All Chapters of Whispers of Ruin: A Taboo Collection : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Young Pussy 💦🫦“Senator Caldwell, your wife is waiting in the car downstairs,” I gasped, gripping the edge of his mahogany desk.He didn’t slow down.Senator Richard Caldwell had me bent over his private office desk in the Capitol building, my tight pencil skirt shoved up around my waist, lace panties ripped to the side. His thick, powerful cock slammed into me from behind with deep, commanding strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the elegant wood-paneled room.“She can wait,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair while the other gripped my hip, pulling me back onto his cock. “I’ve been thinking about fucking my new intern all day during that damn committee meeting.”I moaned loudly as he drove even deeper, stretching me wide. Senator Caldwell was fifty-one, tall, distinguished, with silver at his temples and the commanding presence that won him two terms. He was married to a well-known socialite, and I was the twenty-two-year-old summer intern who had been assigned to hi

Campaign Trail💦🫦Senator Caldwell’s hand was already between my legs the second the campaign bus door closed behind us.“Finally,” he growled, pushing two thick fingers deep inside me. “I’ve been hard since the last rally thinking about this.”I moaned softly, legs spreading wider in the small private compartment at the back of the bus. The rest of the campaign staff was just a thin door away, laughing and reviewing poll numbers. His wife, Eleanor, was in the front section talking to donors on the phone.“Senator, someone could walk in,” I whispered, but my hips were already rocking against his hand.“Let them,” he said, unzipping his pants. “Let them see what their Senator does with his favorite young intern on the campaign trail.”He pulled me onto his lap and thrust up into me in one deep stroke. I bit his shoulder to stay quiet as he started fucking me hard, the bus rumbling beneath us.“Fuck, this pussy is mine,” he groaned. “I’m supposed to be campaigning for re-election, and

Weekend Wife Away💦🫦The second Claire’s car disappeared down the driveway, Mr. Voss had me pinned against the marble wall in the foyer.“No more waiting,” he growled, shoving my maid uniform up around my waist. “I’ve been hard since breakfast thinking about this.”He ripped my panties to the side and thrust into me in one deep stroke. I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist as he started fucking me hard against the wall.“Fuck, you’re always so wet for me,” he groaned, pounding deep. “My wife isn’t even out of the neighborhood yet and you’re already taking my cock like a good little maid.”The sound of his hips slapping against me filled the quiet penthouse. He fucked me relentlessly, one hand over my mouth, the other squeezing my ass.“Mr. Voss, please, slower,” I whimpered. “What if she comes back?”“She won’t,” he said, spanking me hard. “And even if she did, I wouldn’t stop. I’d let her watch me ruin you in our own home.”He carried me to the living room without pulling out, la

Fucked By My Boss💦🫦“Mr. Kane—your wife is on the phone,” I gasped, gripping the edge of his massive oak desk.He didn’t stop.Mr. Kane had me bent over his executive desk on the top floor of Kane Tower, my tight black pencil skirt shoved up around my waist, lace panties ripped to the side. His thick, powerful cock slammed into me from behind with deep, commanding strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the luxurious corner office.“She can wait,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair while the other gripped my hip, pulling me back onto him. “I’ve been thinking about fucking my personal assistant all morning during that damn conference call.”I moaned loudly as he drove even deeper, stretching me wide. Mr. Kane was forty-three, a self-made billionaire with a body like a Greek god and the commanding presence that built an empire. He was married to a famous actress, and I was the twenty-three-year-old personal assistant who had been working for him for four months.Tonigh

The Breaking Point💦🫦Mr. Kane’s hand was already between my legs the second the last board member left the conference room for the day.“Lock the door,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.I turned the lock with trembling fingers. The second it clicked, he had me bent over the long mahogany conference table, my tight pencil skirt shoved up around my waist.“No panties again?” he growled, running his fingers along my bare, soaked pussy. “You really are my dirty little assistant, aren’t you?”“Yes, Mr. Kane,” I moaned as he pushed two thick fingers inside me. “I wanted you to have easy access during the meeting.”He replaced his fingers with his thick cock in one deep thrust. I gasped, gripping the edge of the table as he started fucking me hard and fast.“Fuck, this pussy is addictive,” he groaned. “I sat through two hours of quarterly reports thinking about bending you over this table.”The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the empty boardroom. He reached around and