Novels by Dirty Cupidxx

Chapter 36Noah’s POV. The sacristy felt smaller every time I stepped inside, like the walls were closing in to trap me with my own sins.Or was it for?Anyways…Father Gabriel didn’t waste words tonight. The second the door locked behind me, he pointed to the floor in front of the small altar they kept in the back room. I dropped to my knees without being told, already breathing faster. The stole was already in his hands. He draped it around my neck, letting the embroidered ends brush my bare chest after he stripped my shirt off.“Tonight we test your devotion,” he said quietly. “You will pray while I remind your body who it belongs to. If you stop praying, I stop touching. Understand?”“Yes, Father.”He pulled my pants and underwear down to my thighs, leaving my hard cock exposed and leaking. Then he poured holy oil into his palm and wrapped his slick hand around me. The first slow stroke pulled a groan from my throat.“Begin,” he ordered. “Do you know the Act of Contrition?”“Yes

Chapter 35Noah’s POV. I never thought wearing a priest’s stole would make me cum harder than any porn ever did, but o boy… here I was, bent over the sacred table like some dirty horny whore.The weekly sessions had now become my new religion. Every Thursday night after the last prayer group leaves, I would sneak into the church and go straight to the sacristy. Father Gabriel always waited for me, door locked, lights low, with that hungry look that was already burning in his eyes. And tonight was no different.“Lock it,” he said the second I stepped inside. His voice had that deep, commanding tone that turned my knees to water.I clicked the lock and turned around. He was already unbuttoning his cassock, revealing that muscular chest I couldn’t stop thinking about. The stole hung around his neck, purple and gold, the one he used for confessions.“Clothes off , Noah. Everything. Then come here.”I stripped as fast as I possibly could, cock already half-hard and leaking. When I stood

Chapter 34Noah’s POV. I never planned on losing my virginity on the floor of a church, but when Father Gabriel locked the doors after midnight mass, all my good intentions went straight to hell… exactly where they belonged.My legs were already shaking as I stepped into the church. The huge space was dead quiet now but there were still candles burning as the moonlight cut through the stained glass and painting everything in deep blues and bloody reds.Gabriel waited near the front pews wearing a full white gown with a stole around his neck. Except for the hunger in his eyes when he saw me, he looked no different from a man filled with grace. “You came back,” he said, voice echoing softly. “Even after I left you leaking and desperate last time.”The words rolled off his tongues easily. “I tried not to,” I admitted, voice small. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”He smiled and crooked a finger. I walked to him like how a moth would to flame. When I got close, he pulled me into

Chapter 33Noah’s POV. I never expected a priest to know exactly how to make my balls ache like they owed him rent, but Father Gabriel sure was a man of many talents.The midnight mass had ended an hour ago. The church stood empty and echoing, even the candles were still flickering like they were in on the secret. I slipped through the side door he had left unlocked, heart hammering so loud I swore it bounced off the stone walls. My sneakers squeaked on the marble as I made my way towards the altar. The air smelled of incense, wax, and that faint trace of his cologne that already made my mouth water.“Father?” I whispered.“Back here, Noah.” His voice came from the back ; low, calm, commanding.I found him behind the heavy velvet curtain, still in his cassock but with the top buttons undone. The white collar shined against his tanned skin. He looked taller in the dim light and more broader. He felt dangerous in a way that made my stomach flip.“You came,” he said, smiling like he al

Chapter 32Noah’s POV. I never thought my dick would get me kicked out of heaven, but here I was, kneeling in a dark confessional like a horny idiot.The wooden booth smelled like old polish and guilt. My palms felt sweaty against my thighs as I waited for the priest to slide open the grate. I’d put this off for weeks; every time I walked past Saint Augustine’s, my stomach flipped with a mix of shame and something way worse. Want.At twenty, I was supposed to have my shit together, but instead I was jerking off to thoughts of strong hands and deep voices, and it was eating me alive.“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” My voice came out shaky. “It’s been… three months since my last confession.”A low, calm rumble answered from the other side. “Go on, my son. What weighs on your heart?”I swallowed hard. Father Gabriel. Everyone in the parish talked about him; the young, charismatic priest with the sharp jaw and kind eyes that made old ladies bake extra pies. I’d seen him at mass

Chapter 31The Lecture. Elias’ POVThe risk was getting worse, but I couldn’t stop craving it.Wearing the plug during lectures had become almost a normal thing now. Feeling Victor’s cum trapped inside me while I tried to focus on notes made me dizzy with lust. Each day, I got more addicted to the feeling of being owned in secret.And he knew it.One Thursday afternoon he sent me a short text during lunch:“Main lecture hall. 2:30 PM. Come alone.”My last class ended around 2:00. I spent the next thirty minutes with my heart racing. When the time came, I walked to the big lecture hall on the ground floor. It was the biggest one on campus, with stadium-style seating and a large stage at the front.The door was unlocked but the lights were dim. I stepped inside and closed it behind me quickly.Victor was already there, standing at the front near the podium. He looked calm and professional in his dark shirt and slacks, but his eyes burned when he saw me.“Lock the door,” he said.I did

