Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

His hips slammed into me “Oh God—oh God—it’s too much, it’s too deep—I can’t stop—I can’t stop—” “Too much?” he growled, his hand gripping the back of my neck, pressing my face into the cold table. “ This is nothing, baby. I’m just getting started.” “You wanted to play with my files, sneak into my boardroom like a bad little secretary, and now look at you. Bent over my table, dripping down your thighs, begging for me like a whore.” “Don’t—don’t call me that—I’m not—” I whimpered, though my body clenched hard around him, betraying me again. He laughed, low and filthy. “Not a whore? Baby, you’re moaning like I paid you for the hour.” He yanked my hair, forcing me to look at him in the reflection of the glass wall again. My face was flushed, my lips parted, my eyes glazed with tears, and I hated how much I wanted him to keep looking at me like that. “Say it,” he ordered. “Say you love being my little slut.” “I—I can’t—” His hips slammed into me harder, forcing a scream out of

My knees hit the carpet but I barely felt it because my mouth was already spilling everything inside me like I couldn’t hold it back. “Oh my God..up close it’s even bigger..I swear I didn’t think it could be this thick, look at the veins, look at how hard you are for me..fuck, Ethan, I want to taste you so bad. I want to choke on it, I want to drool down my chin, I want you to laugh at me while I make a mess of myself. “I want you to hold my head and not let me move, I want you to tell me I asked for this, because I did, I did, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”His hand fisted in my hair, forcing my eyes up to him, and that smirk of his was pure sin. “Open.”I opened, wide, shameless, sticking out my tongue like I was begging, and still my words kept tumbling. “I’m gonna suck your cock so deep you’ll forget how to breathe, I’ll watch your face when I take you to the back of my throat, I’ll drink you like water, I’ll swallow until I taste nothing but you. Dare me, Ethan. Dare me

And then. He didn’t even let me breathe….. He didn’t even let me breathe. Like not even a second. Not even a chance to say thank you for fucking me stupid. One second I was folded up on the leather seat, twitching and dripping and seeing literal stars—and the next I was being dragged out by the wrist like some cum-drenched slut who hadn’t just orgasmed so hard she almost blacked out. “Wait—wait—Daddy, my legs—I can’t feel my legs—I’m gonna fall—fuck, why are we outside—are you dragging me into the street?” I was babbling. Already leaking down my thighs, still trembling from the last round, and now fully exposed to the damn parking lot lights. He didn’t care. Didn’t even blink. Just shoved me forward and slammed me onto the hood of his car like I was weightless. The metal was hot from the sun. My chest hit it first. Then my hips. Then my whole damn body followed, my tits squishing flat, my mouth still hanging open as I tried to make sense of it. “DADDY,” I gasped, wiggling

The second he told me to turn around and put my hands on the wall, I swear my heart dropped straight between my thighs. I knew I should’ve said something smart. Maybe something flirty. Maybe ask him his name again, or at least pretend to hesitate like a woman with a shred of self-respect. But I didn’t do any of that. I just spun around like I’d been waiting my whole life to be told what to do, hands flat against the rough bricks, legs already parting without permission. My chest was heaving. My breath fogged the wall. And my brain? My brain was completely gone. I felt him behind me. The heat of his body. And then I felt it. His cock. I was wet. No—soaked. I could feel my own wetness dripping down my inner thighs, pooling embarrassingly fast like I’d never been touched before, like my body knew this wasn’t just a hookup, it was a goddamn reckoning. He didn’t say anything. He just gripped my hip with one hand and pushed the head of his cock against me, sliding it slowly—so sl

I hate him.No..hate isn’t even the word.I despise Roman Ward.I hate the way he walks like he’s never been told no. I hate the way he stares like he’s already undressed you. I especially hate the way he calls me “Miss Blake” like it’s a curse.And worst of all?I hate that I get wet every time he does it.He’s arrogant. Rude. Bossy. Brutally hot. And every time I’m in a room with him, I want to slap him in the face, or ride him until I forget my name. Maybe both.Today was no different.It started with another boardroom ambush.I handed in a report one hour late. One. Single. Hour.And he stood at the head of the table like he was God himself, looking down on me like I was some filthy little sinner begging for judgment.“You had one deadline, Miss Blake,” he said, voice low and sharp enough to slice skin. “One.”I crossed my arms. “And you had one personality, Mr. Ward. And you chose asshole.”That got his attention.His jaw clenched.His eyes dropped to my mouth like he wanted to