Semua Bab FORBIDDEN LUSTS (Erotica collection): Bab 171 - Bab 180

Will's POVI should have turned around. I should have ran.But I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I tried.My feet walked me forward when Father Michael said, “Both of you. On your knees.”We dropped at the same time. The ground made my knees hurt but the pain only made the heat in my body burn hotter.Father Michael paced in front of us, the want and desire clear on his face. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Two priests on their knees in the middle of the night. Hard and leaking for me. Begging without even saying the words.”Baron whimpered beside me. I felt the heat of his body, the faint vibrations in his shoulders.Father Michael stopped behind me. His hand slid into my hair, tugged my head back gently at first, then harder. “Tell me why you’re here, Father Will. Let the words be said. Let the whole world know what a punishment loving slut you are.”“I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered. “I heard… I heard Baron. I heard the sounds. I knew what was happening and I… I needed to see it. N

His name kept falling out of my lips like a prayer as he pounded deeper, hands bruising my hips, cock hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. Baron’s breathing turned harsh, precum dripping in long strings to the floor. “I can’t… I need…” Father Michael reached around me, wrapped his fist around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, Will. Come in his mouth. Give him everything.” The command shattered me. “Fathee Michael!” I cried out, my cock pulsing in Father Michael’s grip as I spilled hot and thick cum across Baron’s waiting tongue. Baron opened wide, catching every drop of cum swallowing greedily, eyes never leaving where Father Michael was still buried inside me, still fucking me through the after orgasm. When the last of it left me, Father Michael pulled out, turned me gently, and pushed me down to my knees in front of Baron. “Now you,” he told Baron, his voice commanding him. “Come for us. Come from watching me fuck him, come strai

2.He jerked himself hard, his thick juicy cock like he was chasing something he couldn’t quite reach. I could see the muscles in his forearm flexing, the way his muscles moved. His cock was even bigger than I imagined. Thick. Heavy. And darker than the rest of him, veins standing out under his erection. The head was swollen, shiny with precum and water. Every time his fist dragged up, a bead of precum pooled at the head before getting washed away.I couldn’t breathe. That should have been me. I should have been licking it off.My own dick was so hard it ached. I wanted to drop to my knees right there on the wet floor. I wanted to crawl into the shower and open my mouth for him. I wanted him to grab my hair and feed me every inch until I choked.“Oh fuck.” He groaned low and my stomach clenched. I could tell he was close by the way his shoulders tensed and the way his head dropped lower, the way he chanted, “Fuck fuck fuck,” over and over again.I should have left. I should

4I whimpered, my hips bucking uselessly. I needed more. Needed him to touch me. Needed anything.He must have seen it, the desperation in my eyes, because his other hand dropped, big palm wrapping around my leaking cock.I cried out around him, the sound coming out broken even to my own ears and I knew i was gone. Ruined for any other person. He stroked me once, twice, rough and fast, matching the rhythm of his hips.My whole body shook. I was already so close, had been since the moment I saw him jerking off. His fist felt huge around me, calloused, perfect.He pulled out of my mouth suddenly, leaving me gasping, spit stringing from my lips to his cock.“Up,” he ordered, his voice gravel and smoke.I scrambled to my feet, legs shaky. Before I could catch my breath, he spun me around, pressed my chest to the cold tile wall.His big body caged me in from behind. One arm banded across my chest. The other hand slid down, rough fingers finding my hole, circling, pressing.“You ever been

“Yeah?” He pressed harder. “You gonna come just from my fingers?”“Maybe,” I moaned. “If you keep, oh fuck, doing that.”He pulled his fingers out suddenly. I whined at the loss.“Patience, kid.”I heard him push his sweatpants down then felt the blunt head of his cock nudge my hole.“Tell me you want it,” he rasped.“I want it,” I said immediately. “Want you inside me. Right now.”“Beg.”“Please, Liam.” I arched back. “Fuck me. Fill me up again. I need it.”He pushed in, with one long, steady thrust until his hips met my ass.I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out but I couldn’t stop the low, “Fuck” coming out my mouth.“Too much?” he asked, voice strained, holding still.“No,” I gasped. “Don’t stop. Move.”He pulled back slowly, then slammed in hard.I choked on a moan.“Quiet,” he warned again. “Or I stop.”“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hissed.He chuckled low, the sound dark from him. Then he started fucking me in earnest wihh deep, punishing strokes. “Feel that?” he growled. “F