LOGIN"You like that, don't you? You like the feel of my cock stretching you open?"His length brushed a sensitive spot in me and I jerked, nails digging into his shirt, "Yes...fück yes..." He pulled out slowly, until just the tip was in me. "But only slüts love cöcks in there püssies. Especially when it's their teacher's cock. Are you a slüt, Brittany?" "I'm your slut, Mr Allen. Only yours. Please fill me up with your cum..." *** This book contains explicitly adult themes, taboo relationships, amd morally corrupt desires that challenges comfort zones.a collection of dark, forbidden erotica filled with dominance, obsession, and illicit attraction. Characters give in to urges they shouldn't want...and enjoy every second of it.It is unapologetic, intense and designed to make you feel things you might not want to admit. If you crave safe love stories, look elsewhere. If you crave forbidden pleasure...be a good girl and dive In.
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LEAH'S POV
Father, forgive meㅡ it was a sin. But it was one I couldn't stop committing.
I lay awake at early dawn when other nuns prayed and I touched myself. Imagined it was him. That soft sultry voice of his as he said the morning prayers washing over my skin. His large calloused hands slipping under my veil, wrapping around the crucifix as he fucked me on the altar.
I was going to hell for it.
And I wasn't sorry.
“ㅡLeah, you're doing it again.” A stern voice jolted me out of my daze and I jerked, clutching the heavy books tighter to my chest.
I was met with the face of the head nun, her dark eyes watching me as I quickly lowered my head timidly as I always didㅡ if only they knew the thoughts that ran through my head. Or the things I did with the sacred objects when I was sent to clean the vestry after the masses.
Just last week, I sat in the dark, skirt bunched at my waist as I fucked myself with a candle used for incenseㅡ head tipped back, moans slipping out from the mouth that had just opened a few minutes ago to sing hymns for the congregation and only one thought in my headㅡ Father Matthias.
“I'm sorry, Sister Erica. I'll take these to the library now.” I apologized, my voice low as I started to scurry away.
“Make sure to be quick with it. After the evening prayers, come down to the courtyard, we need to have a meeting before we welcome the new Father, okay?” She called out after me.
I nodded vaguely but I was already on my way out of her sight, weaving through the large cathedral as I made my way to the secluded library.
“Sister Leah?” A very familiar voice that had been the source of my delusions the last few months suddenly sounded and I froze.
My heart thudded heavily in my chest as I turned around to see Father Matthias standing there, dark hair falling into his eyes.
He walked over to me, dark clothes billowing behind him as he approached me.
My gaze immediately dropped, refusing to meet his. “Father…”
He paused right in front of me, voice washing over me like warm water. “I didn't see you at the morning mass, sister Leah…”
He had noticed I wasn't there.
I looked up at him at that, my eyes going wide as I noticed him watching me, gaze dropping to my chest where I was clutching the books to myself even tighter. “Ohㅡ I was kinda like…busy. You know, with the preparations for the new Father who will be coming here later.”
His gaze lingered on my chest, searing into my skin. It almost felt like he was undressing me in his head.
But that was a far reach. I was just being paranoid.
“Where are you going?” His voice was rough, gaze flicking back up to mine.
I nodded towards the library. “Just the library. I wanted to drop these off and justㅡ”
“I'll come with you.” He suddenly straightened, adjusting the crucifix around his neck. “I was hoping we would talk anyways.”
My heart plummeted and I bit down hard on my lips, pussy clenching around nothing at the authoritative notch in his voice. Like he left no room for argument. Oh god, the way I needed him to dominate me was concerning to the church.
I didn't argueㅡnot sure I wanted to anyways.
With a small nod, I walked ahead of him, my knees wobbling as we left the densely populated parts of the cathedral and went into the dark secluded room that was the library.
We would be the only ones there.
As soon as we walked in, he stopped at the door, gaze dark in the room as I walked forward, dropping the books on the shelf, trembling as I could feel his gaze on me. Watching me. Burning into me. Sizing me up.
What the fuck was he doing?
I suddenly turned around in the dim room only to bump into a hard chest, his breathing harsh against the side of my face.
“Oh godㅡ” I stumbled out of shock, my eyes wide when his hand suddenly shot out, fingers wrapping around my neck, brushing against the cold metal of the crucifix around my neck as he held me in place. “Fatherㅡ”
“Do you know the greatest sin you've committed, sister? Why I needed to talk to you?” He hissed, voice low as his fingers around my neck tightened.
I choked, an incoherent sound making it out of my lips. “I…”
His lips suddenly brushed against my earlobe, sending goosebumps fluttering across my skin. “You lust after a man of God. You thought I wouldn't hear, sister Leah? I run this place…the walls have earsㅡ”
A sickening thought hit me. I had told sister grace. Yes, I had fucked sister grace too. We weren't exactly the holiest of the bunch and I may have told her about my fantasies with Father Matthias.
