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Chapter 33: Breeding The Babysitter (1)

Author: Royalty Writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-21 21:05:10

~Lena~

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with a job, but there I was, nineteen years old with nothing but a high school diploma and a pair of too-tight ankle socks, completely addicted to the Wests’ quiet house and the man who lived inside it.

Babysitting was supposed to be simple. It was supposed to be a side gig. Just ten dollars an hour, three nights a week, feed the baby, sing lullabies, wipe some drool, then walk home with my panties still on. That’s all it should’ve been.

But Graham West changed that from the first night I saw him.

He opened the door with his shirt half buttoned and his baby girl balanced against his chest, his palm wide and solid against her back while his eyes barely lifted to look at me.

He was tall. Tall in a way that made my knees wobble. His voice was low, so low I had to lean in just to hear him, and even when he was speaking gently to his daughter, there was a heaviness behind it. Like the man carried silence like a weapon and only used his words when
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  • Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better   Chapter 36: Breeding The Babysitter (4)

    He kept pounding into me like his cock had one job and that was to breed me so full of cum my body would never forget it. And fuck, I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted him to go harder. I wanted him to split me wider. I wanted him to fuck his name into my cunt so deep that every time I sat down for the rest of my life, I would feel it throb. I couldn’t even hold myself up anymore. My arms were shaking. My cheek was pressed to the couch. My ass was high, back arched, pussy open and pulsing and taking every thrust like I was built for this. Like my entire existence had led up to this moment where I was just a soaked, crying, panting, desperate little slut bent over for the man I wasn’t supposed to want. “Please,” I sobbed again, because my brain was gone, completely fucked out of its mind. “Please, breed me. I want it, Daddy, I need it so bad. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me when I walk. I want you to make me pregnant, I want to be your slut forever. Please, Daddy. Please

  • Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better   Chapter 35: Breeding The Babysitter(3)

    The second I bent over the couch, everything inside me screamed yes.I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t glance back. I didn’t try to act innocent or shy or sweet anymore. That part of me had already drowned in the saliva he left dripping down my chin. I gripped the back of the couch, my fingers digging into the soft leather like it could hold me together, and I arched my spine until my ass was high, legs wide, my soaked pussy fully exposed beneath the crumpled fabric of my bunched-up skirt.My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. My thighs were shaking. My cunt was dripping. I could feel the mess of it—wet, raw, swollen from the way I’d been rubbing myself and choking on his cock—and I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him to fuck me so deep I forgot my own name and remembered only his.I could hear him behind me. The sound of him stroking himself. The wet grip of his fist sliding over his thick shaft. His breathing had changed—rougher, heavier, uneven like he wa

  • Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better   Chapter 34: Breeding The BabySitter(2)

    My lips parted. I tried to speak. I wanted to say no, or maybe yes, or maybe I don’t know what I want, I just need you to do something before I lose my goddamn mind. But nothing came out. Just breath. Just heat. Just that trembling, ruined feeling that told me I’d been caught being exactly what I was—filthy, needy, young, and obsessed with a man I was never supposed to want. He stepped forward, just one heavy step, and his hand moved to his belt. I watched him pull it loose. Slowly. Like he wanted me to see. Like he needed me to understand that something inside him had snapped and there was no going back now. Not after hearing me beg to be bred on his fucking couch. “You think this is a game, sweetheart?” he said, his eyes dropping to the slick mess still glistening between my thighs. “You think I don’t hear the way you hum lullabies like a wife while walking around my kitchen half-naked? You think I don’t see the way you bend over the crib and stare at me when you think I’m n

  • Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better   Chapter 33: Breeding The Babysitter (1)

    ~Lena~I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with a job, but there I was, nineteen years old with nothing but a high school diploma and a pair of too-tight ankle socks, completely addicted to the Wests’ quiet house and the man who lived inside it. Babysitting was supposed to be simple. It was supposed to be a side gig. Just ten dollars an hour, three nights a week, feed the baby, sing lullabies, wipe some drool, then walk home with my panties still on. That’s all it should’ve been.But Graham West changed that from the first night I saw him.He opened the door with his shirt half buttoned and his baby girl balanced against his chest, his palm wide and solid against her back while his eyes barely lifted to look at me. He was tall. Tall in a way that made my knees wobble. His voice was low, so low I had to lean in just to hear him, and even when he was speaking gently to his daughter, there was a heaviness behind it. Like the man carried silence like a weapon and only used his words when

  • Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better   Chapter 32: The End

    I woke up feeling like I got fucked through a hurricane and then spat back out by the devil himself.My thighs were trembling. My ass was throbbing. My pussy? Don’t even ask. That bitch was wrecked. Tender. Slippery. So overstimulated I swear she twitched when the blanket brushed against her. My mouth was dry. My hair was matted. My nipples were sore. And my brain? Oh, my God. My brain was screaming something between what the actual fuck just happened and do it again.I laid there for a second, completely still, completely naked, completely covered in his scent, with my face buried in his pillow and my body drowning in his sheets, and I tried to remember who the hell I was before last night. Like, what was life before cock? Who was Kendra before Wes decided to claim her like a toy he forgot he owned?I blinked.And panicked.Because Wes was still asleep beside me.Or at least, I thought he was asleep. He was breathing steady, one arm flung across the bed, the other under his head, ch

  • Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better    Chapter 31: Ride Me Roommate (3)

    “Let’s see how loud you scream when I take your ass.” He said that. With a straight fucking face. Like we weren’t already covered in sweat and slick and squirt and cum. Like he hadn’t already pulled the filthiest orgasm out of me while I was crying and shaking and squirting all over his cock. Like my pussy hadn’t just turned into a goddamn faucet and drenched the entire bed. And now? Now he wanted more. More of me. The last part of me I’d never given to anyone. My ass. My untouched, virgin, way-too-tight hole that even I had never dared to play with. And he said it like a promise—like he already knew I was going to beg for it. “Wes,” I gasped, voice cracking, legs trembling, arms shaking like a baby deer. “Wait. Fuck. No one’s ever—” I could barely get the words out because I was so full of nerves and need and the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my entire life. “No one’s ever taken me there. Not even close.” He groaned. Like I just handed him the fucking key

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