Todos los capítulos de MY DARK CRAVINGS: Forbidden Daddies Taboo Story: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Tiara’s POV That weekend at the cabin had altered everything. It had begun as a secret break out, and it was a turning point that neither one of us could change. By the time we were driving home, I felt raw, satisfied and in love with my own stepson more than I ever imagined, having crossed so many emotional, physical and moral boundaries. Love that made my chest hurt every time I would look at him. The house was different at home. Smaller. More dangerous. Every room carried the weight of what we had done and what we still wanted to do. For the first few days we tried to behave "normally". Returned to work at a hospital. Johnson went back to school. In the morning, we chatted about cereal and just acted as if there wasn't any electricity between us. However, each night, after the lights were out, he would creep into my room until the house was silent. We would touch each other, and kiss softly, and whisper filthy things against each other's skin and make love until we were both t

Rivera’s POV His fingers moved with deliberate control, sliding through the slick evidence of how badly I already wanted him. I watched him take his time circling my clit, slow and precise, like he studied every message that I send him, and now he's applying it with care. “You're wet,” Ethan whispered into my ears. “To be known.” I couldn’t deny it. The thrill and the shame got intertwined inside me, causing me my thighs to shake with his hand. Then he kissed me again, deeper this time, and two fingers dug in to me slowly, claiming me. I leaned my head against the leather seat. I couldn't stop letting out a soft, weak moan. “Ethan—” He breathed "Keep saying my name like that, keep saying my name like that! “I’ve been hard every time I read your messages. Every single time. Do you have any idea how many lectures I sat through with your words looping in my head?” He worked me with steady, expert pressure until my hips started rolling against his hand without permission.

Rivera’s POV Ethan guided me away from the cockpit door with a hand at the small of my back. I was a little shaky in my legs. As we made our way, the proof of what we had just done dripped down my inner thighs. There was nothing to be heard in the cabin except our breathing and distant noises coming from the outside of the plane. He took me over to the large leather couch at the back of the jet — the one you'd sit on for longer flights and casual conversation. Now it seemed obscenely alluring. “Sit.” I sat down on the cold leather. It slightly adhered to the back of my thighs. Ethan was standing before me looking. My blouse was only half closed. My pants were twisted when I was wearing them. My hair was a mess. I knew that my lips would swell and that my hips felt considerable from his hands, earlier. He seemed as if he was as undone. His tie was gone. His shirt was crinkled. The careful professor was nowhere in sight. “Lie back.” I did. He knelt on the couch bet

Rivera’s POV CHAPTER 6: Naughty Professor I held him through every tremor, legs locked around his waist, refusing to let him pull away. His weight was gentle, not too heavy; one hand fell on my hair, and moved gently, like it didn't exist. After some time, he eased himself out of me. The thick, plump and warm slide of his release was felt instantly, falling from his dripping pussies onto my leather below us. I did nothing to wipe clean it. He noticed. There was something complicated in his face, like it was possessive, like there's still something left over from what we just did. He raised his self and assisted me to stand. Now that we were not wedged together the cabin was colder. Wetness between my thighs and the damp skin of my chest where my blouse still hung open was cooled by cool air. I pulled the fabric together with my shivering fingers while he retrieved his lost shirt, the muscles of his back working out to shrug into it. Both of us didn't talk for a long peri

Rose POV Richard’s mouth claimed mine again, rougher this time, like the last thread of his control had finally snapped. His hand between my legs pressed harder, rubbing me through the soaked fabric of my underwear until my hips jerked against his palm. I made a helpless sound into the kiss. He swallowed it. “You’ve been walking around for months,” he muttered against my lips, “looking like you needed to be fucked properly. And I’ve had to watch.” His fingers slipped under the waistband and found me bare and wet. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I gasped, head falling back against the wall. The stretch burned in the best way. He curled them immediately, stroking that sensitive spot with ruthless precision. “Richard—” “Quiet.” His voice was low, dark. “I’ve waited long enough. You’re going to take what I give you.” He worked me with those fingers until my thighs trembled and my breath came in short, broken pants. The fire crackled beside us, heat lic