Little Innocent Taboo Novels & Stories

ELLA POV “Fuck… I’m fucking close," My voice came out shaky. I lifted my hips, pushing myself against his mouth while my fingers tightened in his hair. His tongue flicked faster over the sensitive spot and a sharp gasp escaped me. My hands slid over the table as my body trembled. “Your fucking juice is all over my mouth. I knew you could come back-to-back on Deadly’s cock,” he murmured. His fingers moved between my legs again, rubbing slow circles over my clit. A soft moan slipped out of me while my thighs quivered.

I said "Roselle it will be old news in a week just it's going to take a while to get past this but I know you can" Richelle replied while hugging me. One week later It has still been the talk of the school "You still going to say it's old news?" I ask Richelle, as everyone looks at me whispers surrounding me everywhere 'Oh my god I can't believe he cheated on her' 'Well look at her Victoria would be better under a dress'

Swinging her legs softly. Penn raised his brow and laid his arm on the desk. "Play? Oh, so you're kinky? I do love those types of women." Lia frowned once again before she heard a slam making the class quiet and Mr.Clark stopping his lesson. "Seriously Penn? Leave the child alone and fuck off." Lia's eyes widened as she heard the bad word. Penn glares at the girl before getting up and getting back to his seat. Lia felt saddened as she thought she did something wrong.

“You can’t, can you? You want me. I know that look.” He scoffed, eyes on my collarbone. “Do you, now. You’re a fucking kid—.” The sheer gall of him to use that taboo word. “AM I?” I backed away, switching tactics. “Then dress me up like you used to.” I tucked my hands behind my bum to push my breasts even forward. They aren’t the biggest, but the guys couldn’t stop staring, so I’m confident that they are enticing enough. “Am…” He warned, his voice hoarse with restraint.

I buried my face against his shoulder as pleasure crested sharp and overwhelming. He followed with a low, steady groan, holding me firmly through it. Afterward, we didn’t rush apart. He stayed. Tracing idle patterns along my back. “You’re thinking,” he said. “I am.” “Regretting?” “No.” I turned my head to look at him. “That’s the inconvenient part.” He smiled slightly. “I told you. Not casual.” Here’s the truth: It wasn’t taboo in the scandalous sense. It was taboo because it was intentional.

“Never tempt me like that again.” If he thought his little display of stoic restraint was going to make me retreat into a corner and play the quiet, obedient stepson, he had severely miscalculated. If Vincent wanted to pretend I didn't affect him, fine. I was going to force him to watch exactly what he was throwing away. So, when a guy I’d been casually messaging on a dating app—a smooth-talking, mid-twenties architect named Julian—asked me out for drinks, I said yes.

Laksh's POV: What the fuck i s wrong with m e??? Why...? Why I did that...? Fuck...!! I also dont know...!! Her those Innocent eyes, her those Innocent gaze, her all those Innocent act.....all those made m e captive o f her. M y all fuse were got blast when I saw her i n that dress... Fuck...!! Her those sexy curves, and her Innocent smile, has made m e so fucking turned onn.

Nolan pulled out his phone. "You're lucky she likes you." Tabby huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "I am." "Put a girl out of her misery and tell me if you've at least brought up the topic?" Tabby huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't make her break out her little black book." Theodore thumbed at Tabby. "She's persistent." Nolan sighed. "Does it count if I was drunk?" Tabby gasped and clapped her hands while Theodore chuckled.

Not this particular act. "It’s... it’s taboo. It’s forbidden. They’re step-family, and they're… they're doing that?” I asked, pointing a finger in the direction of the inner studio. “I can't watch it anymore. I can't, I'm sorry. You can give me other punishments for me coming into your studio. I could wash, clean, do anything. Take my phones. But not that. I can't keep watching that taboo..." I rasped, the words falling free from my mouth. He didn't respond—not yet. He moved, walking slowly toward me, his presence filling the room, making me smaller than I already was. He didn't look angry, but still… he was every inch intimidating.

My chest heaved as I just stood there, trapped under the weight of his gaze. "Face the wall, Willow," he commanded, his bass voice cutting through my panic like a knife. "Raise your dress and shoot out your ass." The blunt, dominant order sent a violent jolt straight to my core. My clit clenched in a tight, throbbing spasm, and a fresh, heavy wave of heat dripped down my thighs. The sheer shamelessness of what he was asking made my face burn, but my body didn't even hesitate to obey.