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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.

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

“Always.” Erotica 2.

“ Axel, please.” He groaned. “Open your mouth now baby” A trace of stain filled his voice, making him sound more huskier. My mind was so hazy, I obeyed without protest. A second later, he pushed two drenched fingers in my mouth. Making me taste myself and his come inside me. The sweet, tangy taste of arousal flooded my tastebuds. I let out a muffled cry of shock. My skin flushed hot with embarrassment but beneath that was something else—a darker kind of desire, craving for more.

“For I have sinned.” His eyes darkened with lust and something almost like pain. “Yes, you have,” he said, sliding back into my mouth. “And so have I.” He began to thrust gently into my mouth, fucking my face with slow, controlled movements. Saliva dripped down my chin as I sucked him eagerly, lost in the taboo of the act. A priest in his rectory using my mouth like a whore. I was soaked between my thighs. My panties were ruined. My nipples ached against my bra.

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

⚠️ Author’s Note – Mature Content Warning ⚠️ Hey, lovely readers! Just a quick heads-up — this chapter contains explicit sexual scenes that are intense and may not be suitable for all audiences. Please read with caution if you're sensitive to dark, mature themes. Also, I’ll be honest — I'm still learning how to write erotic scenes, so this might not be perfect, but I poured my effort into it and truly hope it delivers the heat and emotion you're craving. 🖤

"And the taboo... the fact that you're my student... only makes it all more delicious." "Yes... yes..." Dirly panted, her hips arching, trembling, "...impossible to resist... I want more... I can't control myself..." He smiled, pulling her by the waist and positioning her on the counter again, sliding his hand inside her panties firmly, provoking, penetrating with his fingers, each touch bolder, each movement more intense. Dirly held the edge of the counter, trembling, arching her back, her moans turning into muffled cries of pleasure and guilt, the taboo making everything even more exciting.

I felt wet between my legs and a little shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the temperature. “You okay, Emma?” Aunt Chloe asked, voice soft but eyes hungry as they moved over my chest. “Yeah,” I managed. “Just the cool air.” She dealt again. I lost. Jake saw the look on my face and suddenly stood, shoved his boxers down, and let his cock spring free. It was long and thick and hard, the head already shiny. My eyes went wide. I had never seen one in real life like that—not this close, not this hard.

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby