Semua Bab Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 11Father Elias’ POVWeeks later…Sleep had turned into a battlefield for me since that night.I dreamed of her every time I closed my eyes. Not gentle dreams or repentant ones but raw, recalled visions that left me hard and gasping for air before dawn.In the dream, I was back at the altar, her legs locked around my waist as her nails dug deep into my shoulders. She whispered blasphemies into my mouth and ears as I fucked her senseless, each thrust pulling out black smoke right from her lungs as the chapel was filled with the smell of burning incense and sex. I came inside her again and again, watching my seed drip out of her like unholy oil, anointing her thighs, the stone and my trembling hands. Each time she came, the devil howled, then laughed. Like it had won.I jolted awake, drenched in sweat, my sheets twisted around my legs with my cock throbbing painfully against my stomach. The room smelled of my own shame.I hadn’t returned to the chapel since. I couldn’t. The thou

Chapter 13.Jaxon’s POVPractice dragged like it was trying to torture me.Every sprint, every drill, every whistle from coach felt like it was keeping me far from her. From Elena. My cock had been half-hard since last night, since I’d left her on the kitchen floor, her pussy dripping my cum. I kept replaying it: the way she clenched around me when I told her I was going to fill her again, the way she whispered “yes” like she was starving.I needed to get out of here immediately.Coach was blowing his whistle, running suicides when I jogged over, breathing hard. “Coach, I gotta bounce. My stomach’s all messed up. I think I ate something bad.”I clutched my stomach trying to act like I was in pain. He eyed me skeptically. Honestly from the way I was acting stiff, I knew my acting skills were trash but I had to try either way.A creamy pussy is at stake!“You sure? We got cardio in twenty.”“Yeah. I swear. I’d run extra laps tomorrow coach.”He waved me off. “Go… but be back in an hour

Chapter 15(Lesbian x Threesome.)Mia’s POVI don’t even know how to start this without sounding like a complete mess.Maybe because I am.Lori and I were walking across the hallway that afternoon with our fingers intertwined as we were laughing loudly about some stupid article in that Teenage magazine she swears by even though I had no interest in them. She said they were something about pastel nails, bbls and the biggest tea about the top power lesbian couples.She circled my palm with her fingers softly, the way she does whenever she’s calm or excited about something, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.Until that airhead appeared.Brent.He stepped right into our path, blocking us as two of his idiot friends trailed stupidly behind him, looking more like his dogs than companions.“Well…well…well…” he slurred, putting on the same smug grin with his cap placed backward, exuding that same energy that makes you want to punch him and then immediately hate yourself for the thoug

Chapter 17Mia’s POVIt's been three days since then.Three days since I've seen Lori or even stepped foot on campus.I spent three days lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and replaying that bleacher scene like a loop on some porn reel. Lori’s moans, Brent’s smirk, the way her body arched when he slapped her ass. The way she screamed “daddy” like she’d been hungry for him.It all made my brain itch so badly.Mom came knocking yesterday, speaking calmly as she tried to figure out what’s wrong with me.“Baby, you okay? You’ve been in there forever.”I managed to croak out that I was sick. Partially true. My throat was hurting so bad from crying, my stomach twisted with betrayal, and between my legs? A constant, throbbing ache that had nothing to do with illness and mostly to do with Brent’s fingers, his voice and that… thing between his legs.I was sick of Lori lying to me.And sicker of how badly I wanted the man who helped her do it.I remembered that afternoon in the couple’s park

Chapter 19Alex’s POVI noticed Chloe has been pulling away these last few weeks. The signs were little at first, texts left on read longer than usual, her rolling away in bed instead of cuddling with me giving excuses about work stress or headaches whenever I tried to initiate anything. I told myself it was nothing, she probably exerted herself and she was just tired. Afterall, marriage wasn’t all fireworks; sometimes it was quiet routine. I’d always been a good husband; cooking breakfast, handling bills, surprising her with flowers, totally forgetting the total bad boy I was. As long as she’s happy right?Two days before my birthday, I was in the kitchen flipping eggs when she came up behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist, her soft tits pressing into my back. She wore a thin piece of nightgown, completely see through. Fuck, she looked like sin wrapped in innocence. My cock twitched instantly at the sight of her ass swaying as she’d hopped down the stairs earlier, the gown