20 SHADE OF FORBIDDEN TABOO

Episode 3

Chloe stirred first, sunlight painting warm stripes across Mark’s chest. Every inch of her body throbbed with satisfaction from the night’s wild ride with muscles loose, skin marked with faint bruises and love bites. Between her legs, a pleasant ache lingered, her folds still slick and sensitive.

She traced the compass tattoo on his arm, watching him breathe. When his eyes fluttered open, dark and heated, he grinned.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

“Morning,” she purred, pressing closer. “I feel wrecked in the best way.”

His palm roamed down her spine, squeezing her ass. “Should give you a break.”

“Like hell.” She nipped his jaw. “I need more.”

Before he could reply, she slipped from the sheets and tugged him up. “Not here. Come on.”

Giggling, she led him out of the bedroom, both naked, his half-hard length already twitching at the sight of her swaying hips. They stumbled into the sunlit kitchen, her pulse racing with mischief. She hopped onto the cool marble island counter, spreading her thighs wide and pulling him between them.

“f**k me right here where we eat breakfast,” she whispered, voice thick with need.

Mark’s hands gripped her hips, mouth crashing into hers in a hungry kiss. Tongues tangled as he ground his thickening shaft against her slick entrance. He broke away, dropping to his knees on the tile floor. His breath ghosted over her exposed center before his tongue dove in and lapping broad strokes from her tight rear hole up to her throbbing nub.

Chloe gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as she rocked against his face. He devoured her eagerly, sucking her swollen c**t while two fingers plunged deep, curling to stroke that sensitive inner wall. Wet, filthy sounds echoed off the cabinets. She tasted sweet and heady on his tongue; he groaned into her, vibrations shooting sparks through her core.

“s**t……your tongue feels incredible,” she moaned, head falling back. Her thighs quivered around his ears as pleasure coiled tighter.

He stood suddenly, spinning her around and bending her over the island. Her breasts pressed flat against the cool surface, ass raised high. He rubbed his now rock-hard d**k along her dripping slit, teasing her entrance before thrusting in with one powerful stroke.

The new angle hit deep, making her cry out. He set a brutal pace, hips slapping against her ass cheeks, balls smacking her c**t with every drive. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to rub frantic circles over her sensitive pearl.

“Take it just like that,” he growled, pounding harder. The kitchen filled with the rhythm of skin meeting skin and her breathless whimpers.

Chloe pushed back to meet him, loving the fullness stretching her walls. “Deeper give it to me rough daddy.”

“God you will be the death of me.” mark moaned.

He pulled out abruptly, making her whine at the emptiness. Laughing darkly, he lifted her onto the counter facing him, her legs wrapping his waist. She sank down onto his length in one smooth glide, impaling herself fully. They both groaned at the fresh sensation.

Now eye to eye, she rode him hard bouncing on his thick shaft while he thrust up to meet her. Her t**s jiggled with every motion; he captured a n****e between his teeth, sucking and biting until she shuddered. Sweat slicked their bodies. She clenched around him deliberately, milking his length as she ground her c**t against his pelvis.

“God, you feel so good inside me,” she panted, nails digging into his shoulders. “Filling me completely.”

Mark’s grip tightened on her ass, guiding her faster. The counter creaked under them. He shifted again, standing fully and carrying her to the living room couch without pulling out. He dropped onto it, her straddling his lap in reverse. She leaned forward, hands on his knees, and twerked her hips, riding him reverse cowgirl style so he had a perfect view of her ass bouncing and his glistening shaft disappearing into her tight heat.

“f**k, look at that view,” he rasped, spanking her cheek hard. The sting made her clench harder.

“ You like slut”.

Pleasure built fast. Chloe reached between her legs, rubbing herself furiously while he thrust up. Her climax slammed through her walls fluttering wildly around him as she soaked his lap and thighs.

He flipped her onto all fours on the couch cushions, re-entering her from behind in a single thrust. This position let him hammer even deeper, and it has been his best position ever, one hand wrapping around to pinch her c**t while the other held her hip steady.

“Come on, let go again,” he urged, voice strained. “I’m close.”

She shattered a second time, crying out as her body convulsed. Mark followed with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt. Hot spurts flooded her depths, pulse after heavy pulse, overflowing and dripping down her thighs onto the fabric below.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, laughing tangle on the couch. He stayed inside her, softening slowly, kissing her neck and shoulders.

“Best breakfast prep ever,” she teased, still catching her breath.

Mark chuckled, nipping her ear. “We’re not done. Shower next then maybe the balcony if you’re feeling adventurous.”

Chloe grinned, squeezing around him playfully. The unraveling had turned deliciously chaotic, and she couldn’t wait for whatever came next.

“I can't wait daddy, for you to fill me with your c*m and make me yours f**k me hard anywhere anytime, I'm all yours”. Chloe moaned again as mark put two of his finger in her messy p***y.

Fingering her hard and rough, she was moaning very loud and almost out of breath, she felt so weak but she still felt intense and wanting more.

After 10 minutes of her screaming, she came really hard and kissed mark in his lip.

“I love your c**k More dad “. She said.