Todos los capítulos de Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

~Nina~I bobbed my head like a good girl, smearing lipstick down his shaft, my nose touching his abs, throat stretching open like I’d been made to take every inch of him. I moaned around him, moaned so loud it echoed off the library shelves, and when he finally let me breathe again, I gasped like I’d broken the surface of a deep ocean.“Fuck—Daddy,” I whimpered, coughing, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as tears spilled down my cheeks, “you’re too big, you’re seriously too fucking big, I swear I feel it in my ears—”He chuckled, low and dangerous, like the sound a lion makes right before it rips your throat open.“And yet you’re still begging for more.”“Because you fuck like a demon,” I cried. “Because no one’s ever done this to me. No one’s ever taken control of my throat, or made me drool, or called me a good girl while their cock was ruining the back of my mouth.”He slapped my cheek lightly. Not hard. Not soft either.“You like being my good girl?”I nodded so fast I got

Nina I was already ruined before I even walked into that ballroom. I could still feel him inside me. I could still smell the sex on my skin and the sweat on my thighs and the rich, sticky heat of his cum sliding down my cunt every time I took a step. I hadn’t wiped it off. I hadn’t even tried. I didn’t want to. I wanted to sit there at my own rehearsal dinner knowing he was still inside me. I wanted to feel every inch of filth while I smiled and kissed people on the cheek and let them tell me I was glowing like a good little bride. I was glowing, alright. I was glowing with shame. With heat. With the kind of twisted, filthy satisfaction only a girl who had just been fucked stupid by her fiancé’s father could understand. I walked into that ballroom and everyone stood up. They clapped. They turned and smiled and gushed about how stunning I looked in periwinkle blue. The room sparkled with low chandeliers and soft piano music and champagne bubbles rising in flute glasses. The we

~Nina~I couldn’t breathe.No, seriously, I couldn’t. My lungs were working, I think. My chest was rising and falling, but the air felt like it was thick with sin and perfume and leftover orgasms from last night, and it just wouldn’t go in right. Like my body knew this wasn’t just another day. This was the day. The one where I was supposed to wear white and smile and lie to a room full of people about being pure and untouched and “so lucky” to marry the man of my dreams — even though my dreams were currently sitting in my lower belly, dripping down my thighs, and shaped exactly like Jonathan Blake’s fucking cock.And yes. I said it.Jonathan.My fiancé’s father.The man who fingered me under the table at our rehearsal dinner like I was dessert.The man who made me come so hard I forgot how to speak.The man who whispered filth in my ear while his son held my hand.And now it was morning.Wedding morning.The morning I was supposed to wake up glowing and innocent and maybe a little ne

~Nina~ He yanked my head back just enough to tilt my face toward the mirror and I saw it. I saw everything. I saw myself. I saw what I looked like while being ruined in my fucking wedding dress. And oh my God. My mouth fell open. My red lipstick was smeared all the way down to my chin, probably from how much I’d been biting and licking my lips trying to hold in moans that just wouldn’t stay down. My eyes were glassy, wet, like I was about to cry from how good it felt. My lashes fluttered like I couldn’t keep them still. My hair was wild under the veil. My cheeks were flushed. I looked high. I looked gone. I looked like a fucking angel who got dragged straight out of Heaven and slammed down into the filthiest, nastiest hell, and the worst part? I loved how I looked. My tits were out. He’d pulled the corset down and my nipples were hard, bouncing every time he fucked into me from behind. My dress was bunched up around my waist. All that white lace. All that purity. All t

~Kendra~ Okay. So. First of all, I didn’t plan on sleeping in his bed, alright? Like, I wasn’t trying to pull some creepy “oops I tripped and landed on your cock” kind of thing. I was literally just trying to survive my first night in this apartment without dying of embarrassment or frostbite or both, and I swear I had no idea my mattress was going to betray me that fast. But apparently, that cheap, twenty-dollar, half-inflated piece of shit I got on sale wasn’t built to hold the weight of a fully grown teenage girl with double D boobs and a backpack full of trauma. Because it popped. At like 2:17 in the fucking morning. With a soft, sad little ppppppffftttt noise like it was exhaling its last breath and giving up on life, and I just sat there in the middle of my room, in my tiny-ass pink pajama shorts and my “Not Yours” tank top with no bra on underneath, surrounded by boxes and disappointment, trying not to scream into the void. And yes. I considered just sleeping on the fl