All Chapters of Dirty Forbidden Confessions: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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HIS SPECIMEN (3)

The sensation is beyond anything I could have imagined.Hot liquid flooding directly into my womb, bypassing everything else, filling me at my deepest most intimate point. And everywhere his cum touches my insides, I cum too. The aphrodisiac in his seed triggering orgasm after orgasm until I'm convulsing and screaming and completely unable to stop.I watch my belly swell in real time. My flat stomach rounding out, stretching tight with the sheer volume of his seed pumping into me. I look heavily pregnant within minutes and he's still cumming, still flooding me with more, his cocks pulsing and twitching inside me."So full." His voice is completely wrecked. "Taking it so well. My perfect mate. My perfect incubator. Look at your belly. Look how much I'm giving you after three centuries of waiting.""I can't stop cumming." I'm sobbing, completely overwhelmed, the pleasure too intense for my brain to process. "Every time you pulse inside me I cum again. I can't make it stop.""That's the

DOUBLE TEAMED IN MY SLEEP (1)

It started three weeks ago.I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open, and when I peeked through barely-open eyes I saw both of them standing in my doorway. Jude and Jax, my twin stepbrothers, watching me sleep with expressions that made my stomach flip and my thighs press together.I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even and waited to see what they would do.That first night, they just watched. Stood there for twenty minutes while I pretended to be asleep, my heart pounding so hard I was sure they could hear it. Then they left, closing the door softly behind them.The second night, Jude sat on the edge of my bed while Jax stood guard at the door. His hand rested on my hip through the blanket, heavy and warm, and I had to fight to keep my breathing steady.By the end of the first week, they were touching me through my clothes. Jude's hand sliding up my thigh while Jax watched from the foot of the bed with dark hungry eyes. I'd lie there mot

DOUBLE TEAMED IN MY SLEEP (2)

Jude fucks me while Jax watches, his hand wrapped around my throat just tight enough that I feel my pulse against his palm. It's surreal, being between them like this, feeling Jude inside me while Jax controls my air supply and waits for his turn."You feel incredible." Jude's voice is strained, barely controlled. "Three weeks of touching you, dreaming about this, and the reality is better than anything I imagined.""Harder." I push back against him, wanting more. "You've been teasing me for three weeks. Stop holding back.""You heard her." Jax squeezes my throat slightly tighter. "She wants it harder. Give her what she wants."Jude groans and picks up the pace, slamming into me hard enough that the headboard taps against the wall. I gasp and moan and grab onto Jax's wrist where his hand circles my throat."That's it." Jax's thumb strokes my jaw while his fingers stay tight on my throat. "Tell me what my brother's cock feels like inside you.""So good." The words come out breathy, int

DOUBLE TEAMED IN MY SLEEP (3)

Jax fucks differently than Jude.Where Jude is all aggressive energy, pounding into me hard and fast, Jax is slower and more controlled. He pins my wrists above my head and rolls his hips in grinding strokes that hit something inside me that makes my toes curl."Three weeks." He's staring down at me, his dark eyes never leaving mine. "Three weeks of touching you. Watching you pretend to sleep. Wanting this.""I wanted it too." I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper. "Every night I'd lie there wishing you'd go further. Wishing you'd stop teasing and just take me.""We wanted to make sure." He leans down and bites my neck, hard enough to leave a mark. "Wanted to know you really wanted us.""Jax." I grab his face and make him look at me. "I want you. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life."Something shifts in his expression, something raw and vulnerable that he usually keeps hidden. He kisses me then, deep and consuming, and I taste his desperation on my tongue."You'r

MY PRIEST USED AND BRED ME (1)

I’ve been watching Father Dominic for six months. Every Sunday mass, front pew, watching his hands as he lifts the chalice. Watching his mouth as he speaks the liturgy. Imagining those hands wrapped around my throat. That mouth between my legs. That voice telling me I’m going to hell while he fucks me into the mattress.He’s older. Mid-forties. Silver threading through dark hair at his temples. Hands that look strong when he grips the lectern. A voice that rumbles through the sanctuary and settles somewhere low in my belly every time he speaks.I’ve never believed in God. But I believe in Father Dominic.When my grandmother got sick, I saw my opportunity. I called the church and requested last rites. Asked for him specifically. Gave him my address and told him to come at ten, when I knew she’d be sedated and sleeping.He arrives exactly on time. I answer the door in a robe I bought specifically for tonight, thin enough to show the shadow of my nipples in the porch light. I watch his e

