บททั้งหมดของ Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

I couldn’t breathe.Literally. My throat was so full of Luca’s cock I could barely think. He had one hand in my hair, the other gripping the side of my face, holding me in place like I was nothing more than a hole for him to use. His dick was thick, stuffing my mouth so deep that tears streamed down my cheeks and my gag reflex didn’t stand a fucking chance.But I didn’t stop.I didn’t pull away.I wanted it.God, I fucking wanted it.Behind me, Damon was wrecking me. Just wrecking me. He had both hands on my hips, dragging me back on his cock with brutal, punishing thrusts that made me scream around Luca’s shaft. My pussy was soaked. Sloppy. Stretching wide around him with every thick, deep plunge. Every time he bottomed out, I swore I saw stars.And in the middle of it all?My tits.They bounced with every thrust. Leaking. Tingling. Begging for more.Damon reached around, cupping one in his hand, squeezing it so hard I moaned like a whore. His fingers twisted my nipple, wet and hard

She dropped to her knees like that floor was made for her. Like my pussy was the only altar worth praying to. And fuck—when she looked up at me? That smirk. That hunger. That wicked glint in her eye like she’d waited her whole life to taste me. It made my knees buckle. My hands flew to her shoulders to keep me from sliding down the wall, because I was already shaking, already soaked, already spread for her like a goddamn offering. Jade hooked one leg over her shoulder, then the other, forcing me to open wider, forcing me to let her see everything. My cunt was completely bare, lips shiny and flushed and dripping, and the way her eyes darkened when she saw me—like I was the filthiest, most delicious thing she’d ever fucking laid eyes on—made me whimper. “You’re soaked,” she whispered, leaning in. “You got this wet just from me sucking your tits?” I nodded, but I couldn’t speak. I was panting. My entire body was throbbing. My pussy clenched around nothing, begging for something—anyt

“No.” He stopped. Her voice didn’t tremble. “You heard me. No.” Kane’s jaw tightened. His fist paused halfway down his shaft. “What did you just say?” I turned my head toward him, my body still aching from the way Jade made me cum, my legs still trembling from how hard I’d ridden her cunt until she squirted on mine. “We don’t want you anymore,” I said, my voice clear and low. “You sat there with your dick in your hand while we broke each other open. You watched us cum. You listened to our moans. You saw my pussy soak her mouth, saw her grind until she was dripping down my thighs. And now you think you get to join?” He stepped closer, his cock flushed, thick, leaking. “You begged for me.” Jade sat up. “And now we’ve changed our minds.” “We’ve already had what we wanted,” I said, sliding closer to her, my fingers tracing the wetness curve of her inner thigh, watching her shiver under my touch. “We made each other cum. We filled the bed with our wet, filthy mess.

“Now you’re really mine.” And oh my God. Something about the way he said it made my whole body clench again. I was still panting, still throbbing around him, still leaking everywhere, and yet I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me again. Right there. Without pulling out. Without giving me a second to breathe. I blinked up at him, still half-dazed, still so wrecked I could barely form a sentence, and whispered, “You just came inside me.” He didn’t even flinch. He didn’t look sorry. He leaned down, brushed my hair back from my sweaty forehead, and kissed the corner of my mouth like we were some cute little couple and he didn’t just fuck me raw on my best friend’s bed. “I know,” he said softly. “That’s the point.” My heart skipped. Then pounded. Then exploded. “The point?” I asked, my voice climbing a little. “What the hell do you mean that’s the point?” He raised an eyebrow, still buried inside me. “You think I was gonna let you walk around after this with nothing to show for it?

The door creaked open, and I pretended to be asleep, even though my body was wide awake—like it knew what was coming.I had been lying on the bed in nothing but one of his old shirts. It still smelled like him. I wasn’t even under the covers. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to look at my bare thighs, my nipples poking through the thin fabric, the way my legs were just a little too wide open.He stepped in like he belonged there, tall and broad, his face half-shadowed by the hallway light. His voice was low, sinful, and smug when he spoke.“You weren’t wearing panties earlier when you hugged me, were you?”My throat clenched.I rolled over slowly, eyes wide, looking right into his.“No, Mr. Cole.”His eyes dropped down to my legs. His jaw tensed. He looked like a man seconds away from sin.“I knew it,” he said. “You’ve been walking around my house dripping wet, begging me to look. All while my daughter’s asleep just down the hall.”“I wasn’t begging,” I whispered, even though my v