บททั้งหมดของ Dirty Little Sinner: Taboo Chronicles.: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 37

The house was oddly silent when I pushed through the front door."Mom?" My voice echoed through the foyer, echoing across the room, bouncing off the ceiling and walls.No response.Rick's place was ridiculously extravagant—expensive epoxy floors that looked unreal and guilt-tripped you every time you step on it, floor-to-ceiling windows, high ceilings and expensive curtains and artworks lined up the wall. They definitely cost more than my entire college tuition and rent altogether."Mom? You home?" I called again, louder this time, setting my keys on the console table by the door.Still nothing.I pulled out my phone from my pocket to check the text she sent me earlier. “Come by the house at exactly 1pm for lunch, I’ll make you your favourite.” It was 1:15pm , she should be here by now. They should both be here.Then it hit me all at once—I was alone in Rick's house. Or at least, it seemed that way. The universe was literally handing me an opportunity to carry out my mission and I was

I spun him around, shoving him over the counter. Nothing romantic, just punishment for trying to get together with my mom with his down-low shit, for lying to her. He yanked his shirt over his head, exposing that toned back. I tugged his joggers down roughly together with his boxers. His ass bounced free—thick, round, begging."Look at this," I growled, spreading his cheeks. "All prepped and ready, aren't you?"He nodded, moaning softly. "Yes..."I dropped to my knees, face levelled to his ass. It was perfect, smooth, muscled, hole still pink and slick from his earlier session. I dove in, tongue flat against his entrance, licking broad stripes. He tasted clean. He was impeccably clean. “You get your ass this clean to get rimmed, don’t you?”“Yes...” He gasped, pushing back. "Oh God... Damon..."I ate him out like a starved man, tongue spearing inside, swirling around his hole, sucking and biting the cheeks. My hands gripped his thighs, pulling him onto my face."Ahh... yes...fuck..."

My cock was still very much hard, ready and throbbing. She knelt a little closer and placed a kiss at the tip of my cock before rising to her feet. She was going to reach for me, but I pulled away first, reached for a serviette beside me on the kitchen counter and returned to her face to pat it dry.“Gotta take care of what's mine.” I murmured, not necessarily looking at her. Her lips curved into a small knowing smile, the warmth of my words blooming tenderly in her chest. She stood still and allowed me to finish, but I knew she wasn’t anywhere near satisfied. She struggled to keep her hands bound to her sides. She wanted more. Both the need to pleasure her and the need to be pleasured struck me so hard, all I could think of was my cock inside her tight warm cunt, grazing her walls with all that wetness, until she screams and moans for more.She took my cock in her hands, and stroked the tip with a slow tenderness that made my whole body go still for a moment before giving in to her t