All Chapters of TABOO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Who exactly are we waiting for?” I asked my best friend, Sasha, as we stood outside the shopping mart.“My dad,” she responded absentmindedly, scrolling through her phone with a scowl on her face.Sasha and I had been best friends since we were sixteen. We attended the same high school, and somehow, we found ourselves at the same college. That only strengthened our friendship, and we even shared an apartment.She was a nice girl.Too nice for me, considering I liked her father.And I wanted to fuck her father.It all started when I had just turned nineteen. Sasha and I were having a sleepover at her house, and sometime after midnight, I slipped out of her room to get us both a bottle of water.That was when I saw Mr. Emerson shirtless.For a second, I died right there on the spot.He was the sexiest man I had ever seen.I knew I shouldn’t want my best friend’s father, but I couldn’t help myself. Whenever Sasha wasn’t looking, I found myself staring at her father in ways I definitely

Carl watched me through hooded dark gray eyes, his gaze roaming over my body as I moved closer. The hunger in his expression made me even wetter. He liked what he was seeing. I stopped directly in front of him and looked up. I wanted to touch him. God, I wanted to. But I knew how this worked. I couldn’t touch him until he gave me permission. “Can I have your cock in my mouth and my cunt, Daddy?” Carl ran his fingers through my hair. “You have to earn it first, baby girl.” A shiver ran through me. “Undress me.” I immediately reached for the drawstring of his sweatpants and loosened it. Then I pulled them down his muscular thighs and all the way to his ankles. Carl stepped out of them. His long, thick cock was suddenly right in front of my face, and every filthy thought I’d ever had about this man came rushing back at once. “Daddy, please let me have your cock,” I begged, staring up at him. “Work for it, baby girl,” he nearly growled. I was horny. Needy. And completel

I felt Carl’s hands on my body, sliding slowly up my sides before cupping my breasts. He kneaded and squeezed them, feeling their weight in his palms. I heard movement beneath me, and it took me a second to realize he was sitting up. His fingers suddenly gripped my cheek, and then his mouth crashed against mine. I moaned into the kiss. It was intense. Possessive. Tender and domineering all at once. With his left hand roaming over my already sweaty body, Carl cupped my chin with his right as he kissed me. His tongue slipped into my mouth, tasting and teasing mine as our lips moved together. My palms moved over his shoulders, down his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingertips. God, I'd wanted this. Being blindfolded made touching him feel completely different. I couldn't see where my hands were going, so I explored him slowly, learning his body by touch. Carl groaned against my mouth. His hand slipped between my legs, and I felt the hard length of his cock rubbing ag

Was Jude thinking about what I looked like naked and then sketching it on paper?He rubbed the back of his neck and avoided my gaze.“Hey, Jude.”“Hi, Kylie. What’s up?”He was trying very hard not to stutter.“Nothing, really. Sorry I just barged in. I guess you were pretty busy.” I gestured toward the sketch he’d hurriedly hidden beneath his pillow.Jude laughed nervously.“No. Of course not.” He shifted slightly on the bed. “Do you need something?”For a brief moment, his eyes traveled down my body.I was wearing a yellow tank top and mid-thigh denim shorts. Nothing particularly special.Yet Jude stared.Only for a second.Then he cleared his throat and looked away.Interesting.“I was wondering if you’d like to come with me to a party this weekend. I mean, you don’t have to, but my mom and your dad thought it’d be nice if you came with me. You know, just to make sure I don’t get drunk off my ass and start kissing random strangers.”Jude stared at me.“They said that?”“Well, the p

The gasp from the crowd that followed was almost deafening. But that didn’t stop Jude from putting my piece-of-shit boyfriend in his place. His fist slammed into Peter’s face again. And again. By the time people finally managed to pull Jude off him, Peter was on the floor, bleeding and bruised. “Jude!” I grabbed his wrist and dragged him away before he could go after Peter again. Peter was barely moving on the floor, people already crowding around him, but I didn’t bother looking back. I just pulled Jude through the crowd and out of the party. “You didn’t have to do that,” I said as we walked toward his car. “He had no right to talk to you like that.” Jude wiped Peter’s blood from his knuckles against his jeans. I stared at him for a second. I’d never seen this side of Jude before. The quiet, shy guy who spent most of his time locked away in his bedroom drawing had just beaten the shit out of my boyfriend because he’d insulted me. And I probably shouldn’t have liked that