Chapter 163Sophie’s POVThe cabin smelled like pine and fresh snow. We had driven up Friday night after Ryan finished work, barely speaking the whole way because the tension between us was so thick. Two days. Just us. No roommates. No parents. No excuses. The moment we stepped inside, Ryan dropped our bags and looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.“Bedroom,” he said, voice already rough. “Now.”I barely made it three steps before he grabbed me from behind, spinning me around and kissing me hard. His hands were everywhere, possessive and hungry, shoving my sweater up and yanking my bra down. I moaned into his mouth as he pinched my nipples, the sharp sting shoot straight between my legs.We did not even make it to the bed at first.He pushed me against the wooden wall, dropping to his knees and shoving my jeans down. The second his tongue touched my pussy I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair. He ate me like a man starved, sucking my clit hard while two fingers pushed d

Chapter 162Public Date Dare. Sophie’s POVThe weekend getaway was still two days away, but Ryan had been teasing me mercilessly all week. Every text, every whispered promise at work when no one was looking, made my panties wet. Tonight he took it further. He told me we were going on a proper date. Dinner at that fancy Italian place downtown. The one with dim lighting and private booths.What he did not tell me until we were seated was his real plan.“Under the table,” he said quietly, eyes dark with mischief as the waiter walked away. “Take your panties off and hand them to me.”My face burned. The restaurant was full. Soft jazz played. People chatted around us. But the thrill hit me hard between my legs. I glanced around nervously before slipping my hands under the long tablecloth. My fingers hooked into the lace and I slid them down my thighs, balling them up quickly. I passed the damp fabric to Ryan under the table. He smirked and tucked them into his pocket.“Good girl,” he mu

Chapter 161The First Real FuckSophie’s POVThe next few days after that first night were pure torture wrapped in sweetness. Ryan and I could barely keep our hands off each other whenever we were alone, but we still had to act normal around everyone else. Taking stolen kisses in his car. His hand sliding up my thigh under the dinner table with our friends. Every secret touch made me wetter than the last. I felt like a completely different person. My best friend had awakened something filthy and greedy inside me, and I could not get enough.Tonight we had the apartment to ourselves again. His roommate was gone for the weekend. The second the door closed, Ryan pushed me against the wall and kissed me like he had been starving for days. His hands roamed everywhere, squeezing my ass, tugging at my clothes until I stood there in just my bra and panties.“I got something for you,” he murmured against my neck, biting gently. “Something I think my little whore is going to love.”My stomach

Chapter 160The First Real FuckSophie’s POVThe front door creaked open and my heart nearly stopped.Ryan’s fingers were still buried deep inside me, my dress bunched around my waist, my pussy still fluttering from that insane orgasm. We both froze like guilty teenagers as his roommate’s voice called out from the hallway.“Ryan? You still up, man?”Ryan’s eyes met mine, wide with panic and leftover lust. Without thinking, he slowly pulled his fingers out of me, making me bite my lip to stop a whimper. My juices coated his hand. I could smell myself in the air, sweet and filthy. He quickly yanked my dress down just as footsteps approached the living room.“Yeah, we’re just chilling,” Ryan called back, voice impressively steady. “Sophie crashed here after the party.”I barely had time to fix my hair before his roommate poked his head in, gave us a tired wave, and headed to his room. The second his door clicked shut, Ryan looked at me like a man possessed.“Bedroom. Now.”He grabbed my

Chapter 159A Pretty Drunk Confession. Sophie’s POVThe party had died down hours ago, but the buzz in my veins refused to fade. Music still thumped faintly from someone’s forgotten speaker in the corner of Ryan’s living room. Empty bottles and red solo cups littered the coffee table. I was sprawled on his couch in that stupid short black dress I wore just to feel something, legs tucked under me, cheeks flushed from too many shots. Ryan sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touched. My best friend of eight years. The one person who knew every stupid secret I had.Except this one.The one where I had been fantasizing about his hands on me for longer than I cared to admit.“You’re staring again,” he said, voice low and a little rough from drinking. His eyes, warm brown and slightly hazy, locked onto mine. God, he looked good tonight. Messy dark hair, that worn gray t-shirt stretched across his chest, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with beer.I laughed nervously, but it ca

Chapter 158Breeding Ceremony. Lila’s POVThe altar still pulsed beneath me as Azrael lifted my cum-swollen body into his arms. My belly felt so heavy now, rounded and tight, sloshing with load after load of his glowing demonic seed. Every step he took made it shift inside me, sending fresh waves of filthy pleasure through my core. I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption.“I am yours,” I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. “Completely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.”Azrael’s golden eyes glowed with dark triumph as he carried me through a massive obsidian archway into what looked like his personal chamber. The room was enormous. Chains dangled from the ceiling. Altars and cushions covered the floor. The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone.He laid me down on a massive circular bed that