All Chapters of Sinful Desires & Fantasies: A steamy Collection : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I sat on the sofa, legs crossed, watching Gerald kneel in front of me like a pathetic puppy. His eyes were red and desperate, hands reaching for mine every few seconds. Mr. Lincoln had stepped out to give us “privacy,” but I could still feel his presence somewhere in the house, probably listening.“Why do you have to do this, Seraph?” Gerald begged, voice cracking. “We can fix this. I swear.”I let out a dry laugh. “Fix what? You stabbed me in the back and twisted the knife, Gerald. You had a whole girl on the side the entire time we were together. Why start something with me if you already had someone who liked you? That’s creepy as hell.”“She doesn’t mean anything,” he said quickly. “Aliyah is just some girl from high school. The bond wasn’t even that deep at first. I messed up over time, but it’s not what you think.”I chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “A high school lover and you say it’s nothing deep? Please.”“Babe, please…” He crawled closer on his knees. “What did my da

Melanie's povI was dragged to the church in a split second or few minutes and I don't even know how we got there fast.My heart was already thumping, my chest heaving as I begged my Mum.“Mum, I'm an adult now, don't make this weird, what possibly can I tell the father,I can't tell him that he'd be very disappointed in me” i dragged my legs as I told my Mum.Only a few children were in church and we were a few steps from entering the church.“You should have thought of that before you got yourself something to play with,you very well know that all those are vanity Melan”she screamed at me but I scoffed."vanities Mum, the very reason you should let me enjoy myself, I get only to live once, please mum don't do this to me, please don't Mum, I don't want to confess anything, why should I confess? Tell me what the hell do you want me to confess to someone that holy, tell me Mum, give me any punishment but I won't let you do this to me" "Then maybe when you're through telling him, the gu

Melanie's pov "You've been thinking of me the whole time?" His voice was low, surprised and had a tinge of curiosity in it but I nodded anyway."You've thought of my penis doing unlawful things to you and your bottom, you've been thinking and lusting about me ever since I came to this parish?" Those questions all ended with a nod as I looked at him waiting for an answer."You make me think there's a hope of something, not beautiful but ecstatic and I don't want my mind going far." I told him plainly.The curtains closed abruptly and I stood there waiting for whatever he might say when he sat back down but was very surprised when he came through an opening at the far end of the room.I never knew the room had a door since it has always been dimly lit.His white regalia flowed on the floor as I looked at him, his sharp jawline and that face of his that made me want to go on my fours and beg him to sex me while I licked the cap of his cock like a lollipop.He came closer, his face expre

Melanie's pov My legs were killing me. Every step sent a sweet, aching reminder between my thighs, but I didn’t mind. Not even a little. If anything, I loved it. I loved it so much that a crazy part of me already wanted to turn around and go back to the church for another round.That was everything I had fantasized about for over a year.I slowed down as I got closer to the house, trying to steady my breathing and come up with a believable story. There was no way I could tell my mum the truth — that the man she respected so much had just fucked her daughter senseless in the confession booth.I pushed the door open quietly. Mum was in the kitchen, flour all over her hands and the floor. She looked like she was stress-baking again. The second she saw me, her eyes narrowed.“Aren’t you supposed to greet me?” she asked, holding onto the kitchen door.“Afternoon, Mother,” I muttered, keeping my voice flat.She shook her head. “Where are you coming from?”I sighed. I knew this was coming.

Chapter Eight Melanie We were still panting, bodies slick with sweat, when a firm knock sounded on the door. My heart slammed against my ribs. Someone was out there — and they knew exactly what had just happened in this room. I could feel it. I looked at Father Kentucky with wide, terrified eyes. I should have grabbed my clothes the second we finished. Instead, I was standing there naked, cum still leaking down my thighs. “You didn’t tell me you were expecting someone!” I hissed, trying to cover my breasts and pussy with my hands. He gave me a calm look. “Don’t be quick to conclude. And stop covering up.” Before I could argue, he walked to the door and opened it. Sister Rosa stepped inside. My stomach dropped. The same Sister Rosa who sang like an angel every Sunday, the one everyone called the most holy and dedicated sister in the choir. She looked straight at my naked body, her eyes lingering on my breasts like she was sizing me up. “What’s going on?” I asked, v