บททั้งหมดของ Dirty Little Sinner: Taboo Chronicles.: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Jane Thompson was the girl who nailed every test, the biggest school nerd who preferred books over real human interaction. Her life was a carefully organised routine: read, school, homework read, read, read till her eyes hurt, then sleep. Till one day, her mother got remarried and everything changedThere wasn’t much to say about Jeremy, he was a popular biker, terrifically hot, handsome and rebellious. Literally every girl wanted him. He was Jane’s hot biker stepbrother.The moving day was stressful, boxes everywhere, chaotic, a Monday, the worst.“You must be my new sis. Jane, right? Heard you’re some kind of nerd genius or something.” He extended a hand, his smirk revealing a dimple that made her stomach twist.“Hi,” she mumbled, pulling back as if she’d been burned. She busied herself with a stack of plates, but she could still feel his gaze lingering.“You probably already know my name,”“Yeah I do.”Dinner that night was awkward and tense, not for the parents though, they seemed

He added a second finger, stretching her, curling them just right, right enough to make her squirm so fucking good but it just hurt that she couldn’t do it loud.“Look at you,” he whispered, voice pure sin. “Taking my fingers like a good girl while Mommy and Daddy sit far beside us.”“Fuck.” She cursed at the way his words got to her more than she wanted it to and how steady his fingers thrusted inside her sweet spot.“You like being bad, don’t you?”She didn’t answer, she couldn’t. Only nodded frantically,“Fucking your stepbrothers fingers while you try not to get caught.”“Yes...,” the word spilled out breathy and needy before she could stop it. Almost like her tongue was no longer her own.Her thighs trembled as he pumped faster. Her juice coated his fingers, dripping down to his palm. Every thrust made a sloppy, wet sound that made her pussy clench harder.Jane slipped her hand down between her legs, not to pull or push him away, but to guide, to chase everything he gave her. Her

It wasn’t love, it wasn’t affection, it wasn’t longing or want either. It couldn’t be. It was just this raw, constant, gnawing ache that nagged between my legs and never died. Not yet anyway. Maybe it could? Would? If only he could give me a fraction of his attention. Just a tiny bit? Even if it was just for a day or two. Maybe the ache would lessen? Maybe I wouldn’t feel the constant need to be pumped everywhere in between. I was good at my job. Great, actually. But every morning, I sat at my glass desk outside his corner office and pretended I wasn’t soaked through my lace panties every time he greeted me in that low, bored, cold tone. Like he couldn’t care less about my existence. Three months in, and I still couldn’t help it. Every time he towered over me to demand something he should, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the visible print behind the zipper of his trousers. The bulge was not hidden. It was huge, like it was struggling to be packed neatly but not quite fitted. My gaz

I was biting back the urge to bounce on him, to beg him to let me taste it. It was torture, watching him touch himself like that, watching him stroke his huge cock like that and not being able to touch it, to taste it. The way his brows furrowed and his mouth parted slightly from what he was doing to himself had my clit throbbing with need.That cock belonged in my mouth.“Please...” I sobbed.“Look at you,” he murmured, voice filthy and deep. “Salivating for your boss’s cock like the needy whore you are.”I bit back a moan, unsure of how long I could keep up.“Fuck,” he groaned, fucking his hand faster. “Poor thing, the way you’re staring, I can make you watch all day.”I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want me to.All I could see was the motion of his hands, the friction and the way huge his sacs moved together with his huge cock.I swallowed hard, sobbing, eyes dark and hungry.He was punishing me and I hated it. Hated seeing something I couldn’t have, yet.“You want my cock bad, don’t

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, gripping her wrist off the hem of her shirt to stop her from doing whatever the hell she wanted to do.“Me? I’m just returning your hoodie like you asked me to?” She said, feigning complete ignorance again.“I know that, but you can’t just go bare in front of me.” My tone snapped out, high-pitched and infuriated.“Why? Aren’t we both girls? Or is there something you’re scared of?”“Scared of? I just don’t think I’m ready to see you naked in front of me, weirdo.”“Well if you aren’t ready to see me ‘naked,’ then please take your hands off my very ‘naked’ abs.”“Shit!” I pulled my hands off instantly. She laughed, really pleased with the herself. I had no idea that my hands were still in her shirt, flat on her stomach.“Why won’t you just let me go?”“Because you’re adorable.” She shrugged with her corny tone.“Please.” I scuffed.I lunged forward again to push her away, but she pushed me back down, pinning my hands above my head, her stomac