ログイン~~Josephine's POV~~I stretched on the couch as my eyes slowly opened. My gaze moved around the quiet room until it landed on the sheriff standing in front of me. Memories of what had happened last night rushed back into my mind. I remembered taking the sheriff's cock into my mouth, remembering the way it had filled me up earlier. But I wasn't satisfied.I slowly sat up and adjusted my clothes, smoothing my dress over my thighs. I needed the sheriff. I needed him to fill me again, I need him to burst his nut everywhere on my curves and I wanted to swallow every last bit of his thick salty cum.After some time, I walked toward the station. I adjusted my legs as I stepped inside and headed straight to the sheriff's office. The officers barely looked up as I passed them.I reached the door, turned the handle, and opened it with a soft click.The sheriff looked up immediately, his face lighting up with a small smile."Josephine... you're here," he said.I walked toward him slowly and sat
~~Josephine's POV~~"Why are you so flirty?" He asked but I didn't answer, my hands kept rubbing his laps. He stared at me for a moment his hard cock throbbed between his legs as I continued slowly rubbing his bulge feom his trousers. His breathing grew heavier, and his eyes darkened as he watched me."Are you always this filthy?" he asked, his voice low.A smile slowly curved across my lips."Why don't you come closer and taste me?" I said, grabbing his hands and guiding them to squeeze my breasts."You like that, Sheriff? Don't you like my full, succulent breasts?" I teased, using his hands to massage them.He quickly unbuttoned my clothes and took one of my breasts into his mouth."Fuck..." I moaned, throwing my head back as he wrapped his lips around my nipple, sucking hard, teasing me with his tongue. I gasped as my eyes rolled back and my head shook in different directions.My fingers slipped into his hair as pleasure shot through my body. His tongue flicked across my nipple whi
~~Josephine's pov~~"Fuck... forgive me, Father," I panted, my voice trembling as I moaned beneath him. The priest gripped my waist tightly, his fingers digging into my skin as he continued driving into me with relentless thrusts."You shall be forgiven when my seed erupts in you," he groaned hoarsely.His hand shot into my hair, yanking my head back as he forced me to arch deeper against him. My breath hitched in my throat, my body jolting with every powerful movement of his hips. The wooden chair beneath him creaked loudly as my ass bounced against him."Fuck... I'm going to erupt my seed in you," he growled through clenched teeth.Heat rushed through my body as his pace became rougher, faster. My fingers gripped the edge of the table to steady myself, my legs trembling from the intensity of it. Every thrust sent a sharp pulse through my stomach, making my breath come out in shaky gasps."Fucking God..." he rasped.His body tensed suddenly. His movements turned erratic, desperate. T
~~DAMIAN~~"Put that down." Her wild giggles as she tried to escape me warmed my heart. I picked her up and blew bubbles in her tummy making those giggles get even louder until they became squeals. She's her mother's daughter for sure; loud. I put her on my hip which I like to tell myself is her perfect place to be and walked deeper into the house to find the rest of my family.I took the paperweight from her before she smashed me in the face with it and didn't even bother asking her how she got it off the desk in my home office. I found my wife and son in the kitchen working on a science project for school. That one takes after his mom too, he got her brains.The smiles on their faces when I walked into the room was worth every hell I'd ever been through. My wife waddled around the kitchen island and came over for her hello kiss, which I was only too happy to give her. I put my little terror on the floor and put my hands on the mound of Zara's tummy where
~~DAMIAN~~For the first time since I'd had her in my bed she became the aggressor. She pushed until I was on my back and once again we were both surprised by the move. She looked down at me tentatively waiting for me to scold her, but instead I palmed her tits and juttled my hips up in a silent message for her to move.She planted her hands on my chest and moved her ass back and forth, rocking her cunt on my cock. I pulled her down and took her nipple in my mouth as our hips moved together, picking up speed as we went.Her hips sped up and I knew she was close. I stopped all movement to see what she would do. She bit my chest. "Ouch!" I glared up at her fighting back the laugh that burned in my chest. I'd never laughed with her before. "What was that for?" I rubbed the spot and slapped her ass."I want to cum, Damian." I grabbed her ass and slowed her movements, keeping her on the edge. It was playful, and I found that I liked playing with her in
~~DAMIAN~~I should hate that, hate that I couldn't be away from her for more than a few minutes before feeling that pull as if there was an imaginary string holding us together. I saw her little face all the way back to the cabin and was running by the time it came into view.My heart raced sickeningly in my chest now for a different reason. I shouldn't have done it, I should've taken the fight to him. Fuck, what have I done? I opened the door and braced myself to see her now with these new confusing feelings playing havoc with my mind. I pulled the mask on over my head and felt sick doing even that, but I needed her.She was lying on her back with her eyes closed and her breath even in sleep. My heart squeezed just a little at the look of innocence on her face. She didn't hear me approach and I stood next to the bed looking down at her and my hand reached out to touch.---She opened her eyes slowly and turned her head my way. I saw the
CHAPTER 33: The baby moved.It wasn't some poetic quickening like the books described, no delicate butterfly flutter nonsense. It was a distinct, undeniable thump, low in Keira's belly, like a tiny, impatient fist had knocked on the door from the inside.She was in the
CHAPTER 30: *January – A New Year, An Old Problem* The sea glass stayed in Keira's jeans pocket. It had become this smooth, secret weight she carried everywhere. She'd catch herself touching it during boring seminars, while she waited for the kettle, in those quiet
CHAPTER 29: The fairy lights strung across the living room window blinked in a relentless, cheerful sequence that felt like a mockery. Outside, a thin sleet peppered the glass. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of pine, cinnamon, and unspoken tension.The Christmas tree
CHAPTER 27: The first box Keira packed was her books. Not the ones for her dissertation—those were a separate, terrifying pile—but her real books. The ones with cracked spines and marginalia, the poetry collections she’d bought second-hand, the novels that felt like old friends. She wra







