Tempting My Brother-in-Law 2

Four days later, Richard was still giving me the cold shoulder. Not that I cared anymore. At least now I knew he wanted me too. That little revelation had made his avoidance significantly less irritating. He wasn’t staying away from me because he wasn’t interested. He was staying away because he was trying not to cheat on my sister. Richard was determined to be the faithful husband. Which was actually pretty sweet. Annoying. But sweet. I stood beside Lila in the kitchen that evening, helping her prepare dinner while she told me about work. My sister was a writer at a publishing company, and she loved talking about her job. And I mean loved talking about it. Sometimes I found the endless stories about manuscripts, authors, deadlines, and whatever disaster had happened at the office that week a little boring, but she was my sister. So I listened. Or at least pretended to. Eventually, she asked about school, and I gave her all the important updates from the semester. Then

Last Updated : 2026-09-07

Tempting My Brother-in-Law 3

Richard swiveled his chair until he was properly facing me. I lifted my legs and rested them on the armrests, spreading myself open right in front of his face. His eyes dropped between my thighs again. Richard hooked his hands beneath them and pulled me forward until my ass was perched right on the edge of the desk. I leaned back onto my elbows. Then his mouth was on me. His tongue dragged slowly through my slit before sweeping over my clit. “Shit.” My head tipped back. Richard did it again, licking me before closing his lips around my clit and sucking. A moan slipped out of me. One of my hands went to my breast. I squeezed it, rolling my nipple between my fingers while Richard worked his mouth between my legs. And fuck. He was good. Better than I’d expected. His lips closed around my clit again, his tongue teasing me between every slow suck. I moaned softly, forcing myself to keep the sound down. Lila was only a few rooms away. The last thing I nee

Last Updated : 2026-09-08

Bless Me, Father

I had always loved God. And I had always loved the Church. Never once had I found myself in a position where I truly questioned my devotion to either. Becoming a priest hadn’t always been my plan. I’d grown up in a Catholic home, and even in my twenties, long before I took my vows, I’d felt most fulfilled whenever I was serving the Church and helping others. Eventually, that devotion led me to the priesthood. Most of the vows came easily. One did not. Celibacy. The decision to give up sex for the rest of my life hadn’t been an easy one. Before the priesthood, I’d had women. I’d enjoyed women. I’d known exactly what it was like to look at a beautiful woman and want her purely because of what she made my body feel. Then I’d taken my vows. No more sex. No more women. No more allowing lust to dictate what I did or where I allowed my thoughts to wander. It had been difficult in the beginning, but I’d learned discipline. And ultimately, the sacrifice had felt w

Last Updated : 2026-09-09

Bless Me, Father 2

Saturday found me sitting inside the confessional with my Bible open in my hands. I was supposed to be meditating. As usual, I couldn’t concentrate. Ever since Angela arrived at the school, everything that had once seemed certain had begun to feel complicated. My discipline. My calling. Even, God forgive me, my faith. I’d begun questioning things I’d never questioned before. Was this truly the life I wanted forever? Could I spend the next fifty years denying myself every ordinary human desire because of promises I’d made at twenty-five? Were these doubts merely temptation? Or had they always existed somewhere inside me, waiting for something—or someone—to drag them to the surface? I didn’t know anymore. And Angela was at the center of every question. I closed my eyes and drew in a slow breath. Focus. The faint sound of movement came from the other side of the confessional. Someone had entered. I straightened in my seat and closed my Bible, forcing my thoughts back wh

Last Updated : 2026-09-11

Bless Me Father 3

Angela wrapped her hand around my cock and began to stroke me. I watched her small hand move slowly up and down my length. “Have you done this before?” I asked. She glanced up at me and smiled shyly. “No.” Good. I liked that answer far more than I should have. “Open your mouth.” Angela obeyed. I guided my cock between her parted lips, watching her eyes widen as she took me into her mouth. Her lips stretched around me, and she hesitated for a moment, clearly trying to adjust to my size. Fuck. I threaded one hand through her hair and tightened my fist gently around it. Then I began to move. Slowly at first. I pushed deeper into her mouth before pulling back, giving her time to adjust before sliding in again. God. It was still difficult to believe this was actually happening. Angela. My Angela. On her knees in front of me with my cock in her mouth. I’d spent more than a month imagining what it would be like to have her, and somehow the reality was even better. She wa

Last Updated : 2026-09-14

Bless Me, Father 4

I stepped between her open thighs and lowered my mouth to her neck. My hands settled around her waist as I kissed my way down, slowly trailing my lips from her neck to her chest. I took one nipple into my mouth. Angela moaned beneath her breath. I flicked my tongue over the hardened tip before moving to the other, giving it the same attention, then returning to the first. I sucked. Licked. Bit gently. Angela’s legs wrapped around my waist as another quiet moan slipped from her. Fuck. I released her nipple and straightened. Then I took hold of her legs and positioned them at the edge of the desk, spreading her open in front of me. For the first time, I got a proper look at her pussy. And Christ. I stared. She was swollen and wet, cleanly shaved except for a small patch of maroon curls above her pussy. Her lips were a deep pinkish-red, almost the same shade as her hardened nipples. It was the most beautiful fucking pussy I’d ever seen. And I couldn’t stop staring at it.