Forbidden Taboos : Steamy dark stories
The door was cracked open—just enough.
She heard it before she saw: ragged breathing, the wet slide of skin on skin, a low, choked groan.
Lily froze. Then leaned closer.
Mark sat on the edge of the unmade bed, back to the door, pants shoved down to his thighs. His cock was in his fist—thick, flushed, veins standing out along the shaft. On the phone screen in his other hand: her photos. Dozens of them. Bikini selfies from last summer, pool party candids, one she’d posted on I*******m in a cropped tank and shorts. He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, thumb circling the head on every upstroke, hips lifting slightly into his grip.