My Taboo Harem!

Phei rose from his knees in one smooth, predatory motion, hands gliding up the trembling warmth of her thighs until his fingers nearly met at the razor-sharp dip of her waist.

The impossible cinch—narrow enough to make his palms feel enormous—fit perfectly in his grip. He lifted her without effort, setting her upright, steadying her when her knees threatened to buckle under the aftershocks still rippling through her core.

She swayed, breath coming in short, greedy pants, chest heaving so hard the thin black halter strained against her tight, aching nipples.

He turned her slowly—deliberately—until her back faced him.

The sight punched the air out of his lungs.

Midnight hair spilled down the long, elegant column of her spine like black ink poured over cream marble, ending in soft waves just above the dramatic, heart-stopping swell of her ass.

That back was obscene in its perfection of delicate shoulder blades shifting with every ragged inhale, the subtle shadowed valley running straight down her spine, the lethal inward sweep at her waist flaring into round, high, impossibly firm cheeks that looked carved by hands far more obsessive than any sculptor’s.

Between them, her cleft already glistened from how her body reacted to him, the tight pink pucker of her asshole shining wetly where thick, glossy strands of her own wetness had trickled down from her dripping cunt and coated every inch on their way to her trembling inner thighs.

This was new territory.

He’d once eaten her pussy until she screamed—tongue buried to the root, lips sealed around her clit, sucking until she squirted so hard it soaked his face and chest. He’d fingered her open, stretched her with three fingers while she sobbed his name and begged for more.

But he had never traced the sacred length of her spine with his mouth. Never kissed his way down that flawless back while she stood quivering, ass presented high, thighs already wet and shining from everything he’d done, cunt leaking like something divine had cracked open inside her.

His goddess-fall touch—that devastating gift—was already humming beneath his fingertips.

The instant his palms settled on her hips, the lightest pressure sent visible shockwaves racing up her spine.

Her cunt clenched violently on nothing. Fresh wetness seeped at her entrance and spilled out in thick, slow ropes—dripping straight down her inner thighs in glistening trails that caught the blue ceiling light like liquid starlight.

“Phei…” Her voice cracked—sweet, desperate, already wrecked. “What are you—oh gods—”

He stepped in close. Chest brushing her back. Cock throbbing painfully behind denim as he pressed the full, rigid length of it against the cleft of her ass—letting her feel exactly how hard this view had made him.

One hand slid around to her front, fingers finding her soaked, wet folds.

The other flattened against the small of her back—right in that devastating hollow where her spine dipped inward—and he began.

Slow. Deliberate. Raw.

Lips found the nape of her neck first—soft, open-mouthed kisses pressed to the hypersensitive skin just below her hairline.

She whimpered, head dropping forward, hair cascading over her shoulders like dark curtains.

He kissed lower—along the delicate knobs of her spine—tongue tracing each vertebra, tasting salt, jasmine, and the rising metallic heat of how turned on she was. Every kiss triggered the touch.

Her cunt pulsed hard under his fingers. Her juice poured in hot, slippery drips—coating his palm, running in thick strands down her thighs. She widened her stance instinctively, ass pushing back, silently begging his mouth to follow the path downward.

He reached the small of her back—that lethal dip—and sucked gently, tongue swirling into the hollow. Her whole body jerked. A high, broken cry tore from her throat.

“Phei—fuck—yes—there—don’t stop—kiss me—taste me—gods, your mouth—”

His fingers never paused. Two digits slid along her drenched folds—parting the puffy outer lips with obscene wet sounds, circling her rigid, throbbing clit in slow, firm strokes—while the pad of his thumb teased her entrance, dipping just inside to feel her walls flutter and clench like they were trying to pull him deeper.

Every touch sent fresh squirts jetting out—messy, hot arcs that splashed against his wrist and dripped in thick puddles onto the black floor.

He dropped lower.

His lips now on the upper swell of her ass—kissing the perfect, round hemispheres, tongue dragging long, wet stripes across the taut skin. He sucked gently at the crease where cheek met thigh, leaving faint red blooms that would bruise beautifully tomorrow. Her ass jiggled softly with every tremor, the cleft between them shining brighter with every fresh trickles of her juice.

