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BLESS ME, FATHER(3)
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2026-04-27 03:29:35
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Twenty Shades Of Sin: Taboo Desires Fucking my Father's Best friend(2)
Chapter 2: The Pool HouseMy body was burning from the inside out. My pussy kept clenching around nothing, still soaked from dinner when Marcus had looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his low, rough voice in my head:“You’re not wearing a bra, little girl.”“Be careful tonight, princess.”The words kept replaying, making me wetter. My clit was throbbing so badly it hurt. I had already touched myself twice in bed, but it wasn’t enough. My fingers felt pathetic compared to what I imagined his thick cock would feel like stretching me open.At 1:37 a.m., I gave up pretending.I slipped out of bed wearing only a tiny pink silk robe that barely reached the bottom of my ass. No panties. My nipples were already hard, brushing against the smooth fabric with every step. My heart hammered as I quietly crept downstairs and out the back door toward the pool house.The guest house where *he* was staying.The sliding glass door was unlocked, just like
Twenty Shades Of Sin: Taboo Desires Fucking my Father's Best friend(1)
Chapter 1: The ReturnMy thighs were slick before his car even pulled into the driveway.I was supposed to be helping Mom set up for the welcome dinner, but instead I was upstairs in my childhood bedroom, fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy, biting my lip so hard it almost bled. The fan spun lazily above me, doing nothing to cool the heat crawling over my skin.Marcus Hale was coming tonight.Daddy’s best friend. The man I’ve wanted since I was eighteen and too young to even say it out loud. Now I’m twenty-one, home from college for the summer, and he’s my father’s new business partner. Officially. Dangerously. Permanently in our lives.I pumped my fingers faster, imagining his big, rough hands instead of mine. Those hands that used to ruffle my hair when I was a kid. The same hands I now fantasize wrapping around my throat while he calls me a dirty little girl for wanting her Daddy’s best friend.A low whimper escaped me as my pussy clenched hard around my fingers. I was dripp
Twenty Shades Of Sin: Taboo Desires BLESS ME, FATHER(5)
CHAPTER 5Midnight arrives like a sin already committed(which it was...)The convent is asleep, no bells, no footsteps, only the faint creak of old wood settling and the distant hoot of an owl beyond the walls. I leave my cell barefoot, habit discarded on the narrow bed, wearing only the thin linen shift that clings to my sweat-damp skin. The rosary is looped around my wrist like a bracelet no longer a prayer tool, but a tether.The corridor is black except for slivers of moonlight through high windows. I move silently, heart slamming against my ribs, every step heavier with the knowledge of what I’m walking toward.The chapel door is unlocked.I push it open.He’s waiting at the high altar.Candles everywhere dozens lit along the reredos, the side chapels, the communion rail turning the space into a golden cave. The air is thick with beeswax and incense, warm, heady. Father Rossi stands beneath the crucifix, still in cassock but sleeves rolled, collar unbuttoned at the throat. His ha
Twenty Shades Of Sin: Taboo Desires BLESS ME, FATHER (4)
CHAPTER 4The rest of Wednesday drags like slow honey every bell, every chore, every whispered prayer stretching the hours until compline. I move through the convent in a haze, hands busy but mind elsewhere. The garden roses seem to mock me with their open petals. The kitchen steam clings to my skin like guilt. Even the children in catechism class notice; little Anna tugs my sleeve and asks if I’m sick. I smile, tell her I’m only tired. It’s the closest thing to truth I can manage.Compline ends. The sisters file out in their soft shuffle of habits and sandals. I linger in the last pew until the chapel is empty, then slip toward the sacristy door at the side of the altar. My heart hammers so hard I’m sure the stones can hear it.The door is ajar. A thin line of candlelight spills into the corridor.I push it open.He’s already inside.Father Rossi—Luca—stands near the small altar that holds the reserved sacrament. The room is narrow, lined with vestment cupboards, shelves of missals,
Twenty Shades Of Sin: Taboo Desires BLESS ME, FATHER(3)
CHAPTER 3Tuesday arrives like a held breath, the convent wakes the same way it always does bell at dawn, feet on cold stone, murmured prayers—but everything feels sharper now, edged. Colors brighter. Sounds closer. My skin too aware of the wool brushing against it.I spend the morning in the garden again, kneeling among the roses. The thorns catch at my sleeves more than usual today, as if the plants themselves are restless. I clip dead blooms with careful snips, each cut precise, deliberate. My mind keeps drifting to yesterday—to the way his voice wrapped around my name, the brush of fingers when he handed me the rosary, the quiet command: Bring your rosary tomorrow.I have it in my pocket now. The beads press against my thigh through the fabric, a small, constant reminder.After midday prayer I report to the chapel as instructed. The doors are already open. Father Rossi is there, arranging the missal on the lectern for the afternoon confessions. He doesn’t look up immediately when
Twenty Shades Of Sin: Taboo Desires BLESS ME, FATHER (2)
CHAPTER 2The days after Father Rossi’s arrival settled into a new rhythm, one I hadn’t anticipated. The convent continues its quiet turning prayers, chores, meals in silence but now there is an undercurrent, a subtle vibration that hums beneath every task. His presence changes the light in the chapel, makes the stone walls feel closer, the air thicker. I tell myself it is imagination. I tell myself to focus on God.But God feels distant this week.On Monday morning Mother Superior summons me to her small office after terce. The room smells of old books and lavender, her desk neat as a soldier’s kit. She regards me over half-moon spectacles, hands folded.“Sister Celeste,” she begins, voice measured, “Father Rossi has requested assistance during confession hours. The village penitents have begun to come more regularly since his arrival. He needs someone reliable to manage the flow—lighting candles, offering prayer cards, ensuring order.”My stomach dips, a slow, rolling sensation. “M
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