Novels by Dirty Cupidxx

Chapter 15(Lesbian x Threesome.)Mia’s POVI don’t even know how to start this without sounding like a complete mess.Maybe because I am.Lori and I were walking across the hallway that afternoon with our fingers intertwined as we were laughing loudly about some stupid article in that Teenage magazine she swears by even though I had no interest in them. She said they were something about pastel nails, bbls and the biggest tea about the top power lesbian couples.She circled my palm with her fingers softly, the way she does whenever she’s calm or excited about something, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.Until that airhead appeared.Brent.He stepped right into our path, blocking us as two of his idiot friends trailed stupidly behind him, looking more like his dogs than companions.“Well…well…well…” he slurred, putting on the same smug grin with his cap placed backward, exuding that same energy that makes you want to punch him and then immediately hate yourself for the thoug

Chapter 14Jaxon’s POVThese past few weeks had been crawling by since that day in the locker room.No texts. No sneaky glances at pickup.Nothing.Absolutely nothing.Ever since her husband, Mr Reyes, was back from his business trip, everything suddenly went back to normal. No message, no surprises. Just her spending quality time with her family.I stopped visiting frequently too. I guessed it was all for the best. It was time for me to start afresh, on a clean slate.I told myself it was over. No more taboos. Just a clean break. I even thought about getting a girlfriend.Smart.But every night, I’d lock my door and scroll through my hidden and pull up a blurry pic she’d sent to me sometimes ago (her in a low cut top; her lower breast showing, and that devilish smile of hers she always put on as if she knew exactly what I was about to do), and stroke myself raw thinking about her stretched around me, her pussy clenching when I whispered I’d fill her again. I came hard every time, bit

Chapter 13.Jaxon’s POVPractice dragged like it was trying to torture me.Every sprint, every drill, every whistle from coach felt like it was keeping me far from her. From Elena. My cock had been half-hard since last night, since I’d left her on the kitchen floor, her pussy dripping my cum. I kept replaying it: the way she clenched around me when I told her I was going to fill her again, the way she whispered “yes” like she was starving.I needed to get out of here immediately.Coach was blowing his whistle, running suicides when I jogged over, breathing hard. “Coach, I gotta bounce. My stomach’s all messed up. I think I ate something bad.”I clutched my stomach trying to act like I was in pain. He eyed me skeptically. Honestly from the way I was acting stiff, I knew my acting skills were trash but I had to try either way.A creamy pussy is at stake!“You sure? We got cardio in twenty.”“Yeah. I swear. I’d run extra laps tomorrow coach.”He waved me off. “Go… but be back in an hour

Chapter 12Jaxon’s POVMarcus had been talking about his mom all week like it was nothing.“Mom’s been acting weird lately,” he said at practice, wiping the sweat from his forehead after we’d just succeeded in hitting a three point shot that broke the tie with the opposing team.“Dad’s been gone for over six months now and she’s just… quiet. She stays at the kitchen counter every night and then drowns herself drinking wine. She keeps saying she’s fine, but you know how moms are.”I nodded, pretending it was something casual. Inside, my pulse kicked up like I’d just escaped a spray and pray.Elena Reyes. Mrs Rayes to everyone else. She was Forty one with curves that didn’t quit, thanks to numerous yogas and Pilates I’ve seen her doing during my visits. She had long dark hair she usually tied into a messy bun and those full black-pink pigmented lips that always looked like they were holding back a secret smile when she hugged me goodbye after hanging by their place.She’d always been ki

Chapter 11Father Elias’ POVWeeks later…Sleep had turned into a battlefield for me since that night.I dreamed of her every time I closed my eyes. Not gentle dreams or repentant ones but raw, recalled visions that left me hard and gasping for air before dawn.In the dream, I was back at the altar, her legs locked around my waist as her nails dug deep into my shoulders. She whispered blasphemies into my mouth and ears as I fucked her senseless, each thrust pulling out black smoke right from her lungs as the chapel was filled with the smell of burning incense and sex. I came inside her again and again, watching my seed drip out of her like unholy oil, anointing her thighs, the stone and my trembling hands. Each time she came, the devil howled, then laughed. Like it had won.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my sheets twisted around my legs with my cock throbbing painfully against my stomach. The room smelled of my own shame.I hadn’t returned to the chapel since. I couldn’t. The thou

Chapter 10Father Elias’ POVI didn’t pull out.Not even after the first brutal thrust or even when her scream turned into a long, broken moan that vibrated through my cock like the echo of a prayer. Her walls gripped me so tightly that I could feel every pulse, every involuntary spasm as the demon fought inside her.I placed my hands on both sides of her head, the altar stone cold under my palms, and I started to move. I went slowly at first, testing and punishing myself with the drag of her heat then deeper. Each slap of my hips on hers making a wet, obscene sound into the chapel air.“Harder Father,” she gasped, her voice cracking between Mara’s soft pleas and the demon’s guttural snarl. “Fuck it out of me, make it hurt goood.”I gave her what she asked for.I fucked her like I was trying to wreck something, like I was trying to break her, me, the vows that had chained me for years. The silk cords binding her ankles stretched, about to snap as her legs strained against them. Her f