All Chapters of My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Hunter's POV The gate's car type recognition system beeped, allowing the gate to open manually while I drove in. The drive to Hazel's place had lasted for about forty minutes; all thanks to how fast my car was. It would've probably taken an hour. His house was situated at Henderson estate, south of Nevada. The area was indeed great, with houses that seemed like Five Star resorts with beautiful gardens, thatched hut, swimming pools, water fountains and the rest. I drove into his aboard, surrounded by wonderful ornamental vegetation that were trimmed into different and yet beautiful shapes that led to the house. In front of the house was a water fountain, adding a touch of elegance to the outdoor space. " I'm sure you're going to love the house", my mother in-law, Mrs Mcman said when she had driven me to the house the day before yesterday, " Hazel is usually very well reserved and likes to keep his things orderly", she said, inputting the house code and ushering me in. I could

Hazel's POV His blue eyes. That was all I could see and just looking at them made me feel as if I was floating, all alone on a vast blue sea. But then something distracted me, a little pain in-between my legs, together a feeling that something was stroking me. " What the hell am I doing?" I thought to myself, jumping off of him from the floor only for my already hard dick to tear out of my underwear as I was standing up, fully erect like a giant anaconda right in front of Hunter. I fell silent. He fell silent too, and the only sound I could hear was the yucky sound of my dick growing harder and harder, getting even painful and brick-firm. I stared down at it and at Hunter, back to it again and back again at Hunter. His eyes were almost falling out of their sockets but I was quite convinced that mine had already fallen out, probably rolling somewhere on the floor. " Shit!" I exclaimed after ten seconds of staring back and forth at my anaconda and at Hunter which quite

Hunter's POV I was already late for class and Dr Peter was a no nonsense man when it came to keeping time. I walked briskly to my car and zoomed off as soon as I turned on the ignition, not bothering myself with warming the car. I was actually placed on probation from driving after that particular run in with the cops but breaking the law was an expertise of Hunter; an unwanted expertise. I thought I would've had trauma driving after what happened to my dad but such a feeling didn't suffice; I wonder why movies always portrayed characters with trauma after unlikable incidents, like how Sung Jun in 'She Was Pretty' couldn't drive under the rain after the traumatic accident of his mother. I got to the parking area at exactly 9:00 O'clock; Dr Peter should already be in class. I ran out of my car and into the lecture hall not minding the stares I got from people - yeah, it was weird running like a man with a red rag in a bull ring, but I totally wasn't ready to stay out of Dr

Hazel's POV Her eyes were blinking in expectancy for the answer as I drew back a little on my chair, the expression on her face far from being discreet. " Mrs Yang, I mean, why would that bother you? It is my business if I decide to have sex with my husband", I was starting to get a little bit annoyed. Discussing such matters with her was far from being formal and would likely threaten our employer - employee relationship. " No, it is not only your business", she said with certainty, just like how my nanny had convinced a five year old me that Santa Claus was real, only for me to pull the old man's beard and have it fall to the floor right in his face. " Sir, you're unhappy, someone like you who just got married shouldn't be this unhappy". " And how is that any of your business Mrs Yang?" I was really beginning to find it amusing. " Because it will not affect only you; it will affect every one of your employees". I was speechless, " what do you mean? How will me.....not i

Hunter's POV That damn cop. He surely was not raised by a mother when he treated me that way. Me, Hunter Caspian Middleton, of all people, and he even made me leave my car by the road side, only to be dragged to the station in his deranged doughnut-smelling siren car, and I'm pretty sure that by the time we're done, I was going to have a parking ticket in my official record; way to go officer. The exterior of the station was adorned with flowers and marble floors, leading up to a giant statue of an unidentifiable person whose identity was literally of no use to me at the moment, only that he seems to have been a good looking man. If only he was that big in real life, watching him take off his pants would literally give me great joy - stupid me thinking about unholy stuff. I bet there'll be plenty of time for that in jail. Behind the sexy giant statue was the magnificently magnificent building that had windows for doors, a seven storey building with a large sign that read ' The