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Stepfamily Stories Claiming the Pastor’s Neglected Wife (4)
The back door opened just after midnight.I stepped into the quiet house and locked it behind me. The only light came from the bedroom at the end of the hall. Eden was sitting on the edge of the bed in black lace that did nothing to hide her. The cups were sheer, her nipples dark and tight against the fabric. The bottoms were soaked through, clinging to her cunt. She looked up when I filled the doorway, and the hunger on her face was raw.“You came,” she said, voice rough.“You left the door open.” I closed the bedroom door and crossed to her. “Stand up.”She did. I gripped the lace at her hips and tore the ties. The scrap fell. I pushed the cups under her tits and bent my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth hard enough to make her gasp. My hand worked the other, pinching and rolling until both peaks were swollen and wet. She arched into me, hands fisting in my shirt.“These have been neglected too long,” I muttered against her skin. “Your husband should see my marks on them every
Stepfamily Stories Claiming the Pastor’s Neglected Wife (3)
Eden’s message lit up my phone at 11:47 p.m.You said next time you wouldn’t stop. Elias is gone until morning. Back door is unlocked.I was already hard before I finished reading it.I drove with the windows down, cock thick against my zipper the entire way. When I pulled up behind the parsonage, the house was dark except for one soft light in the bedroom window. I killed the engine, walked around to the back, and found the door exactly as she’d said—unlocked, slightly ajar.Inside, the kitchen was quiet. I locked the door behind me and moved down the hall on silent feet. Her bedroom door stood open. Eden sat on the edge of the bed in black lace that barely covered anything. The cups were sheer enough that her nipples showed dark and tight through the fabric. The bottoms were little more than a scrap tied at her hips. She looked up when I stepped into the doorway, and the hunger on her face was raw.“Close it,” she whispered.I did. The lock clicked. Then I crossed the room, gripped
Stepfamily Stories Claiming the Pastor’s Neglected Wife (2)
The midweek prayer meeting ran long.Most of the congregation had already slipped out into the humid night, leaving only a handful of people folding chairs and stacking hymnals. Pastor Elias was still near the front, deep in conversation with two deacons about next Sunday’s sermon. Eden had offered to help clean the fellowship hall. I watched her from across the room while I stacked the last of the chairs. She moved carefully, like her skin felt too tight, like standing still beside her husband for another hour might crack something open inside her.When she disappeared into the small kitchen off the hall, I waited sixty seconds, then followed.She was alone at the sink, drying a tray with a dish towel. The door clicked shut behind me. Soft. Final.Eden’s hands froze. Her shoulders went rigid. I watched the pulse jump at the side of her throat and felt my cock thicken against my zipper.I didn’t speak right away. I leaned against the counter a few feet from her, arms crossed, and let
Stepfamily Stories Claiming the Pastor’s Neglected Wife (1)
The new minister and his wife stood at the front of the sanctuary like they had been dropped there by God Himself.Pastor Elias Ward was everything a residential minister was supposed to be. Tall, soft-spoken, clean-cut, with a gentle smile that made the older women in the congregation press their hands to their chests and sigh. Beside him stood his wife.Eden.My cock thickened the second my eyes landed on her.She looked twenty-five, maybe twenty-six. Long honey-brown hair pinned into a modest twist. A soft, full mouth that looked like it had been made to stretch around a cock. Her dove-gray dress was high-necked and long-sleeved, the kind of thing a good minister’s wife was expected to wear to hide her body. It failed. The fabric clung to the heavy curve of her tits and the soft flare of her hips in a way that made my mouth water. Her eyes were large and dark, restless even while she stood perfectly still beside her husband.I had fucked enough church women to recognize the look im
Stepfamily Stories Filthy Nights With My Straight Crush (3)
Asher’s thumb stayed on my lower lip, smearing the mix of spit and his own come across it. His grip in my hair didn’t loosen. In the dark I could see the confusion on his face, the way his chest still heaved, the way his cock—wet, half-hard, shining—rested against his stomach between us. He didn’t push me off the bed. He didn’t tell me to get the fuck out. He just stared at my mouth like he was trying to decide if this was real.“Nick,” he said again, quieter. His voice was wrecked. “What the fuck did you just do?”I swallowed. My throat still felt used. “I sucked your cock,” I said, raw. “You came down my throat. And you didn’t stop me.”His jaw flexed. The hand in my hair tightened for a second, then slid down to the back of my neck. He was shaking. I could feel it. “I thought—” He cut himself off. His eyes dropped to the mess I’d left on his thigh, then back to my face. “You were on your knees. In my bed. With my dick in your mouth.”“Yeah.” I didn’t look away. My own cock was alre
Stepfamily Stories Filthy Nights With My Straight Crush (2)
His fingers tightened in my hair the second I took him deeper.I froze with Asher’s cock buried in my throat, spit dripping off my chin onto his balls, my own dick leaking all over my fist. For a second I thought he was fully awake. My heart slammed so hard I was sure he could hear it. Then his hips rolled up again, slow and heavy, pushing another thick inch past my lips, and that low, sleepy voice came out again.“Fuck… yeah… keep going…”He still sounded half-dreaming. His eyes stayed closed. The hand in my hair didn’t shove me away—it just held me there, loose but possessive, like he was guiding a mouth he thought belonged to his girlfriend. I should have pulled off. I should have scrambled back to my own bed, wiped my face, and pretended none of this happened. Instead I moaned around him and sank lower.The head of his cock nudged the back of my throat and I gagged, eyes watering, but I didn’t stop. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked hard, tongue pressing flat under the thick vein th
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