All Chapters of 85 Virgin Sins; Taboo Runs Wild: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jake. “Go on your knees, Mummy,” I breathed slow and filthy right against her ear, the word dripping like honey and venom. “Take my fucking cock.”Her breath hitched, a shiver racing down her spine, but she didn’t move yet.
I tightened my fist in her wet hair, just enough to sting.“You don’t fucking know how long I’ve been dying to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around me,” I growled, tugging her head back so her eyes met mine—wide, glassy, pupils blown. “Come on… do it. Worship my cock. Suck it like it’s your favorite candy.”A whimper slipped out of her, half protest, half surrender.
I guided her down—gentle at first, then rougher—until her knees hit the floor with a soft thud.
My left palm slapped the wall above her head; I leaned forward, towering over her, cock jutting heavy and angry inches from her lips.The head was already slick, precum beading at the slit, a thick string stretching as I dragged it across her cheek, smearing her skin.
She gasped, lips parting on instin

Jake. I keep fucking her so rough and hard the headboard slams the wall like a battering ram, each thrust driving her forward until her tits scrape the mattress, nipples dragging raw.
Her ass ripples with every impact, cheeks glowing red from my palms, and still she begs.“Please… let me cum… I can’t… harder… fuck me harder!”I fist her hair, yank her head back until her spine bows perfect, and spit—thick, hot—right across her cheek.
It drips down her jaw as I rim her hole again, cockhead teasing the stretched ring, pushing just the crown in and out, torturing us both.“You don’t cum until I say,” I snarled, slamming deep in one brutal stroke.
She screamed, the sound muffled into the sheets, pussy and ass clenching so tight I saw stars.My free hand shoots under her, grabbing both breasts through the soaked shirt—squeezing them together vicious, thumbs digging into nipples, twisting until she sobs.
The fabric is ruined, coffee and sweat and her own slick, but I don’t care; I us

Fiona. The next day, Mass ended with the usual rustle of hymnals closing and footsteps echoing toward the doors.
I lingered near the back pew, fingers twisting the cord of my rosary like it could anchor me.
Everyone else filed out in quiet clusters, but my gaze stayed locked on Father Dean as he greeted the last parishioners at the entrance—handshakes, soft blessings, that warm smile that never quite reached the storm in his eyes when they found mine.Those ocean eyes.
God, the way they pinned me across the nave felt indecent—like he was staring straight through my habit, past skin and bone, right into the slick heat pulsing between my thighs.
My pussy clenched hard, a greedy, aching spasm that made my knees threaten to buckle.
I hated myself for it, hated the rush of wetness that soaked my cotton panties the instant his gaze touched me, but I was already moving, drawn forward like a moth too stupid to fear the flame.I needed to be near him.
Needed to feel what my body did when

Fiona. That night, the convent was wrapped in its usual hush—only the old pipes creaking and the wind rattling the stained-glass windows.My cell felt smaller than ever.
The sheets were twisted around my legs like restraints, and every time I closed my eyes I saw Father Dean’s face inches from mine, felt the phantom weight of his thumb pressing my lip, heard that low, filthy promise:
Eight o’clock.. Habit. Nothing underneath.The clock on my nightstand crawled toward 7:45.
Fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes until I either damned myself forever or chickened out and spent the rest of my life wondering.I sat up, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
My palms were slick with sweat.
I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t not do it.
The ache between my legs had turned vicious—sharp, constant pulses that made me squeeze my thighs together just to keep from whimpering out loud.Then—footsteps in the corridor.
Soft, hurried.
I flew out of bed, still in my thin cotton pajamas, an

Fiona.“Suck my cock, princess,” Father Elias rasped, voice thick with command, his fist loosely wrapped around the base of that thick, veiny shaft as he angled it toward my lips. “Make sure you suck it like candy… slow at first, then greedy. Show me how bad you’ve wanted this.”I didn’t hesitate.
My mouth was already watering, lips parting on instinct as I leaned forward on my knees, the carpet biting into my skin.
The head brushed my lower lip, hot, silky, precum smearing across like gloss.
I flicked my tongue out, tasting him—salt and skin and something darker, something that made my pussy clench hard enough to hurt.Father Elias groaned, fingers tightening in my hair. “That’s it… open wide for me.”I did.
My lips stretched around the crown, tongue swirling the ridge, sucking gentle at first, savoring the weight on my tongue.
He tasted forbidden—clean skin, faint soap, raw male—and I moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk.“Fuck, yes… deeper, princess,” he prais