All Chapters of Forbidden Collection : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

His mouth devoured my breasts, sucking them hard, pinching and kneading them aggressively. I moaned softly. He grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me onto the counter, the cold marble biting into my bare ass. His mouth descended again, sucking my tits softly now, his tongue flickering over my nipples in teasing circles. “Shit!!” I moaned softly, rolling my eyes back as waves of heat crashed through me. “You like it, don’t you?” he growled against my skin. “I know this is what you’ve been dreaming of. You know I should’ve picked you over your infertile sister all these years.” His eyes rolled as I cupped my breasts and spanked his face with them, the soft flesh slapping against his cheeks. He just kept spilling everything. He’s a boobs lover; want him to spill secrets? Give him boobs. He shoved my head back against the wall with a thud that made stars burst behind my eyelids. He spat directly onto my pussy, the warm saliva mixing with the slick mess Jamiu left. His rough fingers ci

“Harder, yes! Harder, Daddy!” I screamed, my voice raw and desperate as Duke stretched me wide from behind, his thick cock slamming into me like he owned every inch of my dripping pussy. The backshot had me arched perfectly, ass up, face down, my curves jiggling with every brutal thrust. He was relentless, yanking his hips back just to plow in deeper, his balls slapping against my swollen clit, sending sparks of filthy pleasure shooting through my core. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby girl,” he growled low, his voice all gravel and hunger, one hand fisting my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. I could feel him throbbing inside me, stretching my walls until I was a quivering mess, my juices slicking us both, dripping down my thighs. God, it was nasty— the way he owned me, pounding like he was trying to break me in half, my moans turning into these high-pitched whimpers that echoed in my ears. Then, beep. His smartwatch lit up, vibrating against my ass cheek li

Bianca’s POV I’m Bianca, 21, living with my dad. He’s the coach of Titan Blades Academy—the best hockey agency in all of Indiana. Single and ready to mingle. Except it’s not that easy. My dad has one rule: “No one touches my daughter.” And somehow, all the lame-ass players actually listen. Well, they should. My dad’s energy is obviously terrifying. But still—I want them all. And they want me too, obviously. I’ve got everything a man could ever want in a woman. I’m sexy,my pussy is juicy. It’s never dry. Always wet and aching for some cock. But my dad is my obstacle. It Just feels like I’m forced into that fucking celibacy shit. It’s literally so draining. Yeah—I'm a damn good cock rider. But it’s been a year since I last rode one. My ex-boyfriend cheated on me while I was away for just two weeks, taking an exam. Just two fucking weeks! He’s a sex addict actually. But damn, I miss his cock. No man I’ve fucked in my lifetime has ever made my pussy trob the way

“Victoria, Tess, Linda… bitches, I’m freaking out! I flopped onto the couch, legs spread wide like I was still riding Damien’s dick. “Tell me why this nigga’s cock is so fucking sweet—thick, veiny, black perfection—and the bastard can’t even last seven damn minutes!” “O… M… FUCKING… G!” Victoria squealed, clutching her chest. “Seven minutes? Girl, that’s criminal!” “Deadass?” Linda gasped, slapping her thigh. “Seven minutes of that monster dick and he’s already nutting? Bitch, I’d cry!” “Yesterday was a whole-ass movie,” I groaned, throwing my head back. “I’m never looking at his fine ass again. Mr. ‘I’ll ruin your pussy’ turned out to be a damn speed demon.” Tess bit her lip, cheeks flushed. “Okay… don’t kill me, but… I might know the feeling.” I whipped my head around. “Spill, hoe. Who?” She shrugged, playing with her hair. “Some dude from the field. Evening vibes. He was begging—‘Tess, I’m so hard, just let me slide in real quick’—and I was horny, so… twelve minutes later? B

“Suck it, you little slut,” Johnson barked, gripping my hair tight, forcing my throat to take him deeper. I gagged, tears streaming down my cheeks, saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth as he face-fucked me relentlessly. My jaw ached, but the burn only made my pussy clench harder around Damien. “That’s it, cry for us, kitten,” Damien taunted, thrusting hard, each slam making my tits bounce and my breath hitch in pain-mixed pleasure. I whimpered around Johnson’s cock, the vibration making him groan and thrust faster, his balls slapping my chin. Damien pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining, but before I could beg, he flipped me onto my back. Johnson straddled my chest, his knees pinning my arms, cock slamming back into my mouth. “Deep throat it all, bitch,” he ordered, pushing until my nose was buried in his pubes. I choked, throat convulsing, tears blurring my vision as I fought for air. Damien spread my legs wide, slapping my pussy hard—once, twice—the wet smacks