All Chapters of Unholy Desires: Taboo Never Taste Better: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I was naked. My robe lay discarded on the floor like it had never mattered. My body was trembling with anticipation, skin flushed, nipples hard, thighs wet and already spread across red silk sheets that stuck to my back with every breath I took. I could taste the salt in the air. And then I looked up—and saw them.Two men. The captain and his guest. Both shirtless. Both hard. Both looking at me like they were about to ruin every part of me and enjoy every fucking second.One of them—taller, broader, tattooed across the chest—walked to the edge of the bed and grabbed his cock in a stroke. It was thick and veiny, already dripping with precum. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His eyes said everything. I was going to be fucked until I couldn’t move.The other man—the captain—was behind me now. I felt the mattress dip, felt his hand grip my ankle, spreading my legs wider as his other hand ran down my spine. He didn’t speak either. He just bent low, kissed my lower back, and then spat di

It was 11:47 PM, and I was still at my desk, typing an email I didn’t care about, legs crossed under the glass, my heels dangling from my toes, and my blouse unbuttoned low enough to show the top swell of my tits. The office was dark except for the glow of my screen, and outside the windows, the entire city twinkled, I thought I was alone. And then I heard the elevator ding. The moment the doors slid open, everything in my body went tight. Callum Black stepped out. He didn’t speak as he walked into my office. He didn’t blink. He just locked the door behind him and leaned against it with that, cold confidence that made my thighs press together automatically. His sleeves were rolled, his jacket off, and I could see the tension in his forearms, like he had been waiting for this. He didn’t ask why I was still working. He didn’t ask what I was doing. He just said, “Stand up.” I stood. “Turn around.” I turned. “Lift your skirt.” My hands trembled as I reached behind me and lift

I was still on my knees, cum dripping down my chin, my tongue flicking over my lips to catch every drop he’d painted across my face. My breath was shaky. My pussy was still clenching from the last orgasm, my thighs sticky with arousal. He didn’t say a word. Wes reached down, grabbed my tits. Fuck. “Stand the fuck up,” he ordered. I stood — legs trembling, mouth still wet with his cum — and before I could blink, he turned me around, shoved me over the kitchen counter, and slapped my ass so hard I yelped. “You think we’re done?” he growled behind me. “That sweet little mouth was just foreplay, baby.” He grabbed my hips, angled his cock, and shoved it back into me in one hard, wet thrust. I gasped — my pussy was already so sensitive, so swollen, but it welcomed him like it had been waiting all day to be ruined again. “Fucking soaked,” he grunted, his hands sliding under to grab my bouncing tits as he began to thrust. “You love it. You love this cock destroying your little pussy.”

I wasn’t supposed to touch myself.That was Daddy’s number one rule.And I broke it. Like the greedy, needy, disobedient little slut I am. I had my thighs wide open under the covers last night, thinking he wouldn’t notice. Thinking he wouldn’t hear my moans echoing off the walls while I pressed my fingers into my soaking cunt and whispered his name like a prayer. I thought I was quiet. I thought I got away with it.But Daddy doesn’t miss a thing.Now I’m bent over the leather couch in his office, my arms tied behind my back with the same belt he ripped from his waist when he caught me. My face is flushed, drool sliding from the corner of my lips. I’m bare. Completely naked. My knees are trembling, legs spread wide, pussy dripping, ass in the air like I’m begging to be ruined.And he hasn’t even fucked me yet.“Say it,” he growls from behind me. “I touched myself without permission, Daddy,” I breathe, trembling, my voice laced with shame and arousal. “I’m sorry.”“Sorry doesn’t fix it

I shouldn’t have been there, not that late, not dressed like that, not with my thighs already sticky and my panties soaked through from thinking about him all fucking day. But I was. Standing in front of his desk, skirt hitched up, breath trembling, eyes locked on the thick, hard length in his hand as he leaned back in his chair like he’d been waiting to wreck me.“You skipped class again,” he said, voice deep and slow like he was savoring the power in every word, like he knew exactly what kind of ache I had between my legs. “So now you’re going to learn the hard way.”My knees hit the floor before he even finished that sentence. My palms pressed to his thighs, and my eyes drank in every inch of him as I bit my lip, heart racing, nerves shot. His cock looked massive up close, veins bulging, tip already glistening like it knew my mouth was about to swallow it whole.“Get to work,” he said, tilting his hips forward, his fist pumping once at the base of his shaft. “Stroke it, baby. Use