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he ordered, irritated that she left him hard and aching and there was nothing he could do about it. Even jacking off was a crime now. Nothing that might encourage or lead to sex was permitted, as the country simply couldn't handle the burden of more children. “You’re a dirty, little cock tease who will always have a horny pussy. Why aren't you like the normal girls who control themselves?" he snarled.

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.

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

"You are going to take Julia out, are you not?" I nod reluctantly. "Yes, Madam." "Good boy," she says crisply, unlocking the cage from my aching cock. "No condoms tonight. I want Julia to feel every bare inch of you sliding inside her." "Yes, Madam," I reply, and she gives me that knowing smile again.

Note this a taboo/Forbidden Romance I have a confession to make. There has only ever been one man I wanted: Logan Lawman. Completely off-limits and twenty-five years my senior Logan. He is a walking demigod, with his broad shoulders and deep voice that makes my toes curl. Oh, and he’s also my Dad’s best buddy. To say that I’m screwed would be an understatement.

“Out loud. Starting from the section you stole.” Lila’s hands trembled as she took the pages. Her voice was barely above a whisper at first, but Kane’s sharp look made her speak louder. The words were explicit—far more explicit than anything she had submitted for class. In her panic and exhaustion, she had accidentally included passages from a secret erotic story she had been writing for herself… about him. “‘Professor Kane’s strong hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide across his desk as he looked at my dripping pussy with hungry eyes…’” Her voice cracked.

Climbing onto the bed, I kicked the duvet aside and spread my legs wide, then grabbed my earphones and hit play on my favorite audiobook. “Hello… Daddy.” I activated the audio play. The low, velvet voice filled my ears instantly. “Mmm, Laila… you came back, baby. My naughty little slut. Close your eyes for me and spread those pretty legs wide and let your fingers slide down between your thighs. I want you to feel how wet you already are just from hearing my voice.” I obeyed without hesitation, kicking the sheets aside and parting my legs shamelessly on the bed. My fingers tremble slightly with excitement as they trail down my stomach and settle between my cherry folds.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

This wrenching feeling needs a solid liqueur to wash it away. I’m taking a step away from my cage life, a straight A student with outstanding qualities here in the bar, waiting to get some in between her legs. To my parents I’m the docile daughter they want, to my teachers I’m the perfect student, to neighbors I’m the good girl, but to myself... I’m a vixen whose legs open for anything or anyone available. Sex is something that I enjoy a lot. I can already feel myself getting excited seeing the people in front of me. Who won’t?

Yet, I found that hard to believe. Electric shocks of pleasure raced through my body. My pussy clamped down hard against my fingers, and I bit my lip hard to swallow a loud moan. I sighed in hot anticipation as I rubbed my swollen, aching clit. Every single flick was agonizingly sweet, a forbidden taboo I knew I should never cross. The warning line was glaring and bright, but I refused to stay on the safe side, especially not after seeing what waited for me in the dark. I rubbed my wet, aching hole as I clicked on another video. This one showed Kaleb at a massive house party, but it was no ordinary gathering—it was a wild sex party.