All Chapters of Taboo One Shots: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

He could feel her body trembling, a mix of anger, hurt, fear and unwanted arousal coursing through her. Ruining her peace. He picked up speed, slowly at first, then building to those deep, punishing thrusts that always made her gasp. "W-what?" she just barely uttered, pleasure catching up with her as she choked on her own breath. God help me, daddy.Even if you're my death, I still… I want…you. “You heard me. Jealous whore,” he growled with a lopsided smirk, losing patience with himself for trying to comfort her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to make her yelp. “Now shut up and take that big dick for daddy." Janet's breath hitched. She hated how good it felt, jerking up and down his cock. How her body betrayed her, nipples rock hard, pussy flooding his shaft with wetness, even as her heart ached.You're never going to want me, are you? I am such a fucking fool. “I hate you,” she whispered, but her hips pushed back against him, meeting his every passionate thrust. “I

He took her again and again, sometimes staying hard inside her after he came, hips still rolling slow and deep while she whimpered and tried to catch her breath.“Still so fucking tight,” he growled as dawn crept in on them, grinding deep inside her exhausted pussy. “Even after I’ve already pumped load after load into your sloppy pussy. You love daddy's cock that much, don’t you?”“Shut up,” she moaned, pushing back against him. “Just keep fucking me. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to feel anything but your pleasureable dick. You owe me that much."He laughed darkly and started thrusting harder, taunting her, "You’re such a greedy little whore for daddy’s cock, aren't you?" “I’m greedy,” she gasped, her voice breaking as he hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. “I’m a greedy whore for your cock. I like to fuck daddy. Now shut up and fuck me harder. Please, I need it rough. I need it to hurt more," her exhausted, sex crazed brain insisted. Vincent, who

The very idea of another man touching her ate at them both, but neither moved. No more words. Just shared pleasure and torment as they came for each other. She fell asleep beneath him mid orgasm. "So fucking trusting. Haven't you been paying attention to daddy these last three years? How dare you fall asleep on your enemy's cock?" he chided her, pulling damp locks of hair off her face and gently rolling off her. "Daddy," she muttered in her sleep, immediately flinging her body onto his. Vincent froze. His heart skipped a beat. Had parting with him for even a few seconds been so difficult for her? He sighed in defeat and looked down at her peaceful form. Out cold. Dead to the world. "I have shit to do, you know," he grumbled, begrudgingly taking her into his arms and holding her close. "Annoying, needy woman," he sai

Just when she thought the tremors had ended, she came again. And again. Her body shaking violently from having held off for so long. She almost came on his dick while he withdrew in anger, but only just barely managed to keep it in. Just like she did every night now. At least until he stomped off without a word. Then she came like a whore who had been edging herself for days. Hard. Brutally. She fell apart, whispering his name, hoping he didn't hear or catch her. Just because her cunt was weak, didn't mean he had to know it. Her pussy visibly clenched and oozed his loads while she tried to hug herself, desperate to hold her body together. "I can't stop, daddy. I tried. Can't stop cuming for you. God, help me. Oh please," she moaned, long and drawn out, but softly. Tears on her face. His name falling from her lips over and over.Vincent stood in the doorway, cock in his fist and watched

But before he could take another step, she cried out mid-orgasm, voice wrecked and broken, “Please, don’t share me with Jax. I don’t want anyone else. I love how you’re the only one who fucks me. Please, daddy. I can’t stand you fucking my sisters and my mom behind my back. I can’t.”The words hit him like a fist to the chest.A pang of hurt sliced through him so sharp he actually stepped back instead of forward. In his heart of hearts, the young boy who only wanted love when his mom died, wanted to tell her he hadn’t touched anyone else since the first night he took her. But that was exactly the problem, wasn't it? Denial faded, giving way to realization. She turned him into a fucking love sick puppy. Bitch. Who was she to dictate who he fucked or how he lived? Or who he let fuck her? Hesitance gave way to the need to dominate. He walked back into the room, cock still hard, and climbed