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She Wants To Have A Taste…

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2025-12-24 00:32:52

Thorne.

Her slick fingers glided over me, coated in the mess I was already leaking—thick, warm precum mixing with my spit, turning every stroke into something obscene and wet.

The sound of it filled the small office, soft, rhythmic squelches that made my jaw clench.

She pumped me steadily, wrist twisting just right on every upward pull, thumb pressing firm under the head until my hips jerked forward on their own.

“Please let me taste you, padre,” she whispered, voice trembling with raw need,
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  • The Reverend And His Plaything    The End…

    Thorne.I still remember the exact day Sister Annalisa walked into my office with that gentle knock and said, “Father, there’s a young girl Mrs. Voss brought to help with church duties.”That was the day my entire world tilted on its axis. One glance at her—those wide, curious eyes, the nervous way she tucked her hair behind her ear—and something inside me cracked open. I’d spent years preaching control, restraint, sacrifice. Then Mia walked in and every vow I’d taken suddenly felt like chains I was desperate to break.She was the best thing that ever happened to me. Like finding a pearl of great price hidden in a field—worth selling everything just to have her. I understood the merchant in that parable now. Some treasures are so rare, so precious, you burn your whole life down without a single regret.After a few tense hours with Mrs. Voss, I finally said the words out loud: “I’m going to marry your granddaughter in a few days. We’ll live as a family. I’ll take care of her and

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    All I Want Is A Family…

    Mia.Hours later the familiar dusty roads of San Malerio came into view, and my stomach twisted. I knew the news about Thorne quitting the priesthood had probably flown through the town like wildfire, but I hadn’t expected the rest of it to spread so fast too—the part where the handsome ex-priest had knocked up one of his old parishioner’s granddaughters. Me.When we pulled into Grandma’s compound, the whispers started immediately. Two women across the street stopped mid-conversation, eyes wide. Grandma’s neighbor, old Mrs. Mary , kept stealing glances our way.My cheeks burned. Thorne must have felt me tense because he reached over and took my hand, squeezing it tight, warm and steady.“Let’s just go in,” he said quietly, voice low and calm. “We’ll have a nice talk with your grandma and leave soon, okay? We don’t have to care about anyone or the gossip. Not anymore. Soon none of this will touch us.”I nodded, but my heart was hammering as he helped me out of the car. His fing

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    You Are Mine…

    Mia.After hours of wandering through every room, imagining nursery colors and where our baby’s first steps might happen, we finally climbed back into the car. The house still felt like a dream—too big, too beautiful, too sudden. Thorne started the engine, then cursed softly.“Forgot something inside. I’ll be right back.” He leaned over, kissed my forehead, and jogged back toward the house.I leaned back in the seat, smiling despite the quiet worry still nibbling at me. His phone sat in the cupholder where he’d left it. It buzzed. Once. Twice. Then a string of messages popped up on the locked screen.Kameeli: So can we meet? You’re no longer a priest, Thorne. Why is it so difficult to let us see each other? Kameeli: Are you still seeing that college girl? Kameeli: Didn’t you agree we’d meet soon? I miss you so much. Kameeli: I sent you the cash too.My stomach dropped like a stone. Kameeli. The name hit me like a slap. A year ago I’d walked in on him fucking her—some married

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Our New Home…

    Mia.The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the hotel curtains and brushed across my face. I stretched lazily under the sheets, my body still deliciously sore in all the right places from last night. When I turned, the bed beside me was empty, but the scent of Thorne lingered on the pillow. I sat up, blinking sleep from my eyes.He was already up and dressed—plain blue jeans that hugged his long legs and a crisp white shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and chest. The sleeves were rolled up, showing those strong forearms, and his hair was still a little damp from a shower. He looked unfairly good for this early.“You didn’t wake me,” I murmured, voice still husky.Thorne turned from the small mirror where he’d been fixing his collar, his eyes softening the moment they landed on me. He crossed the room in two strides and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down to press a slow kiss to my forehead.“I didn’t want to disturb you, lamb. You needed the sleep. I want

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    All Yours…

    Mia.Thorne didn’t give me time to catch my breath. His mouth started trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my body—collarbone, the valley between my breasts, the soft underside of each one, then lower over my ribs and stomach like he was worshipping every inch. He peeled the bunched-up nightdress completely off me and tossed it aside, leaving me naked and flushed beneath him. His cock was rock-hard, thick and heavy, nudging insistently against my slick entrance as he settled between my thighs.But he didn’t push inside. Not yet.Instead, he slid further down the bed, strong hands gripping my hips and dragging me toward his face. His tongue traced the mess he’d already made of me—licking slow, filthy stripes up my inner thighs, cleaning the cum that had dripped down my skin. Every lap of his tongue made me shiver. My thighs tried to clamp around his head on instinct, but he growled and pried them wider, spreading me obscenely open with those big palms.“Oh my God… fuck…” The cry

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    I Want More…

    Mia.“We’ll go see your grandmother tomorrow. Okay?” Thorne said the second we stepped inside the room, dropping the shopping bags by the door.“Okay.” My voice came out tighter than I wanted.“Take a bath. I’ll order us some dinner.” He brushed a kiss against my temple, but I just nodded and slipped into the bathroom.The hot water did nothing to wash away the knot in my stomach. That phone call kept replaying—“If you are ready to agree to my terms…” Not his aunt. Definitely not. When I came out, hair damp and skin flushed, Thorne was already reaching for his phone on the table.“You should take a bath too,” I said.“Absolutely.” He grabbed the phone like it was nothing.“Are you going to take it into the bathroom with you?” I asked, stepping closer.“I might get an important call. I need to pick it up.”“It’s a shower, Thorne. It’ll take two minutes. Any call can wait.” I walked right up to him and plucked the phone from his hand before he could argue. He gave me a long look but

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    It Hurts To Want More…

    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,

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-04

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    It’s All Yours, Reverend…🌶️🌶️🌶️

    Mia. “God… my filthy little lamb. You’re so perfect,” he praised, his words low and reverent, like a prayer twisted into something darker. “You’re beautiful. Everything about you, Mia,” he muttered, voice thick with hunger as his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. He pulled them d

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-03

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Falling For Him…

    Mia.“We’ll see you around more often?” Jesus. I had to scoff at those words the second they left her mouth, aimed right at Thorne like some flirty little invitation. I was pissed. Furious, really.What the hell was that? What was wrong with my mother? She wasn’t feeling well—she still looked

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-02

  • The Reverend And His Plaything    Don’t Tempt Me…

    Thorne.Everything twisted the second Mia’s face filled my screen. It wasn’t the usual filthy, hungry smile she wore when I praised her, when she knew exactly what those words did to me. This was different—raw, red-rimmed eyes, cheeks blotchy, nose running. My grip on the phone tightened unti

    last updateآخر تحديث : 2026-04-02
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