All Chapters of Taboo One Shots: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

The team talked about her enough, courtesy of Trey's fucked up crush on her. He knew his guys. They'd pound her pretty pussy given half a chance. The thought drove him insane. No more waiting. He needed relief or he really would go mad. He lined up and plunged his cock straight into her pussy in one hard, brutal thrust, bottoming out inside her as punishment. "Caleb!" Lila groaned in pain, her insides still raw from being newly broken in. The stretch of her walls to accommodate him burned deep, her newly opened cunt struggling to take his thick length all at once. But the burn quickly gave way to unholy pleasure. He had her in intoxicating euphoria, just from entering her. There was no saving her now. She was his tonight. She might as well enjoy it. “Oh fucking really?” he snarled, pulling back and slamming into her again, setting a rough, punishing rhythm in his enraged state. The wet slap of skin on skin and the filthy squelch of her pussy taking him ra

He hammered into her harder than before, brutal, merciless thrusts that jolted her whole body. Her pussy gushed fresh slick in endless rivers around his driving cock. Lila's heart finally knew peace. She gave in completely. Handed him her everything. A pissed off Caleb didn't know it, of course. Not yet. The poor guy was still in the seventh circle of hell. Wet sounds of skin slapping, juices squelching, bounced off the walls as he went wild, claiming and reclaiming her. Demanding more of her, if only to make the thoughts of her fucking other men stop. "Yes," she croaked out, too softly for her enraged lover to hear. “Get the fuck over it. Your legs open for me alone. This tight, little step sister cunt is mine. Just mine. Say it," he groaned like a beast, kissing her cheek as he winded her with brute thrusts, squeezing her throat until she turned blue in the face. Lila’s fingers clawed at his wrist even as her walls clamped down tighter around his dick. The

"Of course not," he said with an eye roll. "Unless you want to get fucked in front of a bunch of people all night and skip our dinner reservation. We can do that, but I won't leave your side. Not ever again. I’ll bend you over the kitchen table and let them watch while I ruin this cunt if you want our relationship made public. I don't think I can stay out of you today though," he said, leaving featherlight kisses on her neck while massaging her breasts. "Dinner reservation?" she cooed, high on his declarations and promises. No one knew better than Lila. Caleb didn’t bother to date in the traditional sense. No dinners. No gifts. Women were good for one thing only. Sex. "You don't do dinner reservations," she said coyly, unable to help the butterflies fluttering in her tummy as her fingers trailed lazily up his muscular back. "For my future wife, of course I do. I never had a reason to do dinner reservations before, because they weren't you. Minimal effort isn't enough for yo

After their final round, he stayed inside her, both of them too spent to move. He gathered her against his chest, one hand stroking her damp hair, the other resting possessively on her hip. She couldn’t take it back when they rejoined the world. When their parents came back. When Serena showed up. They were dating now. End of discussion. “This is real,” he said quietly, voice hoarse from hours of fucking and groaning her name. “You’re mine and I’m yours. No taking it back when the sun comes up. I don’t care how messy it is. I don’t care what anyone else says. I almost lost you, Lila. Almost didn't even get the chance to love you. I’m not risking that again.” Lila traced the scratches she left on his back during one of the rougher rounds lazily, wondering just how much he would have to give up to be true to her. “You really don’t want to go to Brown?” she asked him, concerned she was taking the choice away from him. "Because I don't want you resenting me later on for—"

"Happy twenty first birthday, dear Janet," Don Vincent Valenti growled at the youngest of his seven step daughters as he slammed his cock deep into her sister's pussy. Janet held her head high as she descended the stairs, biting down on her teeth, refusing to cower before this beast. She learned three years ago, when her mom married the mafia king, never to look Don Vincent in the eye. Never to let him see how much he disturbed her. He and his son, Jax Valenti, started fucking her mom and older sisters the moment they set foot in the house. Literally. The gang bang began the moment the front door closed. The mother. The daughters. Only the two youngest were spared Vincent's big dick, abruptly followed by Jax's. Only eighteen at the time, Janet was quickly disillusioned with life, even if they didn't lay a finger on her. This wasn't the safe haven her grandfather had promised them before he died. It was their prison. They gave up their honor to be sex slaves, ruine