her hand. “I’m really looking forward to having you work here, Liam.”“The pleasure’s all mine,” he answered, his larger hand enveloping hers in a firm, warm grip that lingered just a second longer than necessary.You shouldn’t go snooping in a married woman’s room. The thought hit her like a slap, but she kept her expression neutral. A faint blush still betrayed her, warming her cheeks. What if he’d heard her in the bathroom—the vibrator, the moans, everything? The wild possibilities raced through her mind, making her pulse quicken.“You went up to her room?!” Grace shot Liam a sharp, accusing glare, tugging hard on his arm.Martha cleared her throat, cutting in smoothly. “Well, that’s beside the point. I


















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