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It Hurts To Want More…

作者: MURRs.
last update 公開日: 2026-02-11 18:34:05

Thorne.

I was inches away from reaching Mia in the hallway when a professor, Mr Michael, one of the older ones, stopped me with a hand on my arm.

He wanted to know if I’d be available during Christmas for the midnight Mass here in school. I nodded quickly, assuring him I would be there. Maybe, I had said in my head.

The campus chapel would be nearly empty over the holidays; most students would go home, and the main town church would draw the bigger crowds. I’d be busy, yes, but not overwhe
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Maria V
I hope the author didn’t abandon this book. ...️
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Maria V
Still no new chapters??? Author pls update. Don’t leave us hanging
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Maria V
Only 1 chapter?? More chapters please.. Hoping for a happy ending for Thorne & Mia..
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  • The Reverend And His Plaything    My Lover My Priest…

    Mia.I knew he wasn’t done with me the second his lips started brushing every inch of my face.They were soft, reverent kisses on my forehead, my closed eyelids, the tip of my nose, my cheeks, like he was trying to memorize me with his mouth. “I love you,” he murmured hot against my ear, voice rough and low. “That’s all that matters to me.” His teeth grazed my earlobe, then bit down just hard enough to make me gasp. Shivers raced straight down my spine. He trailed those open-mouthed kisses lower, along my jaw, then sank his teeth into the side of my neck—deeper this time, possessive. My head tilted instinctively, offering him more skin, more of me.“Harder,” I cried out, voice breaking. “Please, Thorne…”Did I feel stupid begging for it? No. Fuck that. All I wanted was to wear his bruises like jewelry. To wake up tomorrow sore and painted with evidence that I was his—completely, irreversibly his.He growled against my throat and obliged, sucking hard enough to sting before bi

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Fuck Me Until I Cum…

    Mia.His fingers found their way into my cunt without warning.His two thick digits sliding deep, curling instantly against that sweet spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. “Fuuuck…” The moan ripped out of me raw and broken. I collapsed forward into his chest, my arms locking tight around his neck like he was the only thing keeping me from shattering. My ass pressed harder against the wall, legs strangling his waist, my heels digging into his lower back as I tried to pull him impossibly closer. The cold metal of his zipper ground against my swollen clit while those fingers fucked me mercilessly—stroking, curling, stretching me open with every wet thrust.“Oh my God, Thorne… fuck… ahhh!” My cries climbed higher, shameless and desperate. He nudged his shoulder against me, forcing my back flat to the wall so he could drink in my face.My face was flushed.My lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure. Then his mouth crashed over mine, swallowing every scream as his fingers d

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Touch Me…

    Mia.The cheap hotel on the edge of town looked even sadder up close—flickering neon sign half-burned out, puddles already forming in the cracked parking lot. I pushed through the glass doors, hair wild, sleep shirt clinging to my thighs, duffel bag dripping from the first fat drops of rain.The receptionist, a bored girl chewing gum, barely glanced up from her phone. “Can I help you?”“I’m here to see Thorne. Room… I think he’s in 212?”She raised an eyebrow, eyes flicking over my soaked, shivering state. “The priest? He didn’t say anything about visitors. Sorry, hotel policy. No one goes up without the guest’s okay.”“I’d really need to see him.” “See him?” She smirked like she’d heard that line before. “Look, the reverend left a couple hours ago. Said he’d be back later. You can wait outside if you want. Can’t let strangers wander the halls.”“But it’s about to rain—”“Rules are rules, miss.”I stood there arguing for another five minutes, voice cracking, pride crumbling, unt

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Meeting Him…

    Mia. Hours dragged like they were punishing me. I must’ve fallen asleep on the floor, curled against the door, my phone still clutched in my hand. When I jerked awake, my eyes were swollen, cheeks stiff with dried tears. The room was dark except for the thin slice of moonlight cutting across the floorboards.No missed calls. No texts. Nothing.Why hasn’t he called?Worry chewed through my chest until I couldn’t breathe. I scrambled up, grabbed the small duffel bag from under my bed, and shoved in whatever clothes my hands touched—jeans, a hoodie, two pairs of panties. I didn’t care if they matched. I just needed to get to him.I dialed his number again. Straight to voicemail. My stomach twisted harder.I didn’t bother changing out of the oversized clothe.Bare feet, messy hair, swollen eyes—I looked like a mess, but I didn’t give a damn. It was almost nine. I had to see him tonight.I crept downstairs. The house was quiet except for the soft clink of plates. Grandma wa

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    What I Want…

    Mia.My mother had completely lost her mind.She stood there in Grandma’s living room like some righteous storm.Her eyes wild, voice rising and falling in ugly waves. How dare she? She had no right to dictate my life—who I could love, who I could fuck, what I could keep growing inside me. This baby wasn’t hers to erase. And Thorne… God, Thorne wasn’t hers to dismiss like some dirty secret.He’d left earlier at Grandma’s quiet request, giving us space to “think.” But Mom hadn’t stopped. She kept circling back to the same poison, whispering it into Grandma’s ear until the old woman finally snapped.“Rose, stop this nonsense!” Grandma’s voice cracked through the room, sharp and tired. “You can’t keep pushing that. You’re only making everything messier than it already is.”“That’s exactly my point, Mom,” Rose shot back, leaning closer, desperate. “The only clean way out is if Mia gets rid of it. One quick flight back to London, a simple procedure, and none of this ever happened.

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    A Dirty Situation.

    Thorne. Rose’s eyes bored into me like she wanted to peel my skin off. Grandma Voss just sat there, frozen in shock, mouth slightly open as if the world had cracked beneath her feet.I knew this would gut them. Their priest—the town’s confessor, the steady voice that had absolved their sins for years—had been the one balls-deep in their daughter, their granddaughter. Fucking her raw, night after night. Spilling inside her until I’d planted my child in her belly. They still believed she was untouched. They had no clue I’d ruined her completely—stretched her virgin pussy around my cock, marked every inch of her, made her drip and beg and cum undone until she was mine in every filthy way.“Grandma…” Mia tried again, voice soft, stepping closer like she could stop the old woman from crumbling.“I don’t understand,” Rose whispered, then exploded to her feet. “You’re telling me mydaughter is pregnant… and you’re the one who did it?”I rose too, but she jabbed a hand out. “Stay the

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Go On Your Knees; Suck My Cock…

    Thorne.In that charged moment, with her standing so close—tears still glistening on her lashes, body heat radiating like a fever I couldn’t shake—the only thought pounding through my skull was getting her on her knees. My cock strained against the heavy fabric of my cassock, throbbing with raw ur

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-26

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Aftermaths…

    Mia.Maybe I should never have asked that question. Because when I did, Thorne went dead silent, his eyes flicking away like I’d touched a nerve too raw to handle. He didn’t answer—just smoothed his hand down my back, pulling me closer for a second before easing away. “Get some rest,” he murmured

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-26

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Hard Feelings…

    Mia.It felt like forever—ten agonizing minutes of kneeling in the dim confessional, the wooden kneeler digging into my skin, air thick with wax and silence. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying that smile he’d given her. The young nun. The way her hand lingered when she passed him the prayer book. W

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-25

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    The Priest Cannot Love…

    Thorne.I saw her the second she stepped through the church gates—sundress clinging from the walk, cheeks flushed, hair a little wild around her shoulders. She was carrying one of her Grandma’s baskets like a good girl, smiling at the old ladies, but her eyes kept scanning. Searching. For me.An

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-25
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