All Chapters of 85 Virgin Sins; Taboo Runs Wild: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~~Mia~~ I was jobless. That much I knew. And the thing about bills? They didn’t just vanish because you screamed at your boss and stormed out. They piled up. Higher and higher, like a mountain pressing on my chest, reminding me with every second that they wouldn’t pay themselves. My anger was still buzzing in my veins, seeping all the way into my fingers as I scrolled through my phone, furiously typing shithead boss into the blue app. But halfway through, I stopped. Relax, Mia. He’s a private person. No pictures. No posts. No nothing. Just one active green dot glowing like a taunt. Suspicious. Maddening. “Who are you stalking now, huh, Mia?” I nearly jumped out of my skin. Sharon, my roommate, had just slipped into the room. She shut the door behind her, tossed her bag on the floor, and crawled onto the bed beside me. I fumbled, nearly dropping my phone before shoving it under the pillow. “No one. Just… checking up on someone’s profile.” Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh

~~Mia~~ He curled his fingers harder, dragging them against every nerve deep inside me, then pressed his palm down so the spit smeared across my clit with every pump. “Fuck—fuck—Leo—” I cried out, my back arching off the table. “Louder,” he growled, twisting his wrist so the tips of his fingers slammed right into my g-spot again and again. “I want everyone outside to hear how this pussy breaks.” I couldn’t stop it. My hips kept chasing him, grinding down onto his hand, desperate and wild. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the office—the slap of his spit mixing with the gush pouring out of me. My thighs clamped around his arm but he forced them open wide, his hand unrelenting, his fingers pounding me until my vision blurred. “I—ahhh—I can’t—” I sobbed, clinging to the edge of the glass table. “Yes, you can,” he snapped, his teeth scraping my nipple before biting down rough. “Cum for me, Mia. Cum all over my fucking fingers.” That command ripped through m

~~Kent~~ Her breath hitched the second my body pressed harder against hers, her back arching like she was trying not to melt into me. I held the mug in one hand, but the other…it had a mind of its own. I let my lips hover by her ear, close enough that she could feel my breath ghosting across her skin. Then I asked, voice low and sharp, “Do you think your husband would like this, Ashley?” Before she could even form a reply, my free hand slid down the curve of her hip, fingers gathering the side of her gown. I dragged the soft fabric upward, slow, deliberate, until the heat of her thighs was exposed. My fingers slipped beneath her panties like I had every right to be there. She gasped, a sound so fragile it almost broke me. “No… he won’t,” she stuttered, her voice barely holding together. A dark smile tugged at my lips. I leaned closer, my chest flattening her against the counter, my cock throbbing against her ass. “But you like this, don’t you?” I breathed, tongue darti

~~Kent~~ Her moans were shaking out of her chest while my tongue stayed glued to her clit, circling, flattening, then flicking rough against her swollen nub. My hands pressed her thighs open wider, keeping her spread for me, while she squirmed, desperate, reaching up blindly. Her fingers found my cock dangling heavy over her face. She tried stroking, tried dragging me into her mouth, but I jerked my hips away each time, denying her. I wanted her begging for it. “You want my cock, huh?” I rasped right into her pussy, my lips wet with her juices. My tongue flicked against her again before I pulled away, dragging two fingers deep into her hole. When I curled them out, thick with her slick, I shoved them in my mouth and sucked them clean, groaning. Her body jolted when I smacked her mound—sharp, filthy. She yelped, her pussy clenching so tight my cock twitched just watching her. I didn’t wait. I grabbed her wrist, yanked her up, and laid myself flat across the table. My trouse

~~Kent~~ At first, I kept it slow—dragging my cock in and out, grinding against her walls so deep she whimpered like a woman being broken open for the first time. But the tighter she clenched, the more my hunger snapped loose. I gripped her thigh tighter, shoving her leg back against my shoulder until her pussy opened wider for me. Then I slammed—hard—one sharp thrust that made her cry out. “Fuuuck!” she screamed, head snapping forward, forehead hitting the table with a dull thud. Her cries only drove me mad. I pulled out halfway, then rammed back in harder. The table creaked under her, her whole body jolting with every brutal stroke. “Jesus—stop—I can’t—” she wailed, but her pussy kept sucking me back in, wet and greedy. “Fuck… you can baby..,” I rasped, smacking her ass with my free hand. “You love this. Your cunt’s milking me like it’s starving.” Her nails scratched the table, teeth sinking into the wood as she screamed into it, muffling the filthy sounds. I didn’