Daddy's little Saint のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

CHAPTER 4Riley's POVI spent all day nervous. Mason hadn't looked at me once. Hadn't spoken to me. Just gave me that dark, intense stare from across the dining hall.Owen's cum had dried between my thighs, a constant reminder of what we'd done.At 9:45 PM, I walked to Mason's cabin. The lights were off except for a single lamp.I knocked."Come in."I opened the door. Mason was sitting on his bed, elbows on his knees, staring at me."Close the door. Lock it."I did."Come here."I walked over slowly. When I was close enough, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me between his legs."I smelled him on you all day," he said. "His cum. Inside you.""Mason—""Did you like it? Having him fuck you raw?""Yes.""Did he make you come?""Yes."His jaw clenched. "And now you're here. Still full of his cum. Standing in front of me.""I can shower—""No." His hands went to my shorts, unbuttoning them. "I want to see it."He pulled my shorts and panties down. I stepped out of them."Spread your legs."I

Riley's POVCaleb stepped aside, letting Owen and Mason in. I sat up in bed, pulling the sheet over my naked body.All three of them stared at each other, tension thick in the air."So that's how it is?" Owen said, his voice tight. "You get to keep her all night while we wait?""I don't remember us agreeing to a schedule," Caleb shot back."That's the fucking problem," Mason growled. "We didn't agree to anything. We're all just fucking her whenever we want and hoping the others are okay with it.""I'm right here," I said.They ignored me."Maybe we need ground rules," Owen suggested."Like what?" Caleb crossed his arms. "You get her Mondays and Wednesdays? That's bullshit.""Then what do you suggest?" Mason stepped closer. "Because right now, we're all ready to tear each other apart over her.""Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" I stood up, letting the sheet fall. All three sets of eyes immediately dropped to my naked body."You want to know what I think?" I asked. "I think yo

CHAPTER 8Riley I went straight to Mason's cabin. They were all there, waiting."Jake knows," I said."We know," Caleb said. "He called us in right after you. Gave us the same ultimatum.""What are we going to do?""We're not ending this," Mason said firmly. "Fuck what Jake says.""But he'll kick me out.""Then we leave too," Owen said."What?""We're not staying here without you," Caleb explained. "If Jake kicks you out, we all go.""You can't do that. This is your job.""We don't care," Mason interrupted. "You're more important.""But Jake—""Fuck Jake," Mason said. "We're going to talk to him. Make him understand.""He won't listen—""Then we'll make him listen," Caleb said. "Together."We found Jake in his cabin an hour later. All four of us."What the fuck is this?" Jake asked when he saw us."We need to talk," Caleb said. "All of us.""There's nothing to talk about.”"Yes, there is," Owen interrupted. "You're our best friend. And she's your sister. We need you to understand thi

Esther's povHis long fingers stroked me, just before pushing into me slowly. My heart is pounding and beating so fast. I imagine Father Dominic’s hands on me,as I finger myself, increasing my pace. Just then I felt Father Dominic’s eyes on me.I raise my head slowly to meet his eyes while fingering myself and for a moment I nearly feel like dropping dead and I swallow hard, my heart feeling like it was in my throat. When Father Dominic’s doesn't call me out and reprimand me, I feel powerful. I blush, but I still can’t stop. I haven't reached my climax yet. I clamp my mouth shut trying not to moan. Father Dominic’s eyes are still glued to me, but he stops preaching, focusing his gaze on me entirely. I cum and slowly retract my hand from under my dress and provocatively lick my fingers. Just then I feel my mother bump into me and I nearly jump out of my skin thinking she noticed me, but she was only sleeping and accidentally leaned over to me. I sigh inwardly. Father Dominic’s ey

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