Forbidden Fantasy Free Read Novels & Stories

The pleasure was overwhelming, and she found herself wishing it was the nanny beneath him instead. Lost in his fantasies, Luke thrust faster, his balls slapping against Anastasia’s ass. His orgasm built rapidly, the thought of claiming the nanny pushing him to the edge. With a roar, Luke buried himself balls-deep inside Anastasia and came. His seed spilled into her, leaking out around his cock as he collapsed on top of her, panting. Anastasia lay beneath him, spent and exhausted. She knew this wouldn’t be the last time Luke came to satisfy his lust. As long as those forbidden desires festered inside him, she would be his willing outlet.

Gasps, laughter, “That’s so hot, how do you even write that without combusting?” Then Sofia volunteered to read hers. She cleared her throat. “Okay… this one’s new. It’s… intense.” She started soft. A woman alone in her apartment, thinking about the man she shouldn’t want. Fingers trailing down her stomach, circling her clit while she imagines his mouth on her. The room went quiet. Sofia’s voice dropped lower, huskier as she described the fantasy man pinning her wrists, spreading her thighs, licking slow circles until she begged.

While I wanted to hold myself back and push her off because this was highly forbidden, my wolf wouldn’t let me. I ran my nose down the length of her neck before sinking my fangs into them, marking her before I could even think about it. A painful and pleasure-filled moan left her throat. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be doing this, I was forcing myself to stop but it seemed an unstoppable, invisible force was manipulating me.

Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective. Falling in love with five people at the same time was tedious. All five falling in love with one girl was like a fairytale. To prevent from heartaches and heart breaks, this reverse harem was hence deemed Forbidden. The Forbidden Reverse Harem shall not continue.

I pictured him bending me over that same kitchen counter, calling me his dirty little stepsister while he fucked me even harder than he’d fucked her. The fantasy pushed me over the edge fast. My thighs trembled as I came hard, biting down on my fist to muffle my moan, my pussy pulsing against my fingers. I slid down the door, breathing ragged, fingers still tucked between my legs. This was going to be a very long two weeks.

I pulled the curtains tight, ensuring not a single crack of light could enter. Finally, I dragged my heavy quilted blankets off the bed, wrapped myself tightly inside them, and sank down onto the wooden floorboards. I closed my eyes, my breathing growing heavy as the oppressive heat coiled tighter in my lower abdomen. My hands trembled as I slid them down beneath my trousers, my fingers slick with the clear, desperate sweat my body produced against my will. I needed a distraction to break the fever. An image flashed into my head. Alpha Aaron Vanner. The ruthless, dark-haired leader of the Frost Dream pack. The man who looked at everyone with absolute coldness, whose presence alone made full-

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in

I am too captivated by her eyes that all I want to do is claim her. She is already half-naked. I cannot stop myself from doing these things to her. Just the complete sight of her mound makes me desire more things... I am too irresponsible, too reckless, but I cannot restrain this wolf inside me from wanting her. - Clary's POV - Alpha removed my upper clothes, leaving my upper body exposed to his sight. When he stopped kissing my breast, I slightly covered my body using my arms... too ashamed of how I must look in front of his eyes now.