All Chapters of 85 Virgin Sins; Taboo Runs Wild: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Cole Her breath stuttered. Her eyes said no, but her body… her body was already giving me the answer I wanted. “Cole,” she whispered, like saying my name would somehow stop me. But it only made my cock ache harder. I reached out, slow at first, brushing my fingers along her knee. She jumped, but she didn’t push me away. Her thighs pressed closer together, like she could shut me out. Except I knew that trick. I knew what that squeeze meant. Pressure. Heat. She was already throbbing down there, wet and tight and desperate. “You shouldn’t—” she started, but her voice cracked when my hand slid higher, the tips of my fingers grazing soft skin just under the hem of her skirt. I leaned back, just to watch her squirm. Her chest rose faster, nipples straining against that blouse she thought could hide them. My grin spread slow, dark. “You’re shaking, doc.” Her hands gripped the notepad so tight the pages crumpled. “Because this is wrong.” I chuckled low, leaning in until my m

Cole My hips slammed up harder, cock sliding deep down her throat, her gags vibrating against me while her hand jerked and stroked with sloppy, messy sounds. Her spit was all over me now, dripping down my length, coating my balls. “Fuck—take it—take all this cock,” I growled, fisting her hair tighter, dragging her head lower until I was buried to the hilt, her lips stretched wide, her throat swallowing me whole. She choked and clawed at my thighs, but her pussy kept dripping down onto my tongue. I spread her ass wider, tongue lapping greedily at her slit, shoving deep inside her wet cunt while two of my fingers rammed upward, curling against her spot. My other hand slapped her ass hard, making her whimper around my cock. Her body bucked above me, thighs trembling as I sucked her clit hard, rough and fast, grinding my tongue against it while fucking her with my fingers. She moaned so loud it vibrated right through my cock in her mouth, sending shocks through me. “Mmmff—fuck

~~Dean~~ I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking when I told her she could stay. When I said yes — that there was a spare room in my apartment, that she could move in until the mix-up with her lease got sorted — I thought it was harmless. Just being decent. I didn’t expect it to feel like this. I’d been trying to stay clean. To bury the man I used to be — the one who lived too wild, too fast, too dirty. I promised myself that part of me was gone. That I wouldn’t go back to that life again. But the second she walked through that door, everything I’d buried started clawing its way out. The cravings. The hunger. The raw, ugly need. She stood there in the doorway — soaked from the rain. Her shorts clung to her thighs, wet fabric molded to her skin like a second layer. That tiny crop top she wore was damp too, sticking to her body so tightly that I could see the soft outline of her breasts… the roundness, the curve, the way her nipples pressed through the thin co