All Chapters of Taboo One Shots: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

No more pining or restraint. Just desperate, ravenous hunger as they groped at each other and made out like teenagers.Victor pulled back just enough to look at her. Something almost helpless sat in his expression next to the possessiveness. A vulnerability Wren had never known, but wanted to own.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said with a heavy sigh. “I could fuck anyone I want, you know, but my dick begs only for you. You'll give my cock what it craves, won't you, baby girl?" he rasped, the question rhetorical."Yes, daddy," she purred anyway, holding him close as he laid rushed kisses on her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.He mauled her tits, rubbing his cheek up against hers and told her, "Daddy's going to fuck these tits and then that naughty pussy. Daddy's dick is hard and frustrated. It's time to fuck, isn't it baby girl?""Yes daddy. I want it, daddy. I will never say no again. Do whatever you want to me. Just don't stop," she egged him on, throwing her head back

Victor watched the gears turn in her head while he brutally battered her glorious, hungry pussy. She didn’t sit still. Her hips rose for his every damning thrust while she choked on air under his hand. His grip on her throat tightened until black spots danced at the edges of her vision. He sucked on her salty cheek and whispered huskily, "You'll be lucky if you don't die on my cock from how often I'm going to fuck you, baby girl." Non committal. A response drenched in dominance and misogyny. She all but fucking swooned anyway, basic whore that he had turned her into. If she could have gulped, she would have. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears, feel the pulse of his cock inside her every time he bottomed out. Her senses were on fire with need. Stupidity. Bravery that could only be brought on by a good dicking. She opened her mouth to ask for more. Her aching heart couldn't help wondering if he felt anything for her beyond lust. Or was she still just a fuck toy to

Luckily for Victor (or Wren?), she wanted what he was offering. Unable to bring herself to argue, she took him back to her dorm room, where they fucked all night. When she woke up, he was gone and Wren was devastated. The single bed felt too big. The air was thin. Devoid of oxygen. “So much for he can’t let me go,” she moped, and turned too quickly, letting out a groan. Her body ached in that delicious, used way that only made the emptiness worse. Then she saw the roses on the pillow where his head had been a few hours ago and her stupid mouth would not stop curving up. “They’re beautiful,” she said to the ghost of him, taking a whiff of the flowers as her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Hope flooded her system the way it always did when a notification lit up the screen. Only this time she wasn’t disappointed. It was a text from him. This meant he would be back, right? No more radio silence? Wren grabbed her phone, opened the message, and immediately clicked the link he h

She told herself it wasn’t a big deal as he slid inside her already cum filled pussy. They would just fuck all weekend, like always.Her body flushed under his. They looked each other deep in the eye as he started thrusting. No words. No dirty talk. No moans. Just quiet, slow strokes. Bodies meeting carefully, as though he feared exploding inside her at a moment's notice, even though they had only just started. "Me too," she said, breaking the silence when the pleasure got the better of her despite his pace. "All weekend it is." Everything was totally fine. Not a date. Not. A. Date. Needless to say, Wren was a mess the rest of the week, preparing for her 'not a date' (but totally kinda a date) weekend with Victor. When the weekend finally came and he buried himself deep inside her five minutes into Legally Blonde, Wren’s denial of their growing attachment only strengthened.He just wants to get off. This is still casual. Just hooking up. It has to be.She clung to that lie rig

“What, no goodbye kiss?” Wren called from the background, rushing to grab her keys to head out herself. “Love you too, daddy,” she cooed happily, approaching Victor’s back without a clue Jada was there to put an end to her blissful life. “Baby, go back inside,” Victor said protectively, eyes narrowing at Jada. “Don’t you have a life?” he hissed, trying to close the door, but it was already too late.Wren’s gaze met Jada’s and the world stopped. Wren's stomach dropped so hard she felt sick. She stayed frozen mere inches from Victor’s back. Her face went pale as she clung to the back of his shirt, hiding behind him in shame. “Really, Wren? You're fucking your own step dad?” Jada berated her, pushing past the couple and stepping inside uninvited.“Shit,” Wren deadpanned, too sick with guilt to deny it. After all, how did she think this would end? With them living happily ever after? Victor put an arm around Wren's shoulders and pulled her close. Then he set his jaw and squared off wi