Forbidden Fruit Book Novels & Stories

Wh-what did he mean by that? Why did this ominous feeling rise in my gut after hearing those words? "I'm going to spank your cunt for being so naughty, craving a forbidden dick. It deserves some punishment, don't you think?" He asked me, a puckish smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth. Oh god! After so many aeons of waiting, my cunt still couldn't snag that gorgeous dick? Ah, I was getting discouraged. Depressed even. Yet my pussy, a wonderful betrayal throbbed, seeming ready for anything as long as it involved my hot stepdaddy.

Fucking her would mean I need to have her forever. It’s funny, isn’t it? The big bad mafia lord fawning over a piece of pussy. And the pussy also belongs to the one person that I should hate. The people that I have been trained to hate all my life. But isn’t that the most exciting thing in the world? Forbidden fruits have never tasted any better. Eve knew that when she fucking ate the apple. I dragged my eyes back to her body, her eyes were on me, fixed on my cock, the hunger blatant in her eyes. Does she know that I know who she is?

The bad boy with a soft heart, the sort of trap a girl knowingly jumped into. Stop it, linda told herself and began kneading the dough to get out her frustration. They had barely said two words to each other, not nearly enough to begin crushing; especially when all she knew about him was that the one person she hoped to call a friend hated him. "Linda, Linda!" She was shocked out of her thoughts by the four-year-old now attached to her leg. Linda looked at the dough. She had kneaded it far more than necessary and more than enough to let her sister play with the now soft putty.

My hole kept twitching and clenching around nothing, aching to be filled again. I felt desperate and empty. God, I’m addicted to my best friend’s father’s dick. How did I get here yet I couldn't stop myself as I squeezed my eyes shut, remembering how deep he had buried his tongue in me earlier while stroking my cock. The wet, obscene sounds. The way he would call me his greedy little slut. My hand slipped down toward my aching erection before I caught myself. “No touching,” I whispered to myself, curling my fingers into a fist. Those were Marcus’s orders from the kitchen earlier. ‘No cumming until I say so.’

He took them both out of my hands before I could argue, still staring at me, clearly not convinced. We left campus in his car. The drive home was completely silent. No music, no small talk, nothing. Just the low hum of the engine and the click of the turn signal. I kept my eyes on the window, watching the city blur past, but every few minutes I could feel him glance over at me. The guilt settled deeper with every mile, heavy and cold. Sex with my elder brother. Fuck. That was worse than anything else I’d ever done. It is sinful.

It was an old book consisting the all history of the place decade after decade but now, it didn’t have recent revision since the owner of the book is said to past away a long time. “Y-Yes. We have,” Seta answered and Dawn flash a little smirk in her lips. She knows that maybe that book can answer the mystery in the prohibited forest. She knows it is not prohibited for nothing, there is something that people called it prohibited not because of the monstrous creature. Something that dangerous than them.

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A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

I accidentally stepped on one, and it rolled away, almost causing me to stumble if Silas hadn't caught me. One of my hands gripped his nape, and the other was on his arm. His body was wet, and when he pulled me to prevent me from falling, my chest pressed against his. His strong arm encircled my small waist. I also felt his breath on my neck. He cursed and let me go, seemingly surprised by our bodies touching.

Not for those who kept thinking of the Devil with their knees pressed to holy stone and their lips parted in silent, shame-drenched longing. She thought of him again the next night. And the next. Even when she didn’t return to the chapel, she carried the weight of his presence in her chest like a smoldering coal she couldn’t spit out. His voice curled around her spine in the silence. His touch, that single, featherlight graze—haunted her like a sacrament gone rotten. She tried fasting. More prayer. Confession. But what was she supposed to confess? That she wanted to know what his mouth would feel like? That she wasn’t sure if she feared damnation… or desired it?