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THE NEIGHBOR'S EDUCATION(2)
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The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 278: The Priest's Confession: The Widow(II)
He unbuttoned her coat. He peeled it from her shoulders. Underneath she wore a plain black dress, a church dress, and he drew the zipper down her spine with one slow, careful hand and let it slide to the floor.She stood in a slip and a black lace bra and a pair of simple cotton panties, and she suddenly felt thirty-eight, and soft, and uncertain. She crossed her arms over her stomach."Don't," said Lucien."I'm not what I was at twenty.""No." He gently pulled her arms away. "You're better."He sank to his knees in front of her, and the sight of a priest on his knees in a chapel, looking up at her with those dark, hungry eyes, nearly broke her."Let me worship you," he said.He pressed his lips to her stomach. He kissed the soft curve of her belly, the tiny silver stretch marks she hadn't known how to be proud of, the dip of her hip. He drew down her panties and she stepped out of them, and he parted her thighs with his hands and looked at her, and made a sound low in his throat."Lo
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 277: The Priest's Confession: The Widow(I)
Rosalind Delacroix had worn black for two years, and she was tired of the color.She was thirty-eight. She had buried a husband at thirty-six, a good man, a gentle man, a man who had held her hand through the entire six months of his illness and made her promise, at the very end, that she would not let herself go quiet. She had promised. She had meant it.And then she had gone quiet anyway.Two years of casseroles and condolence cards. Two years of Sunday Masses in the third pew on the left, where she and Paul had always sat, with her hands folded and her eyes on the floor. Two years of a cold bed, and a body that had gone from grief to numbness to something worse than either: a slow, humming, hungry ache she did not have any name for, and no one to bring it to.Until the new priest.He had said Mass for the first time on a gray morning in September, and Rose had looked up from her missal and felt something she had not felt in two years. A flicker. A single hot spark, low in her belly
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 276: The Priest's Confession: The Bride-to-Be(IV)
"I know," said Lucien. "That's all right. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."She looked at Camille. Camille, who was lying on the red carpet with her skin still flushed from his mouth, smiled and held out a hand."You can join us," said the bride quietly. "If you want."Sister Agnes made a small, broken sound. And then she took one step forward, and another, and the rosary slid from her fingers and clattered onto the marble.***They undressed her together.Camille's fingers found the pins of the veil, and lifted it away, and a heavy fall of chestnut hair tumbled down to the nun's shoulders. Lucien unfastened the gray habit with careful, reverent hands. Underneath was plain white cotton, a simple bra, a simple slip, and Agnes shook so hard that Camille drew her down onto the steps and held her, stroking her back."It's all right," she murmured. "We've got you.""I'm so scared," Agnes whispered."Do you want to stop?""No." A trembling laugh. "God help me, no."Lucien kn
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 275: The Priest's Confession: The Bride-to-Be(III)
"Lucien, I can't, it's too good...""You can." He leaned down and caught her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while he fucked her, and her whole body bowed. His tongue rasped across the tight peak, his teeth scraped, and then he switched to the other breast and gave it the same cruel, perfect attention."Come for me," he ordered against her skin. "Come on my cock, Camille. I want to feel you."She did.It broke over her so powerfully that her vision went white. She clenched around him in long, shuddering spasms, her cries ringing off the vaulted ceiling, and Lucien held her through every wave, snarling praise against her ear. "That's my girl. That's it. Fuck, you're tight, I can feel you milking me."But he wasn't done.He pulled out of her, ignoring her whimper of protest, and turned her around, and bent her over the organ bench."Hands on the rail."She gripped the rail of the pipe stand. She felt him behind her, big and hot and sure, and then he drove back into her in one deep thr
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 274: The Priest's Confession: The Bride-to-Be(II)
"Your mouth. Please, Father, I want your mouth."He gave it to her.The first stroke of his tongue made her cry out. He licked her slowly, deliberately, from her entrance to her clit, and circled the swollen bud with a patience that bordered on cruelty. He ate her like he'd been starving for it. His big hands pinned her thighs open and held them there, and when she tried to squirm away from the intensity he growled against her and tightened his grip."Don't run from it. Take it."He slid two fingers inside her while his mouth worked her clit, and Camille's back bowed off the table. The thick curl of his fingers hit the spot that no one had ever found. Her head thrashed. A high, desperate sound tore out of her throat."That's it," he said against her wet flesh. "Let me hear you. Nobody can hear us in here."He fucked her with his fingers, hard and deep and fast, tongue lashing her clit in tight, merciless flicks, and the climax hit her so suddenly that she screamed. It tore through her
The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories Chapter 273: The Priest's Confession: The Bride-to-Be(I)
Camille Laurent was supposed to be at her final dress fitting.Instead she was standing in the vestibule of St. Brigid's at four in the afternoon, three days before her wedding, with her heart going like a bird against a window and her fiancé's ring cold on her finger.She was twenty-seven. She had a good man waiting for her at the end of an aisle, a good job, a good family, a good life that had been built carefully, brick by brick, by a girl who always did what was expected. Daniel was kind. Daniel was safe. Daniel kissed her like he was asking permission.And for three weeks, every time she'd come to Mass to rehearse her vows, she had looked up at the new priest and thought something she could not say out loud.I wonder what he'd do if I told him to stop being so gentle.The confessional was at the far end of the nave, dark wood and brass hinges, waiting. A hand-lettered sign said Saturday 4–6. It was Thursday. She went in anyway, and sat on the bench with her hands knotted in her l
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