Taboo Gay Erotica Novels & Stories

He pulled out a lube and condoms; the latter he tossed on the bedside table as he squirt some lube on his palm. The cool feel of the lube felt good against Jace’s throbbing hole as Jace slid a finger in, gently massaging his hole before adding another finger. Jace moaned loudly as he felt filled by Toussaint’s thick fingers in him, but Toussaint captured his lips at once, causing him to moan his ecstasy into his mouth. Jace broke the kiss in a desperate effort as he roughly pulled Toussaint, eyes pleading “Fuck me.” Toussaint understood instantly and he gently guided his back to the bed, setting pillows under his waist to prop him up.

’ he asked, his breath warm against my ear, lips close enough that I shivered, his hands starting to move, soaping up a washcloth with slow, deliberate motions. I nodded, leaning into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back, steady but quickening, and the hard length of his cock pressing firmer against my ass now, trapped between us in the water. ‘Mmm, yeah, Daddy. It feels nice having you here like this.’ My words were honest, laced with the desire bubbling up, and I arched my back just a little, grinding subtly against him, testing, my mind screaming with how wrong but how good it felt, the taboo of it making everything dirtier, hotter.

His lips found the sensitive skin of my neck, sucking a mark right below my ear. “No one has to know,,” he whispered into my ear, his voice a low, vibrating sin. “Just a secret. Just once. I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely breathe.” He traced his tongue up to my earlobe, licking it slowly. I shivered, my head falling back. “Eva doesn’t have a single sex bone in her body,” he muttered, his hands sliding down to my waist. “She’s all career and wedding plans. She doesn’t look at me the way you do. She doesn’t make me feel like this.”

“I told you to be quiet.” I heard him move, the familiar slide of the toy box being dragged out from under the bed. Clinton had gifted it to me on my last birthday — every filthy toy a girl like me could need. Floggers, paddles, plugs, vibrators, blindfolds, ropes, lubricants… Something cool and wet drizzled over my sore ass and between my cheeks. Pedro’s thick fingers rubbed the lotion into my anus, pressing one digit inside, then two, stretching me open.

“Please fuck me deep and slow at first, Daddy. I surrender completely to you. I need your cock more than I need my old life. Ruin me one last time before your son comes home.” He started thrusting with long, powerful strokes. The sex felt intense and full of real emotion. Every movement made me feel claimed in the deepest way. “You are my dirty little secret,” he groaned while holding me close. “My son’s ex-girlfriend begging for her stepfather’s cock. Does knowing how wrong this is make you wetter?” I dug my nails into his back and cried out. “Yes, it does, Daddy. It makes me so wet. Please do not stop. I need this taboo relationship. I am addicted to the way you make me feel.”

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“I… I can’t really stand right now.” Kai’s dark eyes dragged over her naked body, the obvious wetness between her thighs. His jaw tightened for a brief second. “You were warned beforehand,” he muttered dryly. Without another glance, he turned and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him. Lila sat in silence, heart hammering. 'Holy shit! Kai Lennox just… ' She pressed the towel between her legs, still pulsing as guilt crashed into her. The famous Kai?? The man she wrote endless filthy scenes about just made her cum harder than she ever thought possible and even acting like nothing happened?

He whispers, digging his fingers into my hips. "You are so big daddy." I whisper, gripping the edge of the desk. Gavin pulls out of me just as slowly, almost pulling all the way out. He pauses for just a second, and without warning he slams himself deep inside me. Gavin starts pounding in and out of me, slamming me into the desk. I moan and Gavin slams into me harder. “Do you like that baby?” He asks, as he slams me into the desk repeatedly. “Oh God, yes.” I moan, pushing myself back to meet his thrusts.

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The taboo makes it so much hotter, I love how wrong it feels and how good he makes me cum. Xane pounds me faster, his balls slapping against my clit. I am dripping down my thighs, my juices coating his thick cock, my breasts bounce wildly beneath me as he fucks me faster. We are so lost in pleasure that we don’t hear the bedroom door open. “Yo Xane, you got a phone charger I can — holy fuck.”