Ebony Taboo Novels & Stories

Someone managed to click a picture of them kissing. "Fuckkkk". He cussed under breath. He looked for more and found someone blackmailing Zee to expose those pictures in return of some confidential information. That stated, it wasn’t only about money. ---- Tabby

"Weird is sweet, ShaQuan." "It’s forbidden," I countered. "Not just weird. It’s a line you don't cross." "Forbidden is the vibe," she whispered. Her hand reached out, her fingers slowly roaming over my chest, tracing the muscles. "It has to be forbidden for it to feel this good. Think about it."

Sienna’s core throbbed instantly, heat flooding her body as she listened to the raw, intense sex happening nearby. She'd been frequently horny lately, too busy to even care for her urges. She stayed a little longer, letting the filthy sounds make her wetter by the second before finally turning and walking back to the elevator, heart racing. ***** The next evening, the super yacht Elysium shimmered under the Monaco lights like a floating white palace. It was an exclusive all-white party for the Grand Prix, and only the wealthiest and the who's who of the racing world had gathered aboard. The cool sea breeze swept across the outer deck, gently lifting Sienna’s hair as she stood beside Victor L

"I want it! Let me have your big monster cock! Please Uncle Bennie!” she sobbed in pleasure. The invitation. Sassy, sexy declaration. It was sweet damnation. “You won't stop? Fucking tease. Why the fuck should I then?” Bennie grunted, euphoria wrapped in pain shooting up his dick as he chased the taboo orgasm he knew would make him feel sick afterwards. Still, his body craved it. Had to have it. His hips pumped fiercely into his fist, the environment forgotten.

I moaned, trembling, my body slick, my pussy still throbbing around him. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, whispering filthy commands as he gripped us both in his hands. “This is the unholiest thing you’ll ever feel… and you’re going to crave every second of it.” My body quaked at the thought. This wasn’t just sex… this was taboo, raw, and filthy, and I wanted every second. Every rough thrust, every cruel touch, every filthy word from him.

Fenriz has taught me a few things about the Lycan laws and how they match Werewolf laws; this one is on the top of the taboo list. “The Mate Bond is absolute, and you have defiled it with witchcraft. Breaking The Taboo is punishable by death; you know this, right? By doing this, you have not only lost Carina, but you will lose your life.” I say, then get up, walk towards Fenriz’s desk, and sit on the leather seat next to where he’s standing. He places a hand on my shoulder, and when I tilt my head to look at him, there’s evident pride in his crimson eyes.

’ he asked, his breath warm against my ear, lips close enough that I shivered, his hands starting to move, soaping up a washcloth with slow, deliberate motions. I nodded, leaning into him, feeling his heartbeat against my back, steady but quickening, and the hard length of his cock pressing firmer against my ass now, trapped between us in the water. ‘Mmm, yeah, Daddy. It feels nice having you here like this.’ My words were honest, laced with the desire bubbling up, and I arched my back just a little, grinding subtly against him, testing, my mind screaming with how wrong but how good it felt, the taboo of it making everything dirtier, hotter.

Only feel—his fist gliding, twisting over the head, the way his breath fanned my throat, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my hip through his slacks. “Look at you… so shaky. You like it when I touch you, don’t you?” “Yes… oh god yes… more please…” I tried to reach for him, wanted to palm the thick outline straining his fly, wanted to feel how hard he was for me but he caught my wrists again, pinned them higher. “Uncle…” “What do you want, pretty boy?” We needed to stop. We had to. My parents. The family. This is taboo.. But my body screamed otherwise.

“Good girl. Take every drop. Let your womb drink your step-brother’s cum.” He lost control. He fucked me through three screaming orgasms, choking me, slapping my tits, calling me his dirty taboo slut. When he finally came, he roared and pumped what felt like liters of hot cum straight into my womb. So much it overflowed instantly, running down my ass in thick white rivers. “Feel that? That’s me marking you from the inside. No one else will ever have this cunt again.” “I don’t want anyone else… only you. Keep me. Ruin me forever.”

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.