MY PRIEST USED AND BRED ME (2)

“You’re not wearing anything under this robe.” His fingers stroke through my wetness, exploring. “You planned this.”“From the moment I called the church.”“You lured me here.” He pushes two fingers inside and I moan, grinding down on his hand. “Set a trap for a priest.”“And you walked right in.” I clench around his fingers. “What does that say about you, Father?”“That I’m damned.” He curls his fingers and hits a spot that makes my vision swim. “That I’ve been damned since the first time I saw you.”He works me toward the edge, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing circles while his fingers fuck me in a rhythm that’s making me lose my mind. I’m riding his hand, my robe completely open now, and he’s watching my body like he’s memorizing sacred text.“I’m close.” I grab his wrist, holding him there. “Father, I’m so close, please.”He stops.“No.” I try to grind against his hand but he holds me still with his other arm. “Please, I need to cum.”“Not yet.” His eyes are dark, predatory, not

MY PRIEST USED AND BRED ME (3)

He’s thick. Hard. Leaking at the tip. I free him from his pants and wrap my hand around him and he shudders violently, a broken sound escaping his throat.“Twenty years.” His voice is strained, barely controlled. “I haven’t been touched in twenty years.”“I know.” I stroke him slow, learning his shape, his weight, the way he throbs against my palm. “That’s twenty years of wanting and denying and suffering. All for nothing.”“Not nothing.” His eyes meet mine. “It led me to you.”I stroke him faster and watch his composure crumble. Twenty years of celibacy and now my hand is wrapped around him and he looks like he might fall apart from this alone.“I’m going to make every year worth it,” I promise. “Every lonely night. Every cold bed. I’m going to make you forget all of it.”I pull him toward the bed and he follows without resistance, his vows forgotten, his collar still fastened around his neck. I lie back and pull him on top of me, guiding him between my thighs, positioning him at my

MY PRIEST USED AND BRED ME (4)

He cums with a broken moan that sounds like prayer and blasphemy combined. Ropes of it across my cheeks, my lips, my chin. I catch what I can on my tongue, swallowing, looking up at him with his seed dripping down my face.“God.” His voice is wrecked, ruined, nothing left of the composed priest who walked through my door. “Look at you.”I lick my lips, tasting him. Salt and musk and something that feels like victory. He watches me with an expression caught between devastation and worship, like he’s just witnessed something holy and profane at once.“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He grabs his shirt from where he tossed it and cleans my face with trembling hands, gentle after the filth. “The most beautiful sin I’ve ever committed.”“Was it worth it?” I let him wipe the cum from my cheeks, my chin, the corner of my mouth. “Twenty years of waiting?”“I would have waited forty.” He kisses my forehead, tender. “I would have waited my whole life for you. For this.”He pull

CAMPING WITH MY STEPDAD GONE WRONG (1)

The tension started on day one. Marcus came out of the lake shirtless, water running down his chest, and I watched a droplet trail from his collarbone down his stomach and disappear into his waistband. When I looked up, he was staring right at me. Neither of us looked away. He's been my stepdad for two years now. Married my mom when I was nineteen, moved into our house, became part of our family. I was supposed to see him as a father figure. Instead I saw broad shoulders and strong hands and grey at his temples that made my stomach flip. This camping trip was supposed to be family bonding. Three days in the wilderness, one big tent, quality time. Instead it's become three days of torture. Day one: His eyes on my legs when I wear shorts. The way he cleared his throat and looked away when I bent over to tie my hiking boots. Day two: My eyes on his back when he chops firewood, watching the muscles flex with every swing. Him catching me staring and holding my gaze for three seconds to

CAMPING WITH MY STEPDAD GONE WRONG (2)

His breathing changes and I feel his fingers tremble against my skin."This is wrong." But his hands don't leave my body. "She's right there. Your mother. My wife.""I know." I turn my head to look at him in the dim light. "I don't care.""We can't.""We already are."He exhales, and I feel the fight go out of him. His fingers find my bra clasp and undo it with one hand. The fabric loosens and falls away and he's touching my bare back, his palms sliding across my skin with nothing between us."I've imagined this." His voice is barely audible. "Lying in bed next to your mother, imagining what it would feel like to touch you like this. I felt like such a monster.""You're not a monster." I shift slightly and catch a glimpse of him in the faint moonlight coming through the tent fabric. His boxers are tented obscenely, his cock straining against the thin material. He's massive. Bigger than I imagined. "You're the man I've been fantasizing about for two years.""You've thought about me?""

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