บททั้งหมดของ ALL YOURS: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

I thought once would be enough. It only made me need him more.After that first night in his bed, I was ruined. My body craved him constantly — a low, throbbing ache that never fully went away. Every time I closed my eyes I felt him stretching me, filling me, coming deep inside. The memory of his mouth eating his own cum out of me made me wet in the middle of the day. I was addicted, and the last two days of Mom’s vacation became a haze of stolen touches and desperate fucking.Day 6 started in his kitchen while the coffee brewed.I’d slipped over early, still in the tank top I’d slept in. Damien was at the counter in nothing but gray sweatpants, hair messy from sleep. The second I walked in he spun me around, bent me over the cool granite, and shoved the tank top up. No words. He dropped to his knees, spread my ass, and licked me from behind — long, filthy strokes of his tongue over my pussy and up to my tight little hole until I was gripping the edge of the counter and moaning his

SIENNA’S POV**I barely slept.All night my mind replayed Father Lucian’s low command: “Wear nothing under that dress.”By the time the sun went down the next evening, my pussy was already swollen and slick with anticipation. I chose a simple white sundress — innocent on the outside, sinful underneath because there was nothing beneath it. No bra. No panties. Just bare, sensitive skin brushing against soft fabric every time I moved.My nipples were hard peaks pressing visibly against the thin material as I slipped into the empty church after dark. The candles flickered low, casting long shadows across the pews. My heart pounded so hard I could feel the pulse between my legs.The confessional booth waited like a confessor’s cage.I stepped inside, pulled the heavy curtain closed, and knelt on the padded bench. My bare pussy lips parted slightly as I settled, already coating the wood with a thin sheen of my arousal.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” I whispered, voice already breath

SIENNA’S POV**I was shaking by the time I reached the church the next night.The entire day had been torture. Every brush of fabric against my bare nipples, every shift of my thighs against my constantly slick pussy, reminded me of Father Lucian’s final command: *Leave the curtain open on your side.*I wore the same innocent white sundress, nothing underneath, just like he wanted. My cunt had been leaking steadily for hours. By the time I slipped through the side door after midnight, my inner thighs were glossy with arousal and my clit throbbed with every heartbeat.The church was completely empty. Only a few candles still burned near the altar, casting flickering golden light across the pews and the confessional booth in the far corner.My legs felt weak as I approached the booth. The heavy velvet curtain on my side was already pulled back, exactly as he’d ordered. The grate was still there, but now there was nothing hiding me from his view if he opened his door.I stepped inside, h

One of his hands slid around to rub tight circles on my clit while the other gripped my hair, pulling my head back so he could growl filthy words against my ear.“Look at you,” he rasped, slamming into me. “Bent over in the confessional like a whore, taking your priest’s cock so deep. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used in God’s house?”“Yes—yes—” I cried, pleasure building fast and sharp.“Your pussy is creaming all over me,” he continued, voice dark. “Squeezing me so fucking good. I can feel you fluttering around my cock. You’re going to come on your priest’s dick, aren’t you, Sienna?”I was so close. My walls clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft, the head dragging perfectly against my G-spot with every brutal thrust.“Come for me,” he commanded, rubbing my clit faster. “Come all over my cock right now.”The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train.My pussy spasmed violently around him, gushing hot and wet as wave after wave crashed through me. I cried out, bod

He curled them perfectly, stroking that spongy spot that made my vision blur.My juices coated his chin, his fingers, dripping onto the marble altar beneath me. The wet, obscene sounds of him eating my pussy echoed through the empty church.He ate me like he was taking communion — slow, deep, worshipful licks mixed with hungry sucks and filthy groans. Every time I got close he slowed down, drawing it out until I was whimpering and begging.“Please— I need to come— Father, please let me come on your tongue—”He pulled back just enough to look up at me, lips shiny with my cream, eyes dark with lust.“Not yet. I want you dripping and desperate when I finally fuck you on this altar.”He added a third finger, stretching me wider, pumping them in and out while his tongue returned to my clit. The pressure built unbearably — a tight, coiling heat in my belly that made my thighs shake violently.When he finally sucked my clit hard and curled his fingers just right, I shattered.My orgasm cras