All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101We stepped into the empty guest room and the door clicked shut behind us, cutting off the loud cheers from the loft. The space felt smaller than it was — king-sized bed with dark sheets, soft recessed lighting, heavy curtains blocking out the pool lights from outside. The air was cooler in here, but it quickly started to warm with four bodies and rising tension.Tyler wasted no time. He walked straight to the dresser against the far wall and opened the top drawer. A wicked grin spread across his face as he pulled out an unopened bottle of vodka and a few smaller bottles of flavored liquor.“Jackpot,” he said, holding them up. “Michael always keeps the good shit stocked.”Jace laughed and grabbed some red Solo cups from another drawer. Sonia leaned against the edge of the bed, watching with that sharp, hungry smile of hers. I stood near the door for a second, arms crossed, still debating how far I was actually willing to let this go.Tyler cracked open the vodka and started

Chapter 103Sonia was trembling between us, her body glistening with sweat under the soft lights. She was still impaled on both me and Jace — my cock buried deep in her ass, his thick shaft stretching her pussy. The double penetration had her shaking uncontrollably, little whimpers escaping every time we moved even slightly.“Fuck… I’m so full,” she gasped, voice hoarse.Tyler stroked his cock slowly beside us, watching with dark eyes. “You look like such a dirty whore right now. Taking two cocks like that.”Sonia moaned at the words, her pussy and ass clenching around us. I gripped her hips tighter and started thrusting up into her ass in slow, deep strokes. Jace matched my rhythm from below, fucking her cunt. The sensation was insane — I could feel his cock moving against mine through the thin wall separating her holes. Every thrust made her cry out louder.We built the pace gradually. Not rushing. Just long, powerful strokes that made her whole body jolt. Sonia’s tits bounced heavi

Chapter 105The backyard pool area had become a cruel circus.Dozens of partygoers had gathered in a loose, buzzing semicircle around the deep end, drawn by frantic texts and excited whispers. The turquoise underwater lights cast shifting, ghostly patterns across the stone patio and the faces of the crowd. Phones glowed everywhere — recording, zooming in, capturing every humiliating second. Laughter echoed off the mansion walls, mixing with the distant thump of music from inside. This had become the main event of the night.In the center of it all knelt Leon.His dramatic costume — the one Aaron had convinced him to wear — was in ruins. Sharp cuts and tears left ragged fabric hanging from his shoulders and waist, exposing most of his torso and legs. He was down to just his underwear and shredded remnants, shivering under the cool night air. Two large hockey players gripped his arms tightly behind his back, forcing him onto his knees on the hard, cold stone tiles. His bandaged knees bu

Chapter 107Aaron’s heart slammed against his ribs as he shoved through the glass doors, the cool night air hitting his still-flushed skin like a slap. His shirt was half-untucked, hair messy from the chaos upstairs, the taste of alcohol and regret still lingering on his tongue. The scene before him froze him for half a second—then shattered everything.Leon was in the pool.Not swimming. Struggling. Water streamed down his face as he treaded desperately, the shredded remains of the costume clinging to his body like wet rags. His bandaged knees must have been screaming. His eyes—wide, humiliated, furious—locked onto Aaron’s for a split second before another wave of laughter from the crowd made him flinch.Kayla stood at the edge, shrieking, one hand clutching the brutal bald stripe down the center of her once-perfect blonde hair. “You fucking freak! I’ll kill you!”The crowd had swelled. Phones glowed like fireflies. Sonia stood a few feet back, arms crossed, lips curled in dark satis

Chapter 109“Let’s get you dried up?” Aaron murmured, his voice low and gentle against the chaos still echoing behind them. He didn’t wait for an answer. With one last protective glance at the dispersing crowd—phones still flashing, murmurs spreading like wildfire—he guided Leon away from the pool area, arm firm around his waist. Damian gave a subtle nod from the sidelines, silently offering backup if needed, but Aaron shook his head. This part was theirs.The mansion’s interior felt like another world compared to the humid, hostile backyard. The thumping music had dulled to a distant bass, laughter and chatter bouncing off marble floors and crystal chandeliers. A few lingering partygoers stared as Aaron led Leon up the grand staircase, but no one dared approach. Aaron’s reputation—and the scene he’d just caused—carried weight.“Upstairs,” Aaron said firmly when Leon hesitated on the second step, his bandaged knees protesting with every movement. “Michael’s guest rooms are always stoc