All Chapters of The Taste of Submission: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"It feels so fucking good," I said, my voice trembling as I looked directly at Louis. "You're so big, Cory. It hurts, but it feels so good." "I'm sorry, Louis," I whispered, my eyes filling with tears. "But right at that moment, Cory hit something deep inside me that sent a white flash up my spine. A moan tore from my throat, loud and shameless. "That's the spot," Cory said, adjusting his angle to hit the same place over and over again. "The sound my husband never makes for me. The sound that proves I'm a slut for cock." I cried out, my body clamping down around him, my hips bucking into his thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashed over me without warning. Seth grabbed my chin, forcing my head back. "Keep your eyes on Louis," he commanded. "Show him what he's missing." "Please, don't stop, Cory. Harder," I begged, surrendering to the sensation. "I want him to see me like this." The orgasm hit me with the force of a freight train. My body clamped do

I looked up at Seth, his dark eyes locked onto mine, filled with a predatory hunger that made my knees weak. "Seth," I gasped, my chest heaving. "I need you to fuck my mouth harder." He didn't hesitate. He pulled out of my mouth slightly, leaving just the head of his cock inside, and then thrust forward with brutal force, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering, but I didn't pull away. I took it all, savouring the feeling of being dominated. "Suck it, baby," Seth growled. "Show him." And in that exact moment, Mark pushed past the tight ring of muscle and sank into my ass. The sensation was explosive. It wasn't just pain; it was pleasure, a deep, stretching pleasure that shot through my entire body. I screamed around Seth's cock, a raw, primal sound that echoed through the living room. "Fuuuuck," Diane groaned from below, his eyes widening in amazement. "You felt that? She took all three of us at once." Seth pulled back, giving me a moment to breathe, but Ma

The way she stares at me, those mesmerising eyes locking onto mine, does something to my chest, making it tighten in a way that has nothing to do with love. It’s a primal thing, a dark pull that I can’t explain, but I can’t deny. She asks, her voice soft, barely a whisper, "What do you really want to eat?" The question hangs in the air, innocent on the surface, but it trips a switch in my brain. I imagine her words, taste them on my tongue, and the image in my mind shifts from a simple meal to something far more carnal. I see her lips, soft and parted, as if she’s waiting for a kiss. I see her mouth, a destination I’ve dreamed about, a prize I’m desperate to claim. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat. Just how will it feel? I imagine my mouth on hers, stealing her breath, tangling my tongue with hers, exploring every inch of her mouth until she’s trembling with excitement. It’s dangerous, this fire burning in my gut, but I can’t stop. My mind is a map of her body,

A sweet moan sound echoed again, and that was the push I needed. It snapped something inside me, and I didn't know how I got to the door, but I was suddenly standing right in front of it. My hand hovered over it, trembling, before I pushed it open. The bathroom was filled with steam, a thick haze that clung to the air like a lover's sigh. And there she was. She was standing under the spray of the shower, the water cascading over her like liquid silk. But what froze me wasn't the water; it was the sight of her hand. Her fingers were deep inside her own body, her wrist moving in a rhythmic, desperate pace. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, a soft cry escaping her lips. Her body arched, her breasts heaving, the water catching the light and making her skin look like porcelain. She looked so innocent, yet so completely consumed by pleasure. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I stood there, unable to move; my mouth went dry, my cock was already straining agains

Finally, I pulled back, my hand sliding from her hair to cup her cheek. She looked up at me, her lips glossy with my essence, her eyes glazed over but filled with a dark satisfaction. I leaned in and captured her mouth again, tasting myself on her tongue. The kiss was deep, messy, and filled with lingering hunger. I pulled back, resting my forehead against hers, our breath mingling in the steamy air. "God, Sister in-law," I breathed out. "You're incredible." She managed a weak smile, her body still humming with the aftershocks of the last orgasm. "You... you weren't bad yourself, Vivian", she whispered, the word hanging heavy between us. I chuckled low in my throat, a dark, possessive sound. "We aren't lovers right now, are we?" I reached down, helping her to stand on her shaky legs. The water was still pouring over us, washing away the sweat and the mess, but it couldn't wash away what had just happened. I turned off the shower, the silence returning to the room, but the te