Semua Bab 85 Virgin Sins; Taboo Runs Wild: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Fiona. Before I could drag a single breath into my burning lungs, Elias’s hands clamped around my shoulders like iron.
He hauled me up from Dean’s lap, spun me, and in one brutal sweep of his arm cleared the heavy oak table—books, papers, a half-empty wineglass crashing to the floor.
Glass shattered; red wine bled across the wood like a sacrifice.He shoved me down on my back, the cold surface shocking my overheated skin.
My head hung off the far edge, hair spilling toward the floor, throat exposed, tits heaving with every ragged pant.
Elias stepped over me, knees bracketing my ears, and fisted his cock—still slick from my mouth—right above my face.“Open,” he ordered, voice raw.I parted my lips instantly, tongue out, desperate.
He didn’t ease in.
He drove forward—thick, relentless—until his cock punched the back of my throat and kept going.
My neck arched over the table’s edge, throat opening on pure reflex, tears flooding my eyes as he buried himself to the root.“Fuck yes,”

Fiona. As if they’d rehearsed this in some dark, secret chamber of the rectory, Elias and Dean moved in perfect, silent sync, reading each other’s hunger like it was written on my skin.My pussy was already swollen, aching, throbbing from the brutal way they’d eaten me alive. Every nerve ending felt raw, oversensitive, yet still starving.Without warning Elias flipped me over like I weighed nothing. One strong arm hooked under my stomach, the other shoving between my shoulder blades until I was face-down on the table, cheek pressed to the cool wood, breath fogging in front of me. He didn’t stop there. Rough hands yanked my hips up, forcing me onto all fours, knees scraping the edge, back arched deep.Dean just watched, cock jutting heavy and angry, a slow smile spreading as Elias manhandled me into position.The table was high; my toes barely brushed the floor. Elias snaked an arm around my waist and dragged me backward until my ass hung off the edge, then slammed his palm

Fiona. Suddenly Dean’s groans turned raw, animal, his hips stuttering as he slammed deep one final time and exploded inside me.
Hot, thick pulses flooded my cunt, filling me so full I felt it leak out around his shaft even while he was still buried.
My legs, still hooked over his shoulders, trembled violently; he let them fall, thighs splaying wide on either side of him, pussy gaping and dripping his cum onto the table.He collapsed forward, chest heaving against mine, cock still twitching inside me.
His mouth latched onto my left breast without warning, sucking hard, tongue swirling the nipple in frantic circles while his teeth grazed the peak.
Elias joined instantly, mouth closing over my right breast, sucking with the same brutal hunger—two priests devouring me like starving men at communion.Their tongues flicked, teeth nipped, lips pulled until my nipples throbbed swollen and red, aching from the assault.
I arched between them, sobbing, oversensitive, but they didn’t stop

Hailey..“Why are you doing that?” he repeated, slower this time, the words rolling off his tongue like he already knew the answer and simply wanted to watch me squirm.“Um… I was just helping out,” I stammered, clutching Ava closer, the warmth of her little mouth still tingling on my nipple. “She wouldn’t stop crying, and the bottle wasn’t working, so I… I gave her my breast.”The lie tasted like ash.
He didn’t speak, didn’t move, just stared with those unreadable green eyes.
I stood on shaky legs, brushing past him in the doorway, my bare arm grazing his chest.
The contact sent lightning straight to my clit; my pussy clenched so hard I almost stumbled.I carried Ava to the nursery, laid her gently in the crib, heart hammering the entire time.
His shirt hung loose on me, the soft cotton brushing my thighs, my nipples still hard and wet from Ava’s mouth, visible dark peaks through the fabric.
I needed distance, needed to breathe, so I slipped into the guest bathroom off the hal

Hailey.“Fuck,” he grunted, voice raw and ragged, as he dropped me onto the bed in his room, the mattress bouncing beneath my weight.
The air was thick with the scent of him—clean sweat, cologne, pure male hunger—and my pussy clenched hard at the sound alone, already slick and aching for more.“Nathan, think about this… I mean, isn’t it wrong? I can’t do this to my sister,” I said, the words tumbling out weak and breathless, a lie my body didn’t believe for a second.
My pussy screamed the opposite—dripping, throbbing, desperate for his cock to fill the emptiness he’d left burning inside me.
My eyes betrayed me, dropping to his cock—shiny, glistening with our mixed juices, veins pulsing angry and thick, swollen and hard, dangling heavy between his thighs like a promise of ruin.“Wrong, princess?” he repeated, raising a brow with that dirty, smug grin that made my clit twitch. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you soaked my bed with your juices… fucking that tight, hu