Mag-log inChapter 2: Raw Sex with the Adopted Son Before I could push him away a third time, he moved fast—two thick fingers plunging deep inside me. I gasped, eyes wide, my fingers digging into the couch cushions. My pussy clenched hard around the sudden stretch, hot fluid welling up around his knuckles. I shoved my fist against my mouth, biting down until it hurt to choke back the moan. He pumped them slowly at first, drawing his fingers almost all the way out before burying them back to the palm, then faster, curling them just right against that spot that made my toes curl. His thumb found my clit, rubbing firm, perfect circles. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of my slickness were muffled under the blanket, but they felt so loud in my ears, like a physical weight in the room. Mark sat right there, head nodding slightly to his audiobook, completely oblivious. My thighs trembled uncontrollably. I tried to close them, to protect myself from the sheer intensity of
Chapter 1: Another Way to Greet I heard the heavy click of the front door opening. The sound echoed through the quiet house, and my stomach twisted into a tight, anxious knot when I saw who it was… Jake. He was back from college. It had been four long months since he’d last stepped through this door, and the second his deep, resonant voice sounded through the room, a sudden, overwhelming wave of heat pooled between my legs. It was an instantaneous, visceral betrayal by my own body, pulsing heavily even though I had told myself a thousand times over the winter that what we had was over. “Dad! Missed you, man.” Jake’s tone was easy, normal, the same casually affectionate way he’d always sounded around Mark. My husband sat in his usual armchair in the living room, his blind eyes turned toward the sound of his son's footsteps, smiling wide with genuine pride. “Jake! Get over here, son. How was the drive?” I stayed rooted in the kitchen, my knuckles turning stark white as I des
Chapter 6: Banged on the Bench I returned the next night without his knowledge, giving him no time to build up his walls or pray for strength. I slipped into the meditation chamber, the heavy door clicking shut behind me. Elias was already there. He wasn’t pacing tonight; he was standing dead center in the room, stiff and silent, as if he’d been waiting in that exact spot for hours. His ceremonial robes hung completely open at the chest, revealing the smooth, bronzed skin beneath. The moment our eyes met in the dim light, the last remnant of his sanctuary collapsed. “No more,” he said, his voice raw, stripped of all pastoral dignity. “I can’t fight this anymore, Sophia. I’m done trying.” He crossed the stone floor in two large strides, his hands locking onto my waist to pull me flush against him. His kiss was fierce, desperate, and entirely devoid of the gentleness from the night before. It felt like he was pouring months of starvation, silent prayers, and bitter frustration into
Chapter 5: The Torment of Intermission I didn’t go to the temple for a day. It wasn’t a surrender; it was a calculated withdrawal, giving him just twenty-four hours of reprieve from my relentless teasing to let the fever take root. But the abstinence cut both ways. The memory of his mouth on me, the heavy, slick heat of his cum on my tongue, and that exquisite, raw guilt fracturing the gray of his eyes afterward kept me aching through every hour. My underwear stayed damp; my skin felt too tight, too sensitive for clothes. I returned the next night, slipping into the temple grounds just after midnight. The air was cool, but my blood was boiling. This time, I didn’t bother with a coat to hide behind. I wore a simple, dark jersey dress that unzipped easily down the front—a single metallic track keeping me from total exposure. The heavy timber door to the meditation chamber was unlocked. Inside, Elias was already pacing, his steps silent against the stone floor but erratic, like a tr
Chapter 4: Licked dry by the priest I returned to the temple the following night, unable to wait any longer. The memory of his desperate kiss in the garden had kept me restless all day. This time around I didn’t send a message. I slipped through the side entrance of the temple at midnight, wearing only a long black coat over nothing but lace panties. My nipples were already hard from the cool night air and anticipation.The main hall was dark. I moved silently toward the private chambers at the back; it was the small meditation room Elias used for personal reflection. I pushed the door open without knocking.Elias stood near the low altar, his robes slightly disheveled as if he’d been pacing. His eyes snapped to me, widening when he saw the open coat and the bare skin beneath. “Sophia… you shouldn’t—”I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I couldn’t stay away. Not after the way you kissed me last night.”He swallowed hard, his gaze roaming over my body. “This has to stop. I
Chapter 3: Breaking him gradually I waited until it was past midnight before I went to the temple. I had sent a simple message to Elias earlier: ‘I need guidance tonight. It’s urgent. I’ll be in the gardens.* Although he didn't reply, I knew he would come. Recently the pull between us had grown too strong to ignore.I wore a long coat over a thin slip dress that revealed too much skin. My heart beat thundered as I slipped through the side gate and made my way to the secluded garden where we had practiced breathwork days earlier. I sat down on the stone bench, my legs crossed, letting the coat fall open to reveal the smooth line of my thighs.Then I heard the sound of footsteps approaching.Elias appeared from the shadows, still in his simple dark robes.His eyes landed on me immediately, scanning the open coat, the dress clinging to my body.“Sophia,” he said, voice low and rough. “This is not appropriate. You shouldn’t be here at this hour.”I stood slowly, stepping closer. “I c







