All Chapters of FORBIDDEN LUSTS (Erotica collection): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

CHAPTER 160Saliva dripped down my chin as I struggled to keep up with both priests' rhythm. Father Micheal growled low in his throat, "His mouth looks like heaven... Look at that tongue," he praised as I swirled my tongue around Father Baron's sensitive head. "And this fucking sweet ass..." he added, slamming into me with forceful strokes intended to make me cry out."Mmph! Nnnngh!" I moaned loudly around Father Baron's dick, my body convulsing with pleasure as Father Micheal hit my sensitive spot over and over again. I could feel their thick, hard manhoods stretching me to my limits, filling me completely.Father Baron suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, holding me still as he began to fuck my mouth vigorously. His heavy balls slapped against my chin with each thrust while Father Micheal matched his pace, drilling into my ass with equal ferocity. The room echoed with the sounds of our labored breathing and wet, squelching noises.My eyes watered as Father Baron used my mouth

Chapter 162WILL’S POVFather Michael’s lips curled into something feral, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he stared down at me with my tongue out and cheeks flushed, my whole appearance practically begging without saying another word.“Good fucking boy.”He fisted the base of his cock, slick and shining from both our mouths, and dragged the swollen head across my tongue again letting me taste the mix of spit and pre-cum and the faint salt of Baron’s throat.Then he shifted his grip to my hair, yanking my head back just enough to force my eyes up to meet his.“Both of you. Side by side. Tongues out. Now.”Baron moved instantly, almost eagerly, scooting closer on his knees until our shoulders brushed.His face was wrecked, with red-rimmed eyes, spit-slick chin and his lips swollen and glistening.He looked debauched in a way I never imagined the strict, buttoned-up priest could. And fuck, it made my cock throb harder.We knelt there like we were obedient altar boys, our tong

Chapter 164When my ass met his thighs I shuddered so hard my teeth clacked.Michael’s hands slid up my ribs, thumbs brushing my nipples until they peaked painfully.“Move.”I rolled my hips experimentally. The drag was devastating. I felt every inch, every vein as I lifted maybe an inch and dropped again, harder than I meant to, and Michael’s growl vibrated through both of us.“Just like that. Do it again.”I obeyed.Up. Down. Slow at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that made my cock slap wetly against his stomach with every descent. Precum smeared between us, sticky and obscene. My hands found his shoulders for balance; his nails dug into my hips, controlling the pace when I started to falter.“Good boy,” he breathed against my throat. “Look at you. Fucking yourself on a priest.”I whimpered, head tipping forward so our foreheads touched. His breath was hot on my lips.“Faster.”I rode him harder. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the small room. My thighs burned and

BARON'S POVThe corridor was quiet as I walked, except for the echo of my own footsteps and my heartbeat as it roared in my ears.Midnight had come and gone. I should have been in my room, praying for forgiveness, pretending the afternoon never happened. Instead I was here, outside Father Michael’s private office.I knew I shouldn't be here. I knew it was wrong on so many levels, that it couldn't even be quantified.He’d warned us. No next time. No speaking of it. Ever. Break the rule and he’d destroy us… Our careers, reputations, everything. He’d meant it. I knew he meant it.And I pushed the door open anyway.The room glowed dimly by the light from the lamp and the lit candle.Father Michael sat behind his desk in black shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. He didn’t look up at me right away. Just kept writing, each flick of his pen deliberate to the bone.Then he lifted his head, his eyes immediately locking with mine.He set the pen down.“Father Baron.” His voice was low, cal

He groaned, his hips movement faltering for the first time. “Fuck. You’re dangerous, Baron.”“Then ruin me,” I pleaded. “Make sure I never forget. Fuck me until I can’t walk. Until I can’t think about anything but your cock.”He let go of my hair and both hands digging into my hips, fingers holding on hard enough to leave marks. He pounded into me with renewed vigor, relentless in his chase.“You want to be marked?” he growled. “You want to feel me for days?”“Yes. God, yes. Bruise me. Fill me. Make it hurt tomorrow when I sit in the pews. Make me remember every second of this.”His breathing turned ragged. “You’re going to feel me tomorrow. Every time you move. Every time you kneel to pray. You’re going to ache and you’re going to get hard thinking about why.”“I already do,” I gasped. “I’m hard just thinking about it. About you owning me. About you coming inside me again.”He leaned down, chest pressed to my back, his mouth right beside my ear. “Then take it. Take every fucking inch