Lahat ng Kabanata ng Taboo Runs Wild: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

~~Arlene~~ I can’t begin to wrap my head around the mess I’ve made of my marriage if Dylan ever finds out I fucked Roland. His own brother. The guilt twists like a knife in my chest, but yesterday’s raw, electric heat still lingers, my body betraying me with a pulsing ache for Roland again. My pussy throbs, craving that fullness, that wrecking pleasure he gave me, filling the void Dylan’s neglected. After Britney was born, Dylan barely touched me—it took years before we fucked again, and that’s how Lily came to be. Now, he’s back to ignoring my needs, leaving me starving, my toys no match for the fire burning inside me. Roland, though—he doused it, claimed it, and now my body’s hooked. Is Roland staying longer? The thought makes my brain and body clash, one screaming to stop, the other begging for more. “So, you’re sticking around longer, right?” Dylan asks Roland across the dining table, casual as he sips his coffee, oblivious to the tension crackling between us

~~Micheal~~ I’m standing at the altar, delivering the homily, but my eyes keep betraying me, darting to her—the new girl sitting in the front pew, innocent as sin itself. Who is she? Perched there like she owns the place, her presence a quiet storm pulling at every nerve in my body. Her skin glows under the soft light filtering through the stained glass, smooth and golden, like she’s carved from some divine temptation meant to unravel me. I grip the lectern, forcing the words of the Gospel out, but they feel hollow, my voice steady only by a miracle. If I had an ounce less control, I’d be stuttering, tripping over every syllable, my mind clouded with thoughts no priest should entertain. It’s not like I haven’t fucked before—plenty, in secret, when the weight of this collar gets too heavy. But this girl, this blonde, she’s different. She snags every shred of my attention, her deep brown eyes locking onto mine during mass like she knows the filth running through my hea

Micheal. If she didn’t want this, she’d have stopped me by now, but she doesn’t. Rainbow’s hands grip the counter’s edge so tight her knuckles are white, like she’s holding on for dear life, her toes curled against the base, body trembling under my touch. Her breaths come shaky, sharp, her chest heaving, those perfect tits rising and falling through her thin singlet, nipples hard and begging. Every shudder pulls me deeper into this sin, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans, screaming to ruin her. “Don’t lose your breath on me, Rain,” I murmur, lowering my lips to the side of her neck, grazing the soft skin with a slow kiss that makes her gasp. Her eyes snap open, heat flooding her face, those deep brown eyes wide with a mix of shock and want. “You’re breathing so hard… has no one ever touched you before?” I ask, my palm flat against her stomach, feeling the quiver of her muscles under my hand. She nods, quick and frantic, like she’s afraid to speak. “Use you

Micheal. I stroke my cock slow between her ass cheeks, the slick heat of her skin and my cum from earlier making it glide easy. Her head’s buried deep in the couch cushions, face down, ass up, that perfect curve arched for me like an offering. My free hand trails up her spine, fingers digging in, pinning her still as I lean over her back, my chest pressing hot against her sweat-slick skin. The friction builds, my cock throbbing harder, and I rub rough, teasing her crack before sliding down to her dripping pussy. I line up and push in completely, her wetness swallowing me whole, no resistance—just pure, tight heaven. “Fuck, baby… shit,” I groan into the back of her head, my lips brushing her hair as I thrust gentle at first, savoring the way her walls flutter around me, still pulsing from her last orgasm. She whimpers beneath me, muffled into the couch, her body trembling with every slow drag. “Michael… ahhh,” she moans, voice smothered but needy, her ass pushing

Lila. My pussy throbbed the instant Eunice my best friend flashed her fiancé’s photos on her phone, his chiseled jaw and piercing eyes staring back like a promise. She gushed endlessly—how handsome he was, the way his broad shoulders filled a suit, his deep voice commanding attention. But when she delved into their sex life, describing his thick cock stretching her, pounding deep until she screamed, my core ignited. Heat flooded between my thighs, my clit swelling, pulsing with every filthy detail she spilled. I shifted on the couch, thighs clenching, but it wasn’t enough. My pussy clenched empty, aching, slickness soaking my panties as she painted vivid scenes of him pinning her down, thrusting relentless, filling her completely. I couldn’t hold back. My hand slipped under my skirt, fingers diving into my drenched folds, circling my throbbing clit in frantic strokes. She kept talking—his stamina, how he made her cum multiple times, his cum dripping from her—an