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Chapter 19: Fucked By My Fiancé Father(2)
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Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better Chapter 45: Pinned By The Professor(5)
I stared up at him from the floor with my mouth wide open, my heart pounding like crazy, my thighs shaking, and my whole body screaming one word: yes. I didn’t even think. I couldn’t. His voice alone had ruined my brain. “Get on your knees, Aria,” he’d said and I did. Like I belonged there. Like the floor was my home and he was my reason for existing. My hands pressed down on the hard wood, my mouth already parting without him even touching me yet, and I looked at his belt like it was the fucking gates of heaven. And oh my God, he was watching me the whole time.Then I saw it. His cock. Flushed red at the tip and already glistening, like he’d been hard this whole time just waiting to punish me with it. I gasped, mouth still open, breath caught somewhere between terrified and so fucking ready I could cry. He grabbed the base with one hand, the other still possessively squeezing my tits from above, and then he said it again, quieter, rougher. “Open.” And I did. I opened my mout
Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better Chapter 44: Pinned By The Professor (4)
He growled. I felt it. I fucking felt it deep in my pussy, in my legs, in my bones. The sound came straight from his chest. His fingers were buried inside me, knuckle-deep and curling, and his mouth..God, his mouth..was so relentless on my clit I was already losing my mind, again. “You like that, Aria?” he snarled against me, lips wet, voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “You like your professor’s mouth ruining your little pussy like this?” “Yes! Oh my God, yes—I love it—fuck—I love it, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, I need it so bad, I need you—” “You’re soaked,” he said, pulling back just long enough to drag his fingers out of me and slap my clit once—hard enough to make me scream again. “You’re dripping down my fucking hand. You came all over my mouth like a whore and you still want more?” “Yes,” I cried, legs twitching, hands clawing at the edge of the desk. “I’ll be a whore—just for you—oh my God, Professor, I want to be yours—” That broke him. I saw it. He st
Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better Chapter 43: Pinned By The Professor(3)
“Wait, what?” I blurted, eyes wide, legs still dangling off the edge of his desk like I wasn’t already stripped and dripping in front of my actual professor. “Control? Like… actual control? You want me to—what—cum quietly? Are you serious right now? Because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly the silent type. Like, have you met me? I moaned doing the attendance quiz last week and that was just from the way you said my name.” I was rambling. I knew I was rambling. But I couldn’t stop. Because his face was right there, between my thighs, and my brain had officially shut down. I was vibrating. Literally. I could feel my pulse in my pussy, my breath in my ears, my embarrassment rolling over itself and mixing with the filth in my bloodstream like a drug I wasn’t ready for. “I’m just saying,” I continued, waving my hand above my head like some deranged cheerleader whose legs were currently spread for extra credit. “This sounds a little advanced, Professor. Like, the
Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better Chapter 42: Pinned By The Professor(2)
I didn’t sleep. Not even a wink. Not after that. Not after kneeling in Professor Wolfe’s office with my mouth full and my dignity dripping down my chin. Are you kidding? How was I supposed to sleep when I could still feel his fingers tangled in my hair and the taste of his cum drying at the corner of my lips like a fucking grade I couldn’t wash off? I laid in bed all night. Still in my skirt. Still wet. Still playing it back over and over again in my head like a nasty little movie only I had tickets to. And you know what? I didn’t feel guilty. I didn’t feel wrong. I felt chosen. I felt seen. I felt like the dirtiest, smartest, brattiest bitch alive, and I wanted more. I wanted him to ruin me again. Deeper this time. Rougher. I wanted to be punished until I forgot how to argue. Until my throat was sore and my A was tattooed into my pussy like a signature. So I wrote him a new essay. Rewrote the whole thing with trembling fingers and sticky thighs and the scent of sin clinging t
Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better Chapter 41: Pinned By The Professor (1)
Let me make one thing very fucking clear..I am not dumb. I know how to write a thesis. I know what a literary device is. I know the difference between Milton and Dante and how to properly quote Paradise Lost without sounding like a sophomore who just discovered metaphors. I did the reading. I did the extra credit. I literally begged that book to give me insight. So why the hell did I get a B+? Again? I stood there staring at my essay like it had personally betrayed me. My name looked smaller now. The title, too. Everything felt… pathetic. Like I had bled for this essay and Professor Wolfe just bled on it. With a fucking pen. I looked up from my desk, jaw clenched, thighs pressed together because somehow my frustration had turned into arousal and I hated that. Or maybe I didn’t. Maybe that was the problem. Because his eyes were already on me, already dark, already scanning from my bitten lip to the hem of my skirt. I wasn’t imagining it. He lingered. He fucking lingered. And I co
Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better Chapter 40: Breeding My Babysitter (End)
“Come suck Daddy’s dick,” Graham said, and the second those words left his mouth, my pussy clenched so hard it hurt. I froze for a second, already shaking, already dripping, and then I started crawling to him on hands and knees like the little whore he’d made me. Graham leaned back in the chair, his thighs spread wide, his hand wrapped tight around his cock. He was stroking himself slow and hard, dragging his palm over the thick length like he wanted to tease us before he fed it to us. His cock was angry and red and soaked at the tip. I could see a drop of precum glistening there, and it made my mouth water so badly I almost cried. He looked down at us like we weren’t even people anymore—just two filthy little things he owned. And then he growled, “Look at you both. Crawling for my cock like the needy fucking whores you are. Is this what you want? Is this what you came for?” “Yes, Daddy,” I breathed, my eyes never leaving his cock. “Please. Please let us suck it. I want
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