Taboo Books Romance Novels & Stories

"I'm going to suck your cock every day, and I want you to cum in my mouth." I helped Mom off the table, and we went back inside the house. She hugged me. She was crying. "That one... that fuck was better than the first one. Is it going to be like this every time?" We were leaving a puddle of rainwater on the floor under us. Through the window, I could see Hank fucking his wife in the rain while his kids fucked next to them. I looked down into my mother's face. "I hope so. Making love to you is impossible to describe: so wrong but so good; taboo but irresistible. That we have to keep it a secret -- well, mostly -- is intoxicating."

The sudden silence was deafening. “A mere aperitif,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on her. He reached into the trunk and pulled out a length of soft, red rope. “Do you want a taste of the main course, Lois? Do you want me to show you how these are really meant to be used?” The question hung in the air, charged and dangerous. It was wrong. It was taboo. It was the most exciting thing she had ever been asked. Her logical mind screamed a protest, but the throbbing between her legs screamed louder. She gave another shaky nod.

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The intimacy was sudden, overwhelming, and absolute. Adrian let out a low, ragged growl from the deep back of his throat. His hands shifted instantly, sliding up her sides, dragging her flush against his chest so tightly there wasn't a breath of air left between them. The heavy friction, the suffocating heat, and the intense proximity made her head spin. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart beneath his tailored suit jacket, before threading through his dark hair, pulling his head back so he had no choice but to look at her.

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.” He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers. “Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.” “I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

Liam whispered back, green eyes dark with lust. Adrian didn’t waste time. He turned Liam around, pressing his chest against the dusty bookshelves. He yanked Liam’s jeans and boxers down just enough, then dropped to his knees right there in the quiet library. His tongue found Liam’s hole, licking broad and wet before pushing inside with hungry strokes. The risk of someone walking by made everything sharper, more intense. Liam bit his arm to stay quiet, legs shaking as Adrian’s tongue worked him open, hot and slippery.

Just the two of us. He didn’t offer me a seat. Instead, he stood close, too close, studying my face. “You said you’ve been having impure thoughts about a priest,” he said softly. “Tell me… what exactly do you imagine him doing to you?” My face burned. My thighs pressed together instinctively. “I… I imagine him kissing me,” I whispered. “Touching me. Taking me in ways that are forbidden.” His breathing had grown heavier. “And does that make you wet, Isabella? Does imagining a man of God fucking you make your innocent little pussy ache?”

The lips of her pussy peeked out from between her thighs—pink, swollen, already glistening. Dominic groaned low in his throat—hand dropping to his lap, palm pressing hard against his erection through the jeans. She turned slightly and saw him touching himself. Didn’t say a word. Just kept reaching higher making the dress lift even more. The bottle slipped. It fell—rolling under the low cabinet beside the stove. Isabella bent to retrieve it. Slowly. Deliberately. Her legs spread just enough—ass high, pussy fully exposed. Pink folds parted slightly, clit swollen and peeking out, wetness shining in the sunlight streaming through the window.

" you don't know why but you're lost, lost in his eyes as if he is staring at your soul. it is like you are in your world with him—you didn't mind about the people entering in or the fact that you two are in one cubicle. but you didn't ignore the turmoil, you were still worried and anxious about being caught. you gritted your teeth. you were so frustrated. your devil side is battling against your angel side. you wished to feel pleasure—you want to feel what it is like to be loved yet you also want to stay the way you are right now. you disliked it. you disliked being so all over him. but you're enjoying it. you're enjoying this challenge he's offering you. one sex won't hurt...right? "fuck y

His gaze finds mine again and then drops to the glass in my hand holding a clear liquid and a lime perched on the side of it. I tilt my head to the side and give him a cocky smile before turning my back to him to face my friend Aurora hoping that it’s enough to entice him to come over. Aurora, who goes by Rory after an ongoing obsession with Gilmore Girls, turns towards me with a tiny glass full of amber-colored liquid. She sinks her teeth into her brightly painted red lip. “Fireball!” She looks at something behind me and gives me a wicked smirk. I know why. Every girl in our graduating class—Raegan’s too for that matter—has a crush on Theo. Everyone except me, of course. I’m immune to his c