She sobbed—continuous, shameless, voice climbing into desperate little keens.

“More—please—kiss my ass—taste how wet you make me—fuck—your fingers—don’t stop rubbing my clit—make me come—make me squirt all over your hand—Phei—yes—yes—”

He obeyed.

Mouth moving across every inch of her perfect ass—open-mouthed kisses that left glistening trails, slow sucks that pulled the skin taut, tongue tracing the sensitive crease where cheek curved into thigh—never dipping inside her tight little asshole, only teasing the rim with the hot wash of his breath, making it flutter and wink with need.

His fingers worked her cunt faster—two digits plunging shallowly inside her spasming entrance, curling against that sensitive front spot with ruthless precision, thumb grinding her clit in tight, relentless circles—the wet pressure from how her body responded that made her hips buck uncontrollably.

Her thighs quaked violently. Fresh drips poured out in thick, glossy rivers—running down the backs of her legs like molten honey, pooling at the backs of her knees before dripping further.

He pulled back just long enough to drop lower—lips finding the back of one thigh—lapping up the thick trails of her wetness with long, greedy strokes.

The taste exploded on his tongue—sweet, musky, addictive. He sucked the wetness straight from her skin, groaning against her flesh like a man tasting ambrosia for the first time, then moved to the other thigh, cleaning every glistening rivulet, swallowing her essence while she trembled above him.

“Fuck… so wet for me… dripping down your thighs like the perfect little slut you are…”

She moaned—voice fracturing higher, hips grinding back against his face and fingers in frantic, needy rhythm.

Then she bowed for him… for his convivence… her spine arching violently—ass pushing back hard, cheeks spreading wider, presenting herself completely. The movement made her cunt gape slightly under his fingers—walls fluttering, entrance winking open and closed—and forced her ass cheeks to part even further, letting his mouth settle more perfectly against the sensitive skin just outside her tight pucker.

He growled against her flesh—lips sealed to the lower curve of her ass, tongue dragging slow, intimate circles around the rim without ever breaching it—hot, wet pressure that made the little ring clench and pulse in helpless rhythm.

At the same time his fingers plunged deeper—three now, stretching her open with wet, obscene squelches—curling hard against her g-spot while his thumb never left her clit, rubbing in tight, ruthless figure-eights.

Her whole body locked. Cunt clamped down on his fingers like a velvet fist. A forceful jet of squirt erupted—hot, messy, spraying across his wrist, soaking his forearm, dripping in thick puddles onto the polished black floor beneath them.

She came hard—screaming his name, thighs spasming, ass cheeks clenching and releasing in rhythmic waves that made them bounce against his lips. Each pulse sent another gush of her wetness spilling out—running down her crack, coating his chin, dripping from his jaw in sticky threads.

He didn’t stop.

Lips kept kissing her ass—sucking the trembling flesh, lapping at the fresh trickles that leaked from her pulsing cunt and ran down her cleft. His fingers kept pumping her spasming walls—curling against that sensitive front spot on every thrust, thumb grinding her oversensitive clit until she was sobbing, grinding, begging incoherently.

“Phei—fuck—too much—too good—don’t stop—keep kissing my ass—keep fingering me—make me come again—please—please—”

He pressed his mouth harder against the underside of her cheeks, tongue painting long, possessive strokes across the skin while he drank every drop that escaped her.

The goddess-fall touch hummed stronger now—every kiss, every lick sending fresh waves of wetness pouring from her core. She bowed deeper—ass lifted higher, thighs shaking, back curved into an impossible arc that let him reach even more of her.

He followed the dripping trails back up her thighs with his tongue, cleaning her again, then returned to her ass—kissing, sucking, breathing hot against that fluttering rim—while his fingers never slowed, never let her come down.

Because this was only the beginning.

He had never claimed her back like this before. Never tasted the full obscene length of her spine while she bowed, dripped, and shattered for him.