Semua Bab Fifty Shades Of Taboo: Bab 31 - Bab 40

AUTHOR’S POV The whole thing started about a month ago, when Zoe found Lucas sitting alone on his front steps at 2AM, staring at his phone with an expression that made her stop mid-stride. She’d been coming back from her boyfriend, Ryan’s place, still flushed, her breasts visible from the top of her unbuttoned blouse. Her lips looked warm and faintly swollen with a tenderness that made it obvious she’d been out banging all night. That was when she saw him—her quiet neighbour. The one who waved from the driveway every morning but never lingered. The one who kept to himself and seemed never to have anyone over aside from his family. She couldn’t help but wonder why he was suddenly outside all by himself this early in the morning—something she wouldn’t see him doing on a regular day. Something was definitely wrong because from the way he greeted her, it was obvious he hadn’t slept all night. He yawned as he did and didn’t so much as spare her a glance, unlike before. “You okay?

Lucas' lips parted, and Ryan fed his cock inside, slow and deliberate as he watched Lucas’ eyes roll back as he took it. The heat of his mouth was different from Zoe’s. It was wetter, sloppier, with the scrape of stubble and the desperate rhythm of a man learning something new. This was Lucas’s first time tasting another man’s cock, and he had to admit it felt more than great. It felt just right. He loved everything about it: the warmth filling his mouth, the solid weight of it, how it pulsed inside him like something alive, the salty tang from the precum that bloomed across his taste buds. He loved it all! And it made him suck Ryan even harder with a hunger he didn’t know he had inside him. “Fuck yeah!” Ryan groaned, his hips starting to thrust steadily. “Just like that. Take that dick like the good little cocksucker that you are. Fuck, look at those lips stretched around me, sucking like your life depends on it. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be our personal fucktoy

GABRIEL“Would you like to join us?” He asked with a coy smile.I opened my mouth. Closed it. Blink once, twice, several times as I tried to process the question. Ethan didn’t wait for me to answer. He turned and walked back down the hall, giving me a full view of his perfect little ass swaying with every step.I sat there for a long moment, my heart pounding, the sound of the TV dissolving into a distant hum. I didn’t think he’d take my statement that day seriously. For him to have asked me, that meant he’d already talked with Mason about it and he was fine with the idea.Rising from the couch, I kicked off my jeans. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I wasn’t about to let it pass me by. I was young but with more curiosity than experience to waste. If I turned him down, I’d spend the rest of my life wondering what might have happened if I’d said yes.So, I gently made my way down the hall and slipped into Ethan’s room.I paused for a second as it felt like I had walked s

GABRIEL “I want you to use your mouth,” he said without breaking eye contact.I froze, and my eyes stayed on his for one long, electric beat before slowly dropping to the throbbing pole which he’d begun stroking to keep hard, spreading the lingering slick of his release over every inch of his cock. I gulped at the sight of it. “Don’t make me tell you twice,” he said, and the next thing I knew, my body started moving, crawling over to him. I took his cock between my lips and began licking him clean. The taste of Ethan's ass and his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed and made sure to suck him to his satisfaction.“Good boy,” he patted my head the way you’d do to a pet.Dickson grabbed my shoulder again and turned me around. “Get on the couch and face down.”I obeyed.Ethan was already in position—bent over the armrest, ass in the air, endless trail of cum dripping down his thigh. The third guy was behind him, sizing him up.“You know what?” Dickson said with a dark, knowing smirk. “I’v

JERRY The bookstore was about a ten-minute walk from my aunt’s place. My stepuncle handed me the keys on the first day I arrived at the house and, without much explanation, tasked me with arriving early to make sure everything was in place before opening the store. Back in high school, I used to spend most of my free time at the library—studying, reading stories, and helping the staff organize books —so I wasn’t new to how a bookstore operated. On the first day, I showed up early. Like ridiculously early. I’d gotten a new haircut the evening before and changed outfits four times in front of the mirror before settling for something I thought would make me look older. Or cooler. Or both. I wasn’t sure which one he would like. I never thought much of my looks. I’m not the type of person people stare at when I walk into a room. At 5’8, I consider myself short for a guy. I’m lean built with nothing particularly striking—just a face you’d probably forget unless you had a reason to reme