All Chapters of Taste of Pleasure: Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

The bell rang again, sharp and impatient. I yanked the door open, breathless. Lina stood there, smiling that infectious smile that she always did. She was wearing a summer dress that clung to her curves, a floral pattern that seemed to vibrate with colour against her warm skin. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders in soft waves, and she smelled like fresh jasmine and expensive perfume. "Hi," she said, her eyes lingering on my face. She didn't seem surprised by my dishevelled appearance. "You okay? You look flushed." "I'm fine," I lied, trying to compose myself. "Just sleeping. I came down fast to get the door." I tried to play it cool, but my voice came out rough. "I came to wait for Kia," Lina said, stepping into the entryway. "She texted me that she was running late so she left without me. I guess I'll wait here." "Well, you're more than welcome to come in," I said, stepping aside to let her in. "Make yourself at home." Lina walked in, and I offered to make her a

Lina didn't hesitate. She reached out, her hands sliding around the base of my cock, her fingers wrapping around the hot, thick shaft. Her touch was warm, firm, and surprisingly skilled. She squeezed gently, pulling me toward her. I gasped, leaning back against the counter, my eyes rolling back in my head. The sensation was overwhelming. It was better than my hand, but it was different. It was softer, warmer, and undeniably better. She started to stroke me, her hand moving up and down, her grip firm but not too tight. She used her other hand to cup my balls, massaging them gently. I watched her face as she worked me, her eyes focused on the task at hand. She was concentrating, her tongue poking out slightly to lick her lips, a look of pure, unadulterated focus. I reached out and placed my hand on the back of her head, guiding her face toward my cock. "Right there," I moaned, pushing her head down. "Just like that." Lina didn't need much encouragement. She leaned forward, her ton

I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful stroke. The sensation was indescribable. The heat was incredible, the tightness was absolute, and the friction was mind-blowing. I groaned, my head thrown back, my eyes rolling back in my head. The feeling of her walls closing around me was electric, a jolt that shot straight to my brain. I had never felt anything like this in my life. It was like coming home, like finding a missing piece of a puzzle I didn't know was missing. Lina gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh my god," she moaned, her voice high and breathless. "You're huge. It's so big." I smiled, a wicked grin spreading across my face. "You like it?" "I love it," she said, her eyes wide and filled with desire. "I love how you fill me up." I began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace. I wanted to take my time, savouring every inch of her. I pulled back until just the tip remained inside her, then plunged back in, burying myself to the

"Mom don't forget to text me when you land." "I will, honey." "You won't." "I will." Mom said it the way she says everything, half promise, half lie and then she hugged me so hard my ribs clicked. Her perfume got all in my hair. Her eyes were wet and shiny and she was still talking while she walked backwards down the porch steps. Be good. Don't stay up too late. Don't eat junk for dinner. Call if anything happens. Dad was already in the driver's seat with his sunglasses on, drumming the wheel like a man who'd been waiting all year for a weekend alone with his wife. Stepdad, technically. Except he stopped being "technically" anything about three months in, back when he started calling me kiddo and leaving the porch light on when I got home late. "You two behave," he said through the open window. Which is what men say when they have absolutely no idea what they're talking about. "Behave," James repeated behind me. Low. Just for me. Goosebumps crawled up my arms. I