All Chapters of 85 Virgin Sins; Taboo Runs Wild: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dean. I dropped to my knees behind her, my hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them wide to expose her tight, glistening asshole. I buried my face between her cheeks, smearing her slickness across my lips, my tongue darting out to taste her. She was so fucking sweet, her musky heat driving me wild. “Fuck, you’re so damn sweet,” I growled, my voice thick with lust. “You love this, don’t you? My face all up in your dirty little ass.” I plunged my tongue into her tight asshole, licking deep, swirling around the rim, tasting every inch of her. Her legs trembled, her whole body shaking as she gripped the counter, barely holding on. “Yes! Fuck, yes! Right there!” she cried, her voice breaking. “I fucking love your tongue in my ass. Keep fucking me, please!” I clamped my hands on her hips, holding her steady as she quivered, her ass pushing back against my face. My tongue kept digging into her tight hole, relentless, hungry. “You’re gonna be my good little ten

~~Killian~~ Mia swallowed hard, cheeks flushed, eyes locked on mine, that spark in her gaze screaming she wanted me as bad as I wanted her. My cock twitched, already hard, aching to fuck her senseless. “Why don’t you grab me some coffee? We can… get to know each other.” My eyes stayed glued to hers, drinking in her innocence, imagining it shattered when I’d have her screaming under me. “Sure, I’ll get it.” Her lips trembled, that sweet voice begging to turn into moans. Fuck, not pounding her pussy right now was torture, my dick throbbing painfully in my jeans. She turned, walking to the kitchen, hips swaying. I followed, pulse pounding, as she worked the coffee machine. Then she bent over to grab a mug from the lower cabinet, her dress riding up, panties clinging tight to her ass, the outline of her pussy teasing me. If she bent just a bit more, I’d see her clit, swollen and ready. My hands itched to yank that dress up, rip those panties off, and shove my cock deep in

~~Killian~~ She was my brother’s babysitter. Yet I wanted her. Craved her. When my mother told me about her, I booked the next flight to London to see the girl she hired. Mom called her beautiful, inside and out. That was it—those words twisted something inside me, set my nerves on fire, made my dick throb. All night, I couldn’t sleep, picturing her bent over the counter, her pussy dripping as I fucked her senseless. And I did. The first time I saw her, I had her against the counter, her moans filling the kitchen. Now, I can’t get enough. I want to ruin those legs, fuck her brains out until I’m spent—but my cock? It’s never done with her. Everyone went to bed early. I watched her tuck my brother in, saw Mom and Dad head to their room. I waited. She was in the kitchen, washing dishes, her hands moving over the plates in the sink. “Hey.” I stepped closer, voice low. “Hi.” She glanced over her shoulder, eyes flicking back to the sink. I moved in, pressing her a

~~Elena~~ I’ve always craved my new daddy. From the moment I laid eyes on him, it was like a fire ignited deep in my core, burning hot and relentless. I wanted him—craved him with a hunger that kept me up at night, my fingers slipping between my thighs, rubbing my clit in desperate circles as I imagined his massive cock stretching me wide. I’d fantasize about wrapping my hands around that monstrous dick, stroking it until it throbbed, then begging him to shove it into my dripping pussy, claiming my virginity in one brutal thrust. This was how it happened.. It was as if fate was mocking me. On my 20th birthday, the day I’d planned to give myself to my boyfriend, my mother decided to marry another man. After my real father died when I was two, we moved to Nashville, starting fresh. But her new husband—my stepdad—was no ordinary guy. He looked younger than his age, his face smooth and chiseled, like whatever supplements he was taking had turned back the clock. His

~~Elena~~ Two weeks in, and I’m sure Daddy’s noticed I’ve been a naughty girl, begging for his punishment. My pussy throbs so hard, aching for his hands, his mouth, his cock to tame it. Only he can calm the fire burning inside me, and I’ve been craving it every night, rubbing my clit raw to thoughts of him. It was Friday, and I’d dressed for my best friend Sonia’s party, my crop top barely covering my tits, my skirt so short it rode up with every step, showing off my thighs. In the living room, Mom was serving dinner, off work for once, chatting with Daddy about his company. His eyes flicked to me as I walked in, raking over my body, lingering on the strip of bare stomach, the hem of my skirt barely hiding my panties. “Elle, oh my God,” Mom gasped, setting down a plate. “That dress is way too revealing. Your tummy’s showing, and that skirt’s so short—one tug and you’re bare. It’s just a birthday party, not a strip club.” I caught Daddy’s gaze from the corner of my e