All Chapters of FORBIDDEN DESIRES : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER SIXMy legs felt like they belonged to someone else as I crept down the stairs. Every step made my soaked shorts rub against my swollen clit. The Rose toy was still warm in my pocket from what I had just done. My fingers were sticky with my own cum. I could still hear Elena’s screams and Dad’s deep grunts echoing in my head. Shame burned so hot in my chest I wanted to cry. But my pussy kept clenching anyway. I was wetter than I had ever been in my life.I collapsed onto the couch in the living room and tried to catch my breath. The front door was still closed. Dad had not left yet. I could hear water running upstairs. He was probably in the shower already. Good. Maybe he would leave soon and I could pretend none of this happened.The shower shut off after a few minutes. Footsteps moved around in their bedroom. Then Dad came down the stairs in fresh clothes, hair still damp. He was now holding his laptop bag, the one he forgot and then he smiled at me like everything was n

CHAPTER EIGHT Elena held me close after untying the silk belt from my wrists, her naked body warm and soft against mine. She kissed my forehead gently, then my lips, tasting herself on my tongue. My body was still trembling from the intense edging and the powerful orgasm she had forced out of me. My pussy felt raw and hypersensitive, but somehow I was already getting wet again just from being in her arms.“You were such a good girl for Mommy,” she whispered, stroking my hair. “But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.”She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eight

CHAPTER TEN I lay there for a long time after Ryan finally pulled out of me, his cum and my blood slowly leaking down my thighs onto the guest room sheets. My body felt wrecked in the most addictive way. I waited until his breathing evened out into sleep, then slipped out of bed, grabbed my nightie, and crept back to my own room on shaky legs. I barely slept.The morning light hit my face and I forced myself into my bathroom. I had a long hot shower and then wore a loose tank top and tiny cotton shorts. Then I headed downstairs. My pussy was still sore and tender, a constant reminder of everything Ryan had done to me. Getting downstairs I met Dad already at the table with his coffee. Elena stood at the counter in a pretty knee-length summer dress, hair done nicely. They both looked good, like they were going out.Ryan sat across from Dad, looking freshly showered and way too hot for nine in the morning.“Morning, pumpkin,” Dad said cheerfully when he saw me. “Slept well?”“Yeah

CHAPTER ELEVEN I’m still riding him, hips rolling in slow, filthy circles, half his thick cock buried deep inside me. Every lift makes my pussy drag along his length, slick and greedy, before I sink back down with a wet slap that echoes through the living room. His hands are locked on my ass, fingers bruising the soft flesh, guiding me faster, smacking me hard enough to sting and make me clench around him.“Cassie,” he rasps, voice gravel and hunger. “Look at you—taking me like you were made for it. Ride me harder, baby girl. Fuck, I want to feel that tight little cunt squeeze every inch.”I arch back, tits bouncing in his face, and slam down harder. The head of his cock punches that spot inside me that makes my eyes roll. I cry out, nails raking down his shoulders.“Ryan—fuck—it's splitting me open,” I gasp, voice cracking. “So deep… I can feel you in my stomach… please, don't stop…”He growls low in his throat, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat—not choking, just holdin

The kitchen was very quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of the wall clock. The only light coming from the under-cabinet strips, casting long shadows across the granite island. My wrists were bound behind my back with Knox’s leather belt, the buckle digging into the small of my back every time I shift. My cheek was pressed to the cool stone countertop. My dress was bunched around my waist, panties torn off and somewhere on the floor. My thighs were already trembling, slick with how wet I have been since they cornered me here twenty minutes ago. Knox was standing behind me. His rough hands spread my cheeks apart. I could feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance, sliding through my folds without pushing in yet. He coats himself in my wetness, teasing me until I was whimpering into the granite. “You are dripping for us, Barbie,” he says in that low, gravelly voice that always makes my stomach flip. “This greedy little cunt al