All Chapters of Sins Of The Flesh: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Isabella's POV. We didn’t stop. Even after the intense session that left me trembling and leaking his cum from both holes. Whatever came upon him tonight, I loved it. He was hard again and I was still horny. My cunt still ached greedily for his cock. Father Lucian pulled me closer, his mouth finding mine again in a kiss that was slower this time, but no less hungry. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered against my lips, his hand sliding between my thighs to push his cum back inside my dripping pussy. “But I can’t let you go. Not yet.” I didn't want to leave either. He rolled me onto my side, spooning me from behind. His cock, still hard, nudged against my ass. He pushed inside my pussy again in one smooth thrust, filling me from behind while his hand reached around to play with my clit. “This time, I want you to feel every inch while I whisper sins in your ear,” he murmured, starting to fuck me with slow, deep rolls of his hips. I moaned softly, pushing back ag

Isabella’s POV. The guilt had become a constant companion. It walked with me through the sunlit days, sitting beside me during morning Mass, whispering accusations while I taught the children about purity and grace, lingering in the shadows of the choir loft as I sang hymns that now felt like beautiful lies. I smiled at the parishioners, helped the elderly with their prayers, and played the role of the perfect, devout daughter of the church. But inside, I was burning.Every moment without Father Lucian felt like withdrawal. My body remembered him too well — the stretch of his thick cock, the way he filled me until I overflowed, the filthy prayers he whispered while he ruined me. My pussy stayed tender and sensitive. My ass throbbed with a deep, filthy ache that made me blush every time I sat down. Even my breasts felt heavier, my nipples constantly tight against my modest blouses. Despite the sore from last night, I was still craving his thick cock in my ass and pussy. I was addicte

Isabella’s POV.We stayed on the altar long after our bodies had calmed.Father Lucian held me close, his chest pressed to mine, and his hand resting possessively over my lower belly as if he could already sense the sin taking root inside me. His cum continued to leak slowly from both my holes, dripping onto the sacred wood beneath me in obscene trails. The sight should have horrified me. Instead, it made me feel claimed. Owned. Desired in a way no one had ever desired me before.“You’re shaking,” he whispered, kissing the back of my neck tenderly. “Was I too rough?”I shifted in his arms, facing him, my bare breasts pressing against his chest where the silver cross rested. The holy symbol felt warm against my skin which was a constant, burning reminder of who he was and what we were doing.“No,” I whispered. “I loved it. Every second. Even when it hurt… it felt like heaven.”He closed his eyes, a look of torment and ecstasy crossing his face. “You’re going to damn us both, Isabella a

Isabella’s POV.We lay together on the cold stone floor of the cathedral, wrapped in each other’s arms, our bodies still joined in the afterglow of sin.Father Lucian’s hand rested possessively over my lower belly, his thumb stroking gentle circles as if he could already sense the possibility of life growing inside me. His cum continued to leak slowly from both my holes, dripping onto the sacred floor beneath us in obscene trails. The cathedral was silent except for our breathing and the faint flicker of candles.For the first time in weeks, I felt peace until the heavy doors at the far end of the room creaked open.Footsteps echoed in multiple sets then Elena’s voice cut through the sacred silence like a blade.“She’s in here with him.”My blood ran cold.My parents stepped into the cathedral behind her, their faces pale with shock and horror as they took in the scene: me, naked and marked, lying on the altar steps with Father Lucian’s body covering mine, his cock still half-hard and

Mia’s POV. The living room was silent except for our ragged breathing. I lay beneath Jax on the couch, my legs still wrapped around his waist, his thick dick buried deep inside me. His cum was leaking out around where we were joined, warm and sticky, dripping down onto the cushions beneath us. My tank top was pushed up, my breasts exposed, my sleep shorts tangled around one ankle. I had just let my best friend’s older brother fuck me raw on her family couch and it was the best thing I had ever felt in my life. Jax lifted his head from my neck, his green eyes dark and intense as they met mine. His breathing was still heavy, his body slick with sweat. He looked wrecked, his hair messy, his lips swollen from kissing me, a faint red mark on his shoulder where I had bitten him during my orgasm. “Fuck, Mia,” he rasped, his voice rough. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You have no idea.” I reached up and touched his face, my fingers tracing his jaw. “I think I do. Because I’ve wante