Novel & Cerita Ebony Taboo

but, how could she leave her granny alone. the doctors confident in their expertise, told her that she could not be better. and she just wants to have her last days with her. It would kill her not to be present in her last days on earth. Secondly, how sure are they that Nat would not be aggressive towards her? or sense that she isn't her dead girlfriend. Also, she can't have sex with someone just because she needs money. There is something about her boss Adam Stark, that gives her shivers good or bad she can't place a hold on it.

I’m going to die. “What am I?” More dangerous this time. More obsessive. “My Taboo step-daddy!” I cry out as cum rips from my cock, painting the sheets, my belly, and his scarred face. “Eat my fucking ass!” And he does. Hard, animalistic. Like cock tearing through a hole. Tristan’s mouth feeds on my ass, tongue lashing my swollen buds, and his teeth—sweet infant satan—those teeth should be banned. “So tight. So—-

BOOK 1: THE SHEPHERD'S SIN SYNOPSIS: "Some sins are too delicious to confess. Enter at your own risk. Once you cross the line, there is no going back.” Step into a world where the lines between pleasure and pain are blurred, and the word 'forbidden' is merely an invitation. The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire.

“I’m going to come so hard inside this pussy, baby girl. Daddy is going to fill you with his seed.” She shook her head and I could feel her protest, but it was too late for the both of us. That dildo stretching her ass, my cock ramming deep in her soaked hot cunt, I was doing her bare, fucking her raw; nothing between us. Skin to skin, I was about to come inside my daughter’s pussy, and nothing could stop me. She was screaming and coming and I was right behind her. The pressure of her sweet hot sex, the first fuck of a virginal hot pussy, and the taboo... the raw dirtiness of what I was doing to her. Hard and fast I jack hammered my dick into her rippling cunt her inner muscles gripping me o

“Not really. I mean, maybe when I was younger, curious, but now? Caleb satisfies me. I don’t feel the need.” It wasn’t a total lie. I didn’t feel the need to touch myself because the few times I had tried as an adult, guilt had crashed in immediately. Thoughts of Caleb, of whether I was somehow saying he wasn’t enough flooded my mind. So I stopped before I ever really started. It was easier to let him try, to guide his hand or mouth, to smile and tell him it felt amazing even when it didn’t. Naomi reached over and patted my knee gently. “Okay babe. But if you ever feel like something’s missing, don’t be afraid to explore. Your body, your rules.”

Something that was considered taboo. Mainly because everyone knows that Ahbaya hated Alpha Aens.

And here I was, hiding the most intense connection of my life right beside my father. The conversation moved on, but the tension in my body only grew. Marcus’s hand disappeared beneath the table. A moment later, his fingers brushed my bare knee where my sundress had ridden up. I froze, every nerve ending lighting up. He traced slow, lazy circles on my skin, inching higher with each pass, hidden by the long tablecloth. My pulse thundered in my ears. When his fingertips reached the soft skin of my inner thigh, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. Heat pooled low in my belly. I was already soaked, embarrassingly so. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the thin fabric o

I gripped my champagne flute so hard I thought it might shatter. “Everything okay, Elena?” Isabella asked sweetly from across the table. “You look a little flushed.” Mr. Blackwood curled his fingers inside me, pressing against that sensitive spot. “She’s probably just tired from all the planning. Elena’s been working so hard for us.” His thumb brushed my swollen clit. I forced a smile. “Yes, just a little warm in here.” He kept fingering me slowly under the table the entire dinner, pushing his earlier load deeper while his fiancée sat less than six feet away. By dessert, I was shaking, leaking down my thighs, and dangerously close to coming again.

I smile at him and hear ‘er groanin’. "She's certainly a demon. How about I give you her and keep the one you came looking for?" I think he's misunderstood things. "I'm not ‘ere to trade women. I’m ‘ere for Ebony. I don't trade women. I mean, I do a lot of immoral and fucked up things but never women or children, so can I have Ebony now?" I stand waitin’, and he laughs. Standin’, I wait, keepin’ my hand close to the knife. If I see the wrong movement, he's goin’ to have a blade through his eye.

Intimidate when he would back her into a corner and stare down at her with carnal hunger in his eyes and assure her when he would hold her against his chest and chase away all her nightmares. Sabrina had decided to do something for him. Something that will make him happy. Sabrina told Kyra that she wanted to ink her body. Kyra's expression was exactly what she had expected. Her eyes turned round with astonishment. Understandbly so, Sabrina was a woman of noble birth. And nobelwomen were strictly prohibited from tainting their skin with ink. It wasn't a standard but a law. She can even be executed for her audacity. But isn't love all about breaking rules. She was just following the norms.