All Chapters of Sins Of The Flesh: A Taboo Collection : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chloe's POV. I knelt on the cool kitchen floor, the robe Damien had wrapped me in now pooled around my thighs. My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared up at him. He towered over me, powerful and commanding, his thick cock jutting out heavy and proud from the open front of his lounge pants. The veined shaft glistened slightly at the tip with precum, and the sight made my mouth water and my freshly orgasmed pussy clench with fresh need.“Open wide, baby,” he repeated, his voice low and rough. One large hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers threading gently but firmly through my hair. “Show Daddy how grateful you are for all the care he’s giving his little princess.”I parted my lips obediently, my tongue slipping out to lick the broad head first. The salty, masculine taste of him exploded on my tongue, and I moaned softly around it. Damien’s grip tightened in my hair as I took him deeper, my lips stretching around his girth. He was so thick, thicker than I’d expected even

Chloe's POV.I lay there in the hazy afterglow, Damien’s large hand cupping my freshly fucked pussy possessively, his thick fingers occasionally dipping shallowly into the mess he’d left inside me. Every subtle shift made more of his cum leak out, coating my thighs and the sheets. My body felt heavy, used in the best way, my ass still warm from his spanks, my walls fluttering around nothing now that he’d pulled out, aching for him again already.“Daddy…” I breathed, turning my face to kiss his chest. “I can still feel you inside me. All warm and full.”He hummed in approval, sliding two fingers deeper to push his release back in, scissoring them slowly as if to seal it there. “Good. That’s where Daddy’s cum belongs, princess. Deep in his little girl’s womb. I’m going to keep you leaking me all day so you never forget who owns this tight cunt.”The filthy promise made me clench around his fingers. He pumped them lazily for long minutes, curling against that sensitive spot until I was w

Chloe's POV. I woke the next morning to the familiar feeling of Damien’s thick cock nestled between my thighs, the head nudging insistently against my still-slick entrance. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but I barely noticed—my body was already humming, my pussy tender and puffy from yesterday’s relentless use, yet aching to be filled again.“Daddy…” I whimpered sleepily, pressing back against him. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush as he rocked slowly, coating his shaft in the mess of dried and fresh cum that had leaked out of me overnight.“Morning, my perfect little princess,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with sleep and hunger. He reached down and guided himself inside me in one smooth thrust, burying deep until his hips met my ass. The stretch pulled a gasp from my throat. “That’s it. Wake up with Daddy’s cock where it belongs.”He fucked me lazily like that for long minutes with slow, deep rolls of his hips that ground against my cerv

Chloe's POV. I woke slowly the next morning, the delicate black leather collar still snug around my throat. Damien’s fingers were already tracing the engraved initial on the silver ring as I stirred. His thick cock was buried deep inside me from behind, where he must have slipped back in while I slept, keeping me plugged and full all night.“Morning, my collared little princess,” he murmured, his voice rough with possession. He rocked his hips lazily, grinding deep as one hand slid down to rub my clit. “Feel that? Daddy’s cock has been keeping your womb warm. You’re going to stay full like this forever.”I moaned softly, pushing back against him, the collar a constant reminder of my surrender. “Yes, Daddy… I’m yours. Collared. Bred. Owned.”He fucked me like that for a long, luxurious time with slow, possessive strokes that built steadily until I was trembling and begging. When I came, clenching hard around him, he followed with a deep groan, flooding me once more. Only then did he p

Emma's POV. I stood in the doorway of my sister’s new home, the scent of fresh paint and expensive cologne still lingering in the air. The wedding had been perfect—white roses, crystal chandeliers, and my sister Claire glowing like she’d won the lottery. She always did. Beautiful, successful, the golden child. And now she was married to him.Mark... my brother-in-law.I watched him from across the living room as he carried the last of the gift boxes inside, his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms corded with muscle. Sweat glistened at the base of his throat. He caught me staring and flashed that easy, crooked smile that made my stomach tighten in ways it absolutely shouldn’t.“Need help with those bags, Emma?” His voice was low, a little rough from the long day. He set the box down and wiped his hands on his thighs, drawing my eyes exactly where they didn’t belong.“I’ve got it,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. My heels clicked on the marble