Mag-log inMy chest rose and fell as I tried to recover, my body still trembling.
"Lay back," he muttered. I did. He climbed over me, straddling my torso, his cock still thick and slick with my juices. My breath hitched as he took my breasts in his hands, pushing them together before sliding himself between them. Slowly. Deliberately. "Fuck..." he groaned, watching the way my breasts pressed around his cock as he started to move. In. Out. His hips rocked forward, his cock sliding between my breasts as a deep groan escaped him, his head tipping back, thrusting slowly between my tits, his hands holding them tight around him. A low, guttural sound left his throat before he looked down at me again. "Just like I imagined," he muttered. "I'm gonna cum on your tits, Janny." "Yes... please," I whispered, my voice shaky as I watched him unravel. His movements grew faster, more erratic, his control slipping as he chased his release. "Fuck—“ He stilled, his body tensing as he came, spilling warm over my chest, his breath coming out in sharp, uneven bursts. "Good God, Janice.." he groaned, finishing, his head dropping forward slightly. For a moment, neither of us moved. Just the sound of our breathing. "You're so fucking beautiful," Jake murmured, his voice rough, still breathless. "I already wanna fuck you again." I smiled, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. He leaned down and kissed me, slower this time. I kissed him back. "Come on," he muttered softly against my lips. "We should clean you up before Hayden gets back." Reality crept in. "You know what he's gonna do if he finds out," Jake added, his tone quieter now. "This has to stay between us." Our little secret. “Sure,” I said, even though my heart was pounding hard against my chest. Jake pulled away and didn't give me time to recover before lifting me into his arms, carrying me bridal style toward the bathroom. I barely caught my breath before he turned on the shower. Warm water poured over us, washing away sweat and everything we'd just done—but somehow making it feel even more intense. He kissed me under the stream, slow this time, deep, like he was finally taking his time after all that chaos. Then he dropped to his knees. Like he wasn't done with me yet. His mouth found me again, and the way he ate me... like a man starved... made my legs tremble all over again I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he devoured me, his tongue working me over with a hunger that made my knees weak all over again. It didn't stop there. He stood, pushed me back against the tiled wall, lifting me easily as my legs wrapped around his waist. And then he was inside me again. Deep. Slow. Before picking up speed, driving into me like he couldn't stand being apart from me for even a second. Water ran down our bodies as we moved together, my back pressed to the wall, his hands gripping me tight, holding me in place as he took what he wanted. His hands gripped me tight, holding me in place as he lost himself in me all over again. It was messy. Intense. Completely addictive. And I didn't want it to stop. That night should've been the end of it. It wasn't. It became our thing. A secret we kept going back to every chance we got. Whenever I needed him—I told my parents I was going to visit Hayden. And they never questioned it. Jake was always there. Always ready. Always waiting. And just like that, I became the girl who couldn't stay away from her brother's best friend. Not because I had to. But because I didn't want to. *** Enjoying this so far? Don’t be shy… tell me what you think. Your comments and reviews keep these stories coming—and trust me, it only gets more forbidden from here. 😈I stepped between her open thighs and lowered my mouth to her neck. My hands settled around her waist as I kissed my way down, slowly trailing my lips from her neck to her chest. I took one nipple into my mouth. Angela moaned beneath her breath. I flicked my tongue over the hardened tip before moving to the other, giving it the same attention, then returning to the first. I sucked. Licked. Bit gently. Angela’s legs wrapped around my waist as another quiet moan slipped from her. Fuck. I released her nipple and straightened. Then I took hold of her legs and positioned them at the edge of the desk, spreading her open in front of me. For the first time, I got a proper look at her pussy. And Christ. I stared. She was swollen and wet, cleanly shaved except for a small patch of maroon curls above her pussy. Her lips were a deep pinkish-red, almost the same shade as her hardened nipples. It was the most beautiful fucking pussy I’d ever seen. And I couldn’t stop staring at it.
