All Chapters of Sins Worth Keeping : Collection of Forbidden Tales: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Levi's POV I couldn’t stop fantasizing about getting railed by Morgan—my best friend’s stepfather. Even now, lying on my bed with my hand shoved down my sweatpants, I pictured it—Morgan’s big, grease-stained hands gripping my hips, his thick cock stretching me open while he growled dirty things against my ear. The fantasy was wrong on so many levels. Jesse and I had been fooling around for months—secret hookups, stolen blowjobs, frantic make-outs whenever his parents were gone. He was my best friend and my… something. Calling him my boyfriend felt too official for what we were doing. But Morgan? Morgan was pure forbidden fantasy. Tall, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper beard, deep voice that made my knees weak. Just thinking about him had me leaking into my boxers. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping me out of it. Jesse’s name lit up the screen. I cursed under my breath and answered, trying to sound very normal. “Hey,” I said, voice a little rough. “Dude, bad news.” Jess

Levi's POV The next few days went by in a haze of guilt and raw, filthy pleasure. Morgan’s “fever” magically improved after that first afternoon, but he still kept me at the house under the excuse of needing help around the place. Every night he fucked me senseless—on the kitchen counter, bent over the couch, even in the shower where he pinned me against the tiles and railed me until I couldn’t stand. He was insatiable, stretching me open with that thick cock night after night, filling me with load after load while whispering how much tighter I was than anyone he’d ever had. I hated how much I loved it. Every time my phone buzzed with a text from Jesse checking in, the guilt hit like a punch to the gut. The way he had said that I was family made everything worse. Family that was currently sneaking around behind his back, letting his stepdad ruin my hole. I was fucked up. I knew that without a doubt. By the time Jesse’s mom returned from Cancun mid-week, I was sore in the best and

Levi’s POV Even as it was happening, I still couldn't believe it was happening. I was completely lost—mind blank, as my body burned, caught between the two men who were never supposed to share me like this, who I was never even meant to want. Morgan’s thick cock hammered into my ass with deep, relentless strokes, stretching me so wide I could barely breathe. Every of his thrust shoved my body forward on the cool metal hood of the Mustang, forcing Jesse’s dick deeper down my throat, the taste of him driving me crazy.I was stuffed full from both ends, drooling and whimpering around Jesse’s length while Morgan’s heavy balls slapped against my ass. My eyes watered as spit drool down the side of my mouth. The smell of the garage heightened everything. The smell of motor oil mixed with sweat and sex. My knees shook threatening to give out, while my hole clenched greedily around Morgan’s girth, and my own cock leaked steadily onto the shiny paint below. “Fuck, look at him,” Jesse groane

Jackson's pov I woke up late and ended up being late to Professor Richard’s class. Monday came faster than I thought it would. I wasn't disappointed though, if anything it was the other way round. I sneaked into the class and sat at the back as Professor Richard explained something about how to manipulate the human brain, which was apparently the only thing I heard all through the entire class. I was so focused on everything and nothing. My thoughts kept going back to how he watched me fuck my fist in his office the previous week. Was I the only one, or does he do the same to the other students? I pushed that thought away because I didn’t really care. The fact he was giving me this much attention was enough. The class went by quickly without my realisation. Every time Professor Richard’s deep voice filled the room, my cock twitched in my jeans. I couldn’t stop picturing his eyes on me, and the way he’d commanded me to stroke faster. By the time class ended, I was half-hard and anx

Leo’s POVFrom the moment Lyra—my twin sister—introduced me to her boyfriend, I knew I was fucked.Ken was a hockey player who was everything I wasn’t supposed to want, apparently. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that easy, confident smile and bright Hazel eyes. Living with Lyra had basically turned into living with Ken too. He was always around cooking in our kitchen, sprawled on our couch or laughing at Lyra’s very terrible jokes. He followed her everywhere except when she went out with her friends. Like tonight.Lyra had left for a sleepover at her best friend’s place, kissing Ken goodbye at the door with a quick “See you soon, babe.” The moment the apartment door clicked shut my heart rate spiked up a little. It was just the two of us.I tried to act normal as I sat on the couch in the living room. Ken had zero shame about clothes, he walked out of the shower a few minutes later with nothing but a blue short hanging low on his hips, water still glistening on his perfectly sculpted ch