All Chapters of TABOO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Dr. Hawthorne guided his cock into my open mouth. Slowly at first. Then deeper. My lips stretched around his thick length as he pushed farther in, and I felt him reach the back of my throat. He was huge. Hard. And from the groan that left him, he liked the feeling of my mouth around him just as much as I liked hearing him lose some of that maddening control. “Fuck.” His hands found my bare breasts. He cupped them, squeezing the soft flesh while his hips began to move. At first, he gave me time to adjust to the rhythm. Then he started fucking my mouth. His cock slid over my tongue, deeper with every thrust before withdrawing enough to let me breathe through my nose. “Fuck, your mouth feels good.” His thumbs dragged over my nipples before he squeezed my breasts again. “So fucking tight.” I moaned around him. The vibration made his hips jerk. “Shit.” He pushed deep again, held himself there for a moment, then pulled back. “Come on, baby. Touch your

“For a start, why don’t we talk about how you’re feeling right now, Mr. Osborne?”Paula stared at me expectantly.I remained where I was, my back pressed against the couch, and stared right back.Paula was my therapist.I’d been seeing her for almost two months now, and fuck me, she was gorgeous.Those blue fuck-me eyes. Those full lips she always painted red. That beautiful oval-shaped face.My gaze drifted lower.Her white dress shirt clung to her body, giving me a generous view of her full breasts beneath it. I’d spent more time than I cared to admit wondering what they looked like underneath her clothes. What they’d feel like filling my hands.Today, she’d paired the shirt with a fitted black skirt that fell past her knees. She sat across from me with one leg crossed over the other, waiting patiently for an answer I still hadn’t given her.I knew I made her uncomfortable sometimes.I also had a suspicion she was attracted to me.Whether that was true or simply something I wanted t

Paula slowly lowered her legs from the arms of the chair. Her eyes dropped immediately. Then her mouth fell open. “Oh my God.” She stared at my cock. “Fuck, you’re so big.” The praise went straight to my fucking head. She slipped from the chair and lowered herself onto her knees in front of me. Her hand wrapped around my cock. Slowly, she stroked me from base to tip. Once. Twice. I watched her hand move over me while she stared up at me. “Fuck,” she whispered. “I can’t wait to feel this inside me.” Her grip tightened slightly. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk properly for two days. I want to stay home afterward thinking about how good your cock felt.” I smirked. “Then be a good girl and put it in your mouth.” She obeyed. Paula started with the tip, dragging her tongue slowly across it while keeping her eyes fixed on mine. One hand remained wrapped around my shaft. The other settled against my hip. She stroked me whil

I stared at the time at the top of my phone. I’d been sitting in the coffee shop not too far from the airport for almost thirty minutes, and still, no one had come to pick me up. Great. My mother had recently gotten remarried, about eighteen months after she and my father divorced. The divorce itself had been ugly. They’d spent months arguing over everything, including who would get custody of me. At the time, I’d thought the whole thing was ridiculous. Instead of spending all that money fighting each other in court, why not ask the daughter they were fighting over where she wanted to live? Apparently, that would have been too easy. Mom eventually won, but I didn’t want to uproot my entire life during my final year of high school. After enough arguing and pleading, she agreed to let me stay with Dad until I graduated. I’d graduated. I was eighteen now, which meant nobody could technically decide where I lived anymore. But I’d made a deal with Mom. Once high school was over, I

I ran into my bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it behind me.My heart pounded against my chest.What the hell had I done?Where had my decency gone? How could I stand there watching my stepfather masturbate—and actually get wet from it?Speaking of wet, my panties were still damp.I quickly stripped and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Warm water poured over me as I stood beneath the showerhead, hoping it would somehow wash away what had just happened.It didn’t.I couldn’t stop thinking about him.His naked body stretched across the bed.His hand moving over his thick cock. The deep moans and groans that had made my entire body react.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the images out of my head, but that only made them clearer. My hands wandered over my body as I remembered the way Killian had stroked himself, the rough groans he’d made as he’d gotten closer.My nipples hardened.Heat gathered between my legs all over again.I slid my hand down my stomach and be