MasukAlessio Like a man possessed, Tyrone stood up. His cock looked even bigger up close—thick, dark, the head shiny and already dripping. He walked over still stroking himself and stopped right behind me. The heat of his body hit the backs of my thighs. He reached down, wrapped his fingers around the end of the crucifix, and slowly pulled it out of me. The emptiness made me sob. “Fuck—don’t take it out, please—” He tossed the wet silver onto the altar beside my head. Then he dropped to his knees behind me. Both of his hands grabbed my ass and spread me open wide. I felt completely exposed, hole twitching and shiny with oil in the cold air. “Look at this pretty little hole,” he muttered, voice rough. “All stretched and dripping for me. You’ve been fucking yourself with a cross like a desperate slut and still this thing is greedy for more.” I felt his breath against my skin, so close and hot. Then his tongue. He dragged the flat of it slowly from my balls all the way up over my ho
Alessio He finally pulled his fingers out, letting the oil drip down my thighs and I had never felt emptier in my life. I heard him move around the room, the anticipation struck me hard and I could feel my cock leaking to the floor. When I glanced over my shoulder he was holding a silver crucifix. It didn’t look like a cross per-se but I had seen it somewhere, I just couldn’t place it right now. He poured more oil over the metal, coating the long vertical bar until it glistened in the light. “Look at me,” he said. My heart pounded loudly in my chest, I couldn’t bring myself to look him dead in the eyes. This wasn’t my Tyrone, it was a lust filled demon ready to take every inch of morality out of me. “I’ll give you two options because I’m kind,” his voice trailed, as he dragged the cross across my neck down to my abs. “You either shove this into your puckering hole or I do it for you.” I blinked up at him, he was joking right? There was no way I could do that. “N
Alessio “Need what?” He asked tauntingly, a hint of mischievous intent behind his words but instead of fear all I felt was pure need and hunger. I wanted him, I wanted him to fill up all my holes but I couldn't say it. This was more immoral than any lie I have ever said, I was in a church with a demon and I wanted him to fuck me senseless. What type of priest am I? Tyrone waited ten full seconds before taking me back into his mouth, he sucked harder this time like a starving beast. His tongue worked the underside of my cock while his hand stroked the rest of my cock. The filthy sounds filled the empty church but my hands stayed clenched on my thighs only because he had told me to. Every muscle in my stomach pulled tight. I was so close that my thighs started to shake uncontrollably. He pulled off right before I tipped over, I actually sobbed. Tyrone wiped his mouth again and sat back, looking at me like I was something he had broken open on purpose. “You’re close,” he sa
AlessioTyrone’s hands moved to the ropes at my wrists.I tensed, expecting him to tighten them. Instead the knots loosened, blood rushed back into my fingers in a sharp, stinging wave. He freed my ankles next, then stepped back just far enough to watch me try to sit up.My shoulders screamed. My arms felt useless. Before I could swing my legs off the table he caught both my wrists in one hand and dragged me forward.“Get on your knees, Father.”The order landed low in my stomach. I wanted to refuse but my body moved anyway. He guided me down until the cold stone floor bit into my knees.Tyrone stood in front of me, tall enough that I had to tilt my head all the way back to meet his eyes. He looked bigger from this angle. Broader. The dark shirt stretched across his chest when he breathed.He reached down and gripped my jaw, thumb pressing into the hinge.“Open.”I kept my mouth shut.His grip tightened, it wasn't enough to bruise but tight enough to remind me what he was capable of.
AlessioHe had every reason to hate me. No matter how much guilt I carried, it wouldn’t change anything. I had killed my best friend, and that was all he could see when he looked at me.He broke the silence again. The light in the room fell across his face, and I gulped.Was Tyrone always this beautiful?I couldn’t remember when the guilt had started feeling heavier than the memory of his face. Maybe because I had spent so long trying not to remember him that seeing him now felt almost cruel.“I’m surprised you haven’t asked how you got here.” His fingers slowly traced my jawline, sending a shiver through my body. “Or do you remember?”I stared up at him.The ropes creaked when I shifted against them. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I closed it again, my mind desperately trying to piece together the fragments.“The booth,” I finally whispered.Tyrone’s thumb paused at the corner of my lips.---The confession booth smelled of polished wood and old incense. Evening Mass had ende
Alessio I woke to the smell of old stone and extinguished candles, my head throbbed terribly and when I tried to move, a rough rope bit into my wrists and ankles. My arms were pulled above my head, secured to something solid. My legs were spread just enough that I couldn’t close them. Cold air touched my skin in places it shouldn’t. I was in my undershirt and trousers. The clerical shirt and collar were gone. What in the lord’s name is going on here? I yanked against the ropes but they didn’t budge. My breath came short and sharp as I forced my eyes open fully. High, broken windows let in thin grey light. Pews sat at strange angles, some overturned. The altar at the far end was cracked down the middle. It was the abandoned church at the Riverbank that burnt down years ago. Nobody knew about this place, only us priests except someone had brought me. A tall shape detached itself from the shadows near the ruined altar and walked toward me with unhurried steps. Broad shoulders. Fam
I pulled off his thick cock with a wet pop, my swollen lips glistening. My fingers kept rubbing tight circles on my swollen clit, the pleasure making my thighs tremble. The stranger’s deep voice sent fresh heat through me as he spoke again. “I want to taste you, baby. Spread those legs and let
I slipped quietly through the back door, my pulse racing with excitement. Gosh I had missed Tyler. My pussy clenched at the thought of his name and I clasped my palm over my mouth to hold back my moan. It was what? Two weeks? Vibrators can only manage a sex crazed girl like me. The house wa
My heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at Jake standing in the doorway. Heat flooded my face, and embarrassment rushed through me so fast I felt dizzy. Aiden was still buried deep inside me, his body warm and heavy against mine. I pushed at his chest, trying to scramble away, but his hands he
I froze in the doorway, did I hear clearly? I mean his tone sounds inviting, is he asking me to...? Shit. He was still sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, his skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I swallowed my moan threatening to spill out of my mouth. Fuck, he was ho







