Daddy's little Saint

Serafina’s Pov ⁠♡The next morning, I couldn’t look at him. Not even during mass. It was absolute torture.He stood at the altar, his hands raised in blessing, as he spoke in Latin. I swear, I tried to forget about last night's encounter. The way he watches me as he stroked his cock, precum dripping down his swollen pink head.Heat rose to my belly again, and I bit my lip to keep me groaning. All I wanted to do at the moment was to run to my room and hide under my thick blanket while I fucked myself. In the past three years, while I was in the convent, I had never given into the temptations this much. I had managed to go weeks without touching myself.Not until father Matteo.I began to rub my thighs again, a movement I had come fully accustomed to since I couldn't stop my feelings for the priest. It was a curse. But I would rather satisfy it than let it kill me.So immediately mother superior said the last blessings, I fled into the only place no one visited frequently. The old barn

Serafina’s Pov ⁠♡“I’ve been hard since last night,” he said. “Imagining this mouth on me. This tight little body spread open for me.”My habits began to loosely come down, but he caught it in his hand again, his other hand sliding under my habit, up my thigh.We were being stupid and reckless.His fingers finally gripped the edge of my panties and then shifted it to the side. He found me dripping and soaked.“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping wet, little Saint.” he said and pushed two fingers inside me without warning.I gasped, gripping his shoulders, and then he began to pump slow and deep into me, curling his fingers to hit that spot that made me see stars.“Look at you,” he growled against my ear. “Taking a priest’s fingers in a dirty ban like a needy little slut.”I whimpered as I let my hips rock into his hand.He added a third finger, stretching me so wide I felt a sharp sting, which was quickly replaced by an immense amount of pleasure.“Quiet,” he ordered in a strict voic

CHAPTER 1Lila's povMy hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the tray of coffee in my hands. It was my first day as Alexander Voss's personal assistant, and I was already a walking disaster. The boardroom was packed with men in suits, tight lipped smiles on their faces and their eyes glaring at me like they wanted to have me for breakfast. And there I was walking down the meeting hall, my feet wobbling, which I wasn't sure if it was from how oversized the shoe was or my anxiety that threatened to rip me apart.Gosh! I couldn't afford making a mess of myself on my first day as the wealthiest billionaire's assistant in the city. I had to make a good impression!I had begun to breathe a sigh of relief when I made it to his chair.Then my heel caught on the carpet.The tray tipped upward and I screeched as I watched the whole content of the coffee fly away from the cup and begin to drop in slow, torturous motion.Oh God!At that moment I wished the ground would just open up a

Lila's povHe growled like a beast into my ear and fucked me brutally, the desk now shaking, my tits bouncing against the wood.My next climax gushed out so hard, I heard my squirt gush out of me and then hit his chest. I whimpered as my entire body trembled from the pleasure, my body tired and weak. Soon after he came with a roar, filling me deep, hot spurts coating my entire walls.Then he pulled out, spun me around so fast, and then pushed me to my knees."Clean me,” he groaned, his hand grabbing the back of head and pushing my mouth to swallow his fat cock.I took him all in my mouth, loving how the mixture of both our arousal and juices tasted, his cum still dripping down my thighs.He watched me with dark and lustful eyes."Good girl."And that's how it all started.****The next morning, I woke up all sore, my pussy tender and swollen from the way he’d wrecked me the night before.His cum had leaked out of me all night, staining my sheets, a constant reminder that I was alread