บททั้งหมดของ Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Estelle~ Time was no longer on our side and we both knew this wouldn't happen again. I shut my eyes, hating the gritty feeling of unshed tears. “God, Rowan. Do you have to question everything? Just bite me enough to leave a mark.” He hesitated so long, I suddenly wished I could see his face, even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to identify any of the emotions he was actually feeling. He was too good at keeping things locked down. Finally, Rowan moved, thrusting into me slowly. He wasn’t moving fast, but he also wasn’t giving me time to adjust. I whimpered and jerked forward, trying to escape the endless onslaught of his giant cock, but he tightened his grip on my hips, pinning me in place. Each fingertip dug deliciously into my skin, a constellation of pain on each hip. I knew even without looking that I’d sport his bruises later. His dug into my shoulders and I moaned out in pleasure. I felt like he was breaking me down, shattering my already jagged edges

Lily The following week, I was already preparing for church, I picked out a low v-neck blouse that showed off my cleavage along with a deep blue skirt to church.Beneath my skirt I decided on a pair of sheer red thong panties with a matching bra.For some reason, dressing in sexy underwear made me feel holy and better about myself.It made me feel more desirable, more sexy, more feminine which was something I hadn't felt since my jerk husband abandoned me after the death of our child.Unsurprisingly, my panties were already soaked by the time I arrived at the church.There was something about Father Evans that sent me ablaze with passion, it wasn't just the idea of being alone with him but also the wild imaginations running through my head.When I stepped into the office he was on a call, Father Evans was dressed in plain black trousers and a black shirt with white collar.I closed the door behind me and removed my coat, hanging it on the coat rack next to the door. Then I carefully

LilyThere was no way he was expecting me to walk into mass with a vibrating buttplug in my add, right?But before I could say a thing, he interrupted my thoughts, “Get dressed, walk into mass with that buttplug in your ass, and once mass is over I want you to come back to my office, undress and wait for me in this same position; on your knees, legs apart and hands behind your back, is that clear?”His gaze bore into me and I swear I could feel my knees turn into puddle.“Yes, Father.” I hurried to my clothes on the floor and re-dressed myself as Father Evans amused himself changing the settings on the plug. Before we left to go out into the church, he turned it off. Oh, so it was like that.I sat in one of the back pews during mass, being careful enough to follow along as though there wasn’t a plug in my butt, or the fact during each kneeling prayer the vibrator would come to life.I’d try to ignore for as long as I could but it was impossible, Father Evans played with the remote a

Maxwell Wilde was everything I could ever want in a man. Perfect teeth, a whole foot taller than me, green eyes that looked like they could slice through glass, that low-key athletic build hidden under tweed jackets, and—best of all—the man was brilliant. Not just “oh, he reads a lot” smart, but professor of philosophy could ruin my GPA and my life in the same hour kind of smart.The perfect ten.But here’s the kicker: the man hated me. At least, that’s how it felt. And the worst part? I could swear we’d never even spoken directly. He ignored every suggestion I raised in class, returned the tie I gave him for his birthday—through a third party, like I was some random stalker—and didn’t even say thank you. Rude.For context, it wasn’t just me celebrating his birthday. We, the entire class, organized a little party. So yes, a gift was appropriate. And yes, he’s single. My point still stands.“Earth to Mandy.”My best friend’s voice snapped me back to reality—or rather, the large, echoin

It was surprising because naturally I would have slapped any other man who disrespected me in that regard but my pussy gushed every time I obeyed him.His demands were arousing to say the least.Without a second thought I drew closer to his crotch fumbling a bit with his zipper as I unzipped him, I’d never unzipped anything with my mouth; I was clumsy and fumbling and flushed with shame as I tried my best to get his zipper undone. He removed his belt, but stood there watching my shameful attempts, it was a shocker he didn't laugh but he didn't help either.I bobbed up and down, my mouth seeking the pull of the zipper, my cheeks brushed past his hard wrevyion and I could feel it harden further.I rubbed my cheeks again against cock, and ig jumped iy excitement.So my frustration was turning him on? Lovely.It gave me the zeal to finish the task at hand and after many attempts to grab the zipper between my teeth he finally took pity on me.“Stay still,” he growled. He reached for the