Fuck.
“I can explain…” I rushed out, head tilted back with the force of how he held me.
I should feel scared. That he was going to report me and get me dismissed. So, God help me, why did I feel drenched at what he was doing? My pussy was damp with my juices at the helpless situation I had found myself in in the dark of the Church's walls.
His tongue suddenly dragged across my skin, sending a shaky whimper flying from my lips.
Before I even had time to be embarrassed at the sound, his voice was already like a soothing balm that both scared me and made my pussy flush even more. “You shouldn't have dirty thoughts like that, sister Leah…” as he spoke, his other hand reached up to cup me through my clothes, fingers tweaking my nipples as I jerked, a whimper falling out of my lips again.
“Oh my godㅡ” I yelped, body arching towards him.
His laugh was dark. “God? You should think about him a little more. Instead of thinking about fucking a father in the church, Sister. Want me to rip that perfect pussy apart? Want me to screw you? To show you the real meaning of sin?” Each word made me shudder and tremble, words escaping me.
His finger tweaked my nipples again. Hard. “Then you'll go back to wherever you're supposed to be now. And you'll come back to my office by 6pm. Is that clear? And don't wear any panties, Sister.” He whispered.
Then he was gone. Leaving me in the dark, skin still scalding from where he had touched and wondering what the fuck had just happened.
I couldn’t stay away.After he walked out of the living room, I sat on the couch for what felt like forever, my body still buzzing from the kiss, my pussy aching and wet, my nipples tight against the thin fabric of my sundress. The guilt was crushing — he was my best friend’s father, the man who had been a steady, protective presence in my life for years. But the need was stronger. It pulsed between my legs like a second heartbeat, making my thighs press together uselessly.I got up and walked down the hallway to his room.The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open quietly.Noah was sitting up in bed, the sheet pooled around his waist, chest bare. The lamp on his nightstand cast a warm glow across his shoulders and the hard lines of muscle he’d earned from years of weekend projects around the house. He looked at me, and for a second his face softened with that familiar protective worry.“Bad dream?” he asked gently.I shook my head. My voice came out small. “I can’t sleep.”He didn’
The next evening the house smelled like garlic bread and red wine. Noah had cooked again — chicken parmesan, my favorite since I was twelve. We ate at the kitchen table like always, but the air between us felt different tonight. Thicker. Every time our eyes met over the rim of our glasses, something unspoken passed between us. I kept catching him looking at the thin straps of my sundress, at the way the fabric clung to my breasts when I leaned forward. I didn’t adjust it. I wanted him to look.After dinner we moved to the living room with the rest of the wine. We put on one of those old family movies we used to watch when I was little — the one with the talking dog and the road trip. I curled up on the couch beside him, closer than I probably should have. My bare thigh pressed against his jeans. He didn’t move away.Halfway through the movie, the wine had loosened my tongue and my inhibitions. I turned to him, the glow of the TV painting soft shadows across his face.“I’ve never felt
KateI’ve been masturbating to thoughts of Noah for over a year.Not innocent little daydreams. Filthy ones.I imagine him pinning me down on the couch where we used to watch movies, one big hand around my throat while he fucks me so deep I can’t breathe. I picture him whispering “Your best friend is my daughter” right before he spits on my pussy and shoves his cock inside me like I’m his to ruin. I’ve come with three fingers buried deep, biting my pillow so I don’t moan his name too loud, feeling sick with guilt because he’s my best friend’s father — the man who drove me to soccer practice, who fixed my broken laptop, who was always the steady one when everything else fell apart.He’s thirty-seven. I’m nineteen.He’s the father of the girl who’s been my best friend since we were six.And I want him to fuck me like I’m not.Tonight I’m staying at their house while my own family is away.And I already know I’m going to do something we can never take back.---***The drive to my best f
The reception was still in full swing when we slipped away again.The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses — all of it felt distant, like it belonged to another world. My sister was dancing with her new husband, glowing and oblivious, while I followed Torin through the garden path toward the honeymoon villa at the far end of the resort. My legs were still shaky from the earlier encounter, my pussy tender and leaking his come with every step. The thin fabric of my bridesmaid dress clung to my skin, damp with sweat and the evidence of what we’d done.We didn’t speak until the door of the honeymoon villa clicked shut behind us.Then Torin turned, eyes dark and feral, and pushed me against the wall.This time there was no hesitation.His mouth crashed down on mine — rough, claiming, tongues sliding together in a desperate, filthy kiss. His hands shoved my dress up around my waist, fingers hooking into my ruined panties and ripping them down my legs. I stepped out of them, heart ra


















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