Lahat ng Kabanata ng 85 Virgin Sins; Taboo Runs Wild: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

~~Sloan~~“This, Sloan, is exactly what you should be doing!” Emily shouts over the blasting music, weaving her way back toward me with drinks in her hands.The bass is pounding so hard it feels like it’s rattling inside my skull, yet somehow her voice cuts through it all. For Emily, the night is still young, still alive.I, on the other hand, am already gulping down my fifth vodka, eyes dropping to the table where empty bottles line up like trophies from a battle I’m clearly losing. Four of us came out tonight—me, Emily, Sonia, and Julie—but Emily is the only one who thinks the party isn’t enough yet.I never used to do this. I hate nightlife. Loud clubs, sweaty bodies, strangers breathing down my neck—it’s not me. I had a good job. A great job, actually. Tech consultant at one of the biggest companies in New York. It consumed me, all of me—my hours, my energy, my weekends. It took everything, even the very little sleep I could afford. Worst of all, it took Kayden.Kayden. My boyfrie

~~Sloan~~I didn’t say a word.I stepped back a little, then slowly dropped onto all fours—facing the wall, my ass shamelessly arched in his direction.I tilted my head sideways just enough to see if he was still watching. He was. Still as stone. His eyes burned into me while I prepared to prove myself.I slid my hand inside my leggings, trailing lower until my fingers met my cunt.I was already soaked.Without hesitation, I pushed two fingers deep inside, pumping them in and out while my thumb pressed hard against my clit.But my gaze never left his. He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. Just stood there, watching me unravel for him.The sound of his low grunt slipped out, rough, restrained. His jaw tightened. He rubbed at his mouth, his hand twitching like he was holding himself back.I knew it was working.I pushed my ass higher again, spreading my knees wider on the mat so he could see everything.My fingers slammed into my pussy, wet sounds filling the air while my thumb abused my cli

~~Sloan~~“Take it all,” he growled, rutting into my mouth, slow at first, then harder. His hips snapped forward, fucking my face like it was his personal toy.My nails dug into his thighs as I choked around his length, drool soaking my chin and dripping onto my chest.“Good little slut,” he hissed, his cock pistoning in and out, my throat tight around him. “Look at you—already ruined for me.”I clawed at his pants, trying to steady myself, moaning around his cock as he fucked my mouth rougher, faster, until the gagging turned into wet, sloppy sounds that echoed off the walls.“Fuck—open wider. Stick that tongue out—yeah, just like that.” He yanked my hair back so my eyes met his, my lips stretched around him, spit and precum smeared across my face.I whimpered, muffled around his cock, but I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. My pussy was clenching so hard it hurt.He dragged his cock out with a wet pop, strands of spit connecting my lips to his tip. My chest heaved, my voice ragged.“Ple

~~Jocelyn~~ He cleared his throat at the front of the class. “I’m Professor Hale,” he said, voice low but firm. “For now, I’ll be teaching you Human Anatomy. We’ll cover everything—muscles, bones, reproductive systems, physiology…” His eyes scanned the room, finally settling briefly on me. My stomach flipped. Our eyes met for a heartbeat. I quickly looked away, heat rushing to my cheeks. Why is a male teaching this kind of course? My mind spun, carried away by the way his broad shoulders filled his crisp shirt, the curve of his arms. Even the way he leaned on the desk made my body tingle. Minutes passed, and I tried to focus on his words, but as if some unseen wind stole my attention, my hand moved on its own. Without realizing it, I was sketching him—naked, muscles flexed, skin glistening under imaginary lights. My pencil traced every line of his body, every shadow, every ridge. “I don’t think that’s exactly how I look, you know?” My head snapped up. He was right the

~~Jocelyn~~ The wood of his desk felt cool beneath my thighs, but it didn’t soothe the heat racing through me. My legs were already trembling, my heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted to break free. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing here, but the way his eyes pinned me down left me unable to move. “Relax,” he repeated, his voice low, dangerous, like he had me hypnotized. His thumb traced slow circles on the inside of my thigh, inching higher, teasing me, until I wanted to scream. “I—” My throat caught, the words tangled. “You don’t talk unless I tell you to,” he cut me off, eyes flashing as he leaned closer. “You follow instructions. That’s how you’ll pass this practical.” My knees were still together, no matter how far he pushed. I couldn’t help it. Every nerve in me screamed to clamp shut, to hide what I was feeling. But then his fingers tightened on my thighs, prying me open further, until my skirt rode up dangerously high. “There we go,” he murmured,