INICIAR SESIÓNHe drew back and thrust forward.Elena saw stars.He fucked her like a man who had been starving. Deep, hard, relentless thrusts that slammed her against the wall and made the whole booth creak. His hand slid around her waist and down between her legs, rubbing her clit in tight, merciless circles in time with every stroke, and the double assault shattered whatever composure she had left."Tell me whose pussy this is.""Yours," she sobbed."Again.""Yours, Father, it's yours, oh God...""Louder, and I swear I'll have the whole church hear you."She bit her own wrist to muffle a cry as he drove into her harder. Her breasts bounced against the wood with every thrust, nipples still tender from his mouth. His other hand came up to tangle in her hair and tug her head back, and his mouth found her neck, teeth grazing."I'm going to ruin you for every other man," he growled. "You understand? After tonight you will lie in bed and touch yourself and it will be my name you say.""Yes," she gaspe
"Eleven years," he murmured against her ear. "And you chose to come to me.""You made me," she said, shaky."Did I?" His mouth brushed her jaw. "Then let's see what else you've been hiding."His hand slid up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, and Elena stopped breathing."Wider," he said.She opened her legs.His fingertips found the lace of her panties and went still. "You're soaked through," he said, in that low, wrecked voice. "Did you do this to yourself in my church?""Yes.""Filthy girl." He hooked the lace to one side. "Say my name.""Lucien.""Father."Her knees nearly gave. "Father."Two thick fingers slid through her, slow, parting her wet folds, and Elena's head hit the wood behind her with a soft thud. He circled her clit once, just once, deliberately, and she moaned out loud."Quiet," he said, and covered her mouth with his free hand. "There's a family in the back pew lighting candles. Do you want them to hear what you sound like?"She shook her head frantically again
Elena Marchetti had not been inside a confessional in eleven years.She was twenty-nine now, and she knew exactly why she was kneeling in the dark of St. Brigid's on a Saturday evening, with the last of the light bleeding through the stained glass and the whole church smelling of beeswax and old wood. It wasn't guilt. Guilt would have been simple.It was him.Father Lucien Reyes had arrived three weeks ago, and the parish had not recovered. The older women brought him casseroles. The younger ones suddenly remembered they were Catholic. And Elena, who had sat in the back pew at Mass with her arms crossed, had watched him lift the chalice with those broad, scarred hands and felt something low in her belly clench like a fist.He was thirty-four. Tall. Black hair worn a little too long for a priest, a jaw that looked carved, and a voice, God, that voice. Low and unhurried, the kind of voice that made even the Lord be with you sound like a threat.She slid the wooden screen aside and heard
"New rule," Marcus says, sitting back down. "Now that you've lost all your clothes, the forfeit changes. You lose a hand, you have to do something for us instead."Sarah nods, completely unable to speak, completely aware of Derek's massive cock standing out from his body, completely surrendered to what's about to happen.The next hand is dealt. Sarah has nothing. She doesn't even try to play. She just folds immediately."You lose," James says. "Your forfeit is to feed Derek your breast."Sarah looks at Derek, at his massive cock, at his intense eyes. She understands immediately what "feed" means.She stands up and approaches Derek, completely naked, completely exposed. She positions herself between his legs, and she brings one of her breasts to his mouth.Derek doesn't hesitate. He takes her nipple into his mouth and starts sucking, his tongue working her nipple, his teeth grazing gently, making Sarah gasp at the sensation."Keep playing," Marcus says, and James deals the next hand.S
Sarah has never been to a party like this before. She's twenty-four years old, still a virgin, and her friends have been pushing her to "get out there" for months. When they invited her to this particular party, she thought it would be just another get-together....drinks, music, conversation.She didn't know about the poker game.She's standing in the corner of the penthouse when Marcus approaches her. He's in his early thirties, tall, with the kind of confidence that comes from knowing exactly what he wants and how to get it."You look like you could use some fun," Marcus says, handing her a drink."I'm okay," Sarah says, but she takes the drink anyway."There's a poker game happening in the back room," Marcus says casually. "High stakes. Winners get cash. Losers have to... let's call it 'make a forfeit.'"Sarah's curiosity is immediately piqued. "What kind of forfeit?"Marcus smiles. "The loser removes a piece of clothing. It's more fun than it sounds, and it gets pretty intense."S
Instead, he's absolutely hard. His cock is straining against his swim shorts, and he's completely transfixed by the sight of his wife being so completely claimed, so completely owned, so completely transformed.He pulls out his phone and starts recording.***Darius and Kevin don't notice Marcus at first. They're too focused on completely destroying Jasmine, too lost in the sensation of claiming her completely.But Jasmine sees him. Her eyes land on Marcus, and for just a moment, fear flashes across her face. But then something shifts in her expression. She doesn't stop. She doesn't ask Darius and Kevin to stop. Instead, she meets Marcus's eyes while Kevin's cock is in her throat, while Darius's cock is hitting her womb, and she smiles around the cock in her mouth.She wants him to watch. She wants him to see exactly what she's become."Harder," she cries around Kevin's cock when he pulls out for just a moment. "Fuck me harder. I want my husband to see how completely you destroy me."







