All Chapters of MY PLEASURE, SIR! : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The words had barely left my mouth when the mood in the basement flipped completely. Noah’s hand shot out and grabbed me by the throat, yanking me off his cock with zero gentleness. my back hit the couch hard as all three cousins loomed over me, eyes dark and hungry.“Enough of your fucking mouth, slut,” Noah growled, his voice low and mean. “You think you get to decide how we use you? Nah. Game’s over. Now we’re just gonna wreck this cheap cousin pussy like the worthless hole it is.”Ben laughed coldly and flipped me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. He shoved my face down into the cushions, ass up high. “Look at this dripping mess. Already ruined and we haven’t even started yet.”Chris grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back. “Open that whore mouth.” He slapped his heavy cock against my cheek a few times, then forced it straight down my throat in one brutal thrust. I gagged instantly, eyes watering, but he didn’t care. He just started fucking my face like it was a

The words had barely left Ben’s mouth when I felt fresh heat pooling between my legs despite the exhaustion weighing down every limb. Round three. My body was already a sticky, aching mess—cum drying on my face and tits, leaking steadily from my pussy and ass onto the old basement carpet. I crawled between them on shaky limbs, licking and sucking their softening cocks clean as ordered. The salty, musky taste of our combined fluids coated my tongue, making me whimper softly around Noah’s shaft.“That’s it, cousin whore,” Noah praised mockingly, his fingers tangled in my messy hair. “Get every drop. You made the mess, now clean it up like the family cumrag you are.”Chris chuckled from the couch, lazily stroking himself back to hardness while watching me. “Look at her go. Five minutes ago she was screaming and now she’s eagerly sucking cock like it’s her favorite treat. Pathetic how quickly she broke.”I flushed with shame, but my pussy clenched anyway. The thunderstorm had quieted to a

I gasped as Father Francis set me down on the cool marble altar, the shock of cold stone against my bare ass making me shiver. My sundress was already bunched uselessly around my waist, thighs spread wide, slick arousal coating my inner thighs from how badly I wanted him.His hands trembled with restraint and raw need, but they never stopped moving. One large palm slid up my thigh, possessive and rough, while the other fisted in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. His mouth attacked—hot, open-mouthed kisses mixed with sharp bites that sent sparks straight to my core.“Father… Francis,” I moaned, deliberately breathy and sinful, letting my voice echo softly through the candlelit chapel. “You’re so fucking hard for me already. I can feel how desperately you need this.”“Quiet,” he growled against my skin, the sound low and broken, thick with lust and crushing shame. “This is madness. Your parents are right outside that door—”“Then you’d better make it count,” I whispered

I took Father Francis by the hand and led him deeper into the shadows of the old church, my legs shaky, thighs slick and sticky with his cum. Every step made my well-fucked pussy throb and leak, but the hunger inside me only burned hotter. The confessional booth loomed at the end of the corridor like a private sin box built just for us.He followed without a word now, breathing ragged, black clerical shirt half-unbuttoned and clinging to his sweat-damp chest. Lust had completely overtaken the war in his eyes.We slipped inside the wooden booth. I shoved him down onto the padded kneeler and straddled him immediately, facing him in the cramped, incense-scented space. Perfect.“Tell me your sins, Father,” I whispered teasingly as I lined him up and sank down onto his cock in one smooth, greedy glide. He was rock-hard again, stretching me open with that perfect, delicious thickness.He groaned deep in his chest, hands gripping my ass hard under the rumpled dress. “This is my sin… fucking

I had been working at Apex Dynamics for six months and every single day I walked on eggshells. Teyana was the boss everyone feared. She was stunning in a terrifying way. Tall, with rich dark skin, sharp cheekbones, full lips that rarely smiled, and eyes that could freeze you in place. Her voice alone made managers twice my age sweat. People whispered stories about her firing someone for showing up with the wrong coffee order. I kept my head down, stayed late, and tried to be invisible. Tonight my luck ran out.It was past nine at night. The office floor was almost empty. My phone lit up with a message from her assistant. Teyana wanted to see me immediately. My stomach twisted as I walked down the quiet hallway to her corner office. I knocked softly on the partially open door."Come in, Henry."Her voice was calm but carried that unmistakable authority. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Teyana sat behind her large oak desk, legs crossed, wearing a crisp black blouse that