Angela wrapped her hand around my cock and began to stroke me. I watched her small hand move slowly up and down my length. “Have you done this before?” I asked. She glanced up at me and smiled shyly. “No.” Good. I liked that answer far more than I should have. “Open your mouth.” Angela obeyed. I guided my cock between her parted lips, watching her eyes widen as she took me into her mouth. Her lips stretched around me, and she hesitated for a moment, clearly trying to adjust to my size. Fuck. I threaded one hand through her hair and tightened my fist gently around it. Then I began to move. Slowly at first. I pushed deeper into her mouth before pulling back, giving her time to adjust before sliding in again. God. It was still difficult to believe this was actually happening. Angela. My Angela. On her knees in front of me with my cock in her mouth. I’d spent more than a month imagining what it would be like to have her, and somehow the reality was even better. She wa
Saturday found me sitting inside the confessional with my Bible open in my hands. I was supposed to be meditating. As usual, I couldn’t concentrate. Ever since Angela arrived at the school, everything that had once seemed certain had begun to feel complicated. My discipline. My calling. Even, God forgive me, my faith. I’d begun questioning things I’d never questioned before. Was this truly the life I wanted forever? Could I spend the next fifty years denying myself every ordinary human desire because of promises I’d made at twenty-five? Were these doubts merely temptation? Or had they always existed somewhere inside me, waiting for something—or someone—to drag them to the surface? I didn’t know anymore. And Angela was at the center of every question. I closed my eyes and drew in a slow breath. Focus. The faint sound of movement came from the other side of the confessional. Someone had entered. I straightened in my seat and closed my Bible, forcing my thoughts back wh
I had always loved God. And I had always loved the Church. Never once had I found myself in a position where I truly questioned my devotion to either. Becoming a priest hadn’t always been my plan. I’d grown up in a Catholic home, and even in my twenties, long before I took my vows, I’d felt most fulfilled whenever I was serving the Church and helping others. Eventually, that devotion led me to the priesthood. Most of the vows came easily. One did not. Celibacy. The decision to give up sex for the rest of my life hadn’t been an easy one. Before the priesthood, I’d had women. I’d enjoyed women. I’d known exactly what it was like to look at a beautiful woman and want her purely because of what she made my body feel. Then I’d taken my vows. No more sex. No more women. No more allowing lust to dictate what I did or where I allowed my thoughts to wander. It had been difficult in the beginning, but I’d learned discipline. And ultimately, the sacrifice had felt w
Richard swiveled his chair until he was properly facing me. I lifted my legs and rested them on the armrests, spreading myself open right in front of his face. His eyes dropped between my thighs again. Richard hooked his hands beneath them and pulled me forward until my ass was perched right on the edge of the desk. I leaned back onto my elbows. Then his mouth was on me. His tongue dragged slowly through my slit before sweeping over my clit. “Shit.” My head tipped back. Richard did it again, licking me before closing his lips around my clit and sucking. A moan slipped out of me. One of my hands went to my breast. I squeezed it, rolling my nipple between my fingers while Richard worked his mouth between my legs. And fuck. He was good. Better than I’d expected. His lips closed around my clit again, his tongue teasing me between every slow suck. I moaned softly, forcing myself to keep the sound down. Lila was only a few rooms away. The last thing I nee
Four days later, Richard was still giving me the cold shoulder. Not that I cared anymore. At least now I knew he wanted me too. That little revelation had made his avoidance significantly less irritating. He wasn’t staying away from me because he wasn’t interested. He was staying away because he was trying not to cheat on my sister. Richard was determined to be the faithful husband. Which was actually pretty sweet. Annoying. But sweet. I stood beside Lila in the kitchen that evening, helping her prepare dinner while she told me about work. My sister was a writer at a publishing company, and she loved talking about her job. And I mean loved talking about it. Sometimes I found the endless stories about manuscripts, authors, deadlines, and whatever disaster had happened at the office that week a little boring, but she was my sister. So I listened. Or at least pretended to. Eventually, she asked about school, and I gave her all the important updates from the semester. Then







