All Chapters of HIS GUILTY PLEASURE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lyra’s pov“Father Brennan, the side door is still open and it is getting dark, you want me to lock it before we finish going over the last hymn?” I asked, standing near the back of the empty church. Everyone else had cleared out after the evening practice and Mummy had already gone home to start dinner, telling me not to be long. The place felt different with only the two of us left inside.He walked over, keys in hand, and turned the lock with a solid click. “For safety,” he said, voice soft as always. “No one needs to walk in on us while we work.” The air between us felt heavy right away, thick with everything we had already done that day and everything still waiting.I watched him set the keys on the nearest pew. My low top still showed plenty and the sticky reminder of his earlier cum had dried on my thighs but the heat had never left. He looked at me the same way he had in the afternoon and again in the evening, eyes lingering on the open n

Lyra’s pov“Father Brennan, Elias is right outside the door calling my name and you are still buried inside me in this dark booth, what the fuck are we doing?” I whispered, forehead still pressed to his shoulder while his cock stayed thick and deep in my cunt. The confessional felt smaller than before, hot from our bodies and the smell of sex thick in the closed space.He did not pull out. His hands stayed on my hips, holding me down on him so every small shift made me feel the stretch and the fresh cum already leaking around his shaft. “We will stay here a while longer,” he said, voice soft against my ear. “The door is locked. He can call all he wants.”I rolled my hips slowly, testing. He was still hard enough that the movement dragged against every sensitive spot inside me. “You just came and you are already ready to go again. That is greedy even for a priest.”He gave a quiet breath that was almost a laugh. “You are the one still clenching around me. Do not pretend you want me to

Ellie’s pov“Doctor, it is happening again right now, the pressure behind my eyes is getting worse and I cannot keep pretending it is just stress from school.” I sat on the edge of the exam table in that quiet office, legs swinging a little because the damn thing was too high, and watched him write something down without looking up at first. My mother had dragged me here three weeks ago after every other doctor brushed me off, and this one, the neurologist with the calm voice and the steady hands, actually listened. He was forty-two, dark hair going a little silver at the temples, white coat open over a dark shirt, and he never rushed me. That was the first thing that made me trust him.He set the pen down and finally met my eyes. “Describe it for me again, Ellie. Exactly where it starts and what it feels like when it peaks.”I swallowed and pressed my fingers against my temples. “It starts like a tight band right here, then it spreads and my vision gets these weird sparks, and some

Ellie’s pov“The hallway lights just went off,” I said, glancing toward the door while I sat on the edge of the exam table with my legs dangling and the paper gown barely covering anything. Daniel leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching me the way he always did when the building went quiet. The clinic had emptied early on a Friday and the only light left was the soft one over the sink and the warm glow from his desk lamp. “You kept me past closing again on purpose.”“I did,” he answered, voice calm as ever even though his eyes had already dropped to my bare thighs. “No one else is left in the building. The receptionist locked up and left twenty minutes ago. We can talk as long as we need without anyone walking past the door.” He pushed off the counter and walked over slowly, stopping right between my knees the way he always did now. His hands rested lightly on my legs just above the knees. “How has the pain been since last week?”“Almost gone most days. The wor

Ellie’s pov“Come here,” I said, sitting up on the exam table and reaching for him with both hands. Daniel was still standing a step away after locking the door again, watching me with that same calm look that always made my stomach tighten. The clinic stayed silent and dark beyond the room. I hooked my fingers in the front of his shirt and pulled him forward until he stood right between my open legs. “I am done waiting. Touch me.”He let me pull him closer and rested both hands on my bare knees. “You are sure about this right now?”“Yes. I have been wet since I walked in and saw you lock that door.” I guided one of his hands higher under the hem of my dress. “Feel for yourself.”His fingers slid up the inside of my thigh and found the soaked fabric of my underwear. He pressed against it and felt how slick I already was. “Christ, Ellie. You came here like this.”“I did. Now do something about it.”He pushed my dress up around my waist in one smooth motion and hooked his fingers in