All Chapters of Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

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

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

~Lena~And then she spoke again. “Graham,” she said, her voice shaking with something I had never her before. Her voice was filled with want, “fuck us both. I want to feel you again while I grind against her. Lena, I want to scissor with you.”The second those words left her mouth, I forgot how to breathe. My heart started slamming in my chest. My throat tightened. My pussy clenched so hard around nothing that it hurt, because I was already sore and dripping and stretched wide open from the way he had just used me. But now she was looking at me with hunger in her eyes, and I knew she meant every filthy word.She wanted me. She wanted my pussy soaked and raw and still leaking his cum. She wanted our thighs tangled and our clits rubbing and our bodies pressed so close we couldn’t tell where hers ended and mine began.“Yes,” I whispered, and the sound came out so desperate and needy that I didn’t recognize it. “Yes, please. I want your pussy on mine. I want to feel everything. I want y

“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