Forgive Me Father, I’m Still Wet(4)

I was still bent over the altar rail when the side door opened.Footsteps.Father Thomas didn’t pull out. He pressed his weight against my back, trapping me against the marble rail. His palm clamped over my mouth, shutting off my breath. His cock remained half-buried inside my wet heat.I froze.Footsteps crossed the stone floor of the choir loft—slow, deliberate, even. A key rattled in a lock.We stayed locked together in the dark. My breath hit his palm. My chest pressed against the cold edge of the marble, my seven-month belly squished under his stomach. His other hand gripped my hipbone, fingers digging into the flesh.The footsteps turned, went down the wooden stairs, and faded into the main aisle. An iron latch clicked shut.Silence returned to the sanctuary.He waited three long breaths, heart pounding against my shoulder blades, before dragging his cock out of me. Warm slickness spilled down the inside of my left thigh.“Don’t move,” he whispered into my ear.He stepped back,

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Forgive Me Father, I’m Still Wet(5)

The rectory was quiet when I pushed the door open. No lights burned in the hallway… only a thin strip of yellow under his bedroom door. I stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind me.Father Thomas sat on the edge of the bed in black trousers and an unbuttoned shirt. The white collar lay on the chair with the rest of his clothes. He looked up at me and said nothing for a long second.“Take the dress off.”I pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor. I stood before him naked… belly round and heavy, nipples tight.He stood, turned me around, and pushed my shoulders forward toward the mattress.“Hands and knees.”I climbed up. The mattress dipped under my weight, my belly hanging low between my thighs. He stepped behind me, broad hands gripping my hips firm enough to leave marks in the skin.He pushed in without warning.I bit the edge of the pillow. He was rigid and dark-headed, and the sudden stretch made my arms shake on the sheets. He gave me no time to adjust. He drove

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Breeding My Best Friend's Slutty Wife While He Watches(1)

I watch Ryan pour the whiskey, three glasses lined up on the coffee table like some kind of ceremony. My skin is already hot… the black dress I chose deliberately clings to me, the fabric thin enough that my hard nipples press obscenely against it.Derek sits across from us, tall and broad-shouldered, and I can feel his eyes devouring me. I’ve always felt his eyes on me.We’ve been drinking for hours. My third glass sits half-empty in my hand, and the buzz is warm and loose, making everything feel inevitable. The conversation has been circling around it all night… careful questions, testing boundaries, both of them dancing around the thing we all know is coming.“So what’s the fantasy then?” Derek asks casually, swirling his drink.Ryan glances at me. I bite my lip and nod slightly.“Not just talked about it,” I say, my voice lower than usual. “We’ve been doing research. Looking at videos. Talking about… specifics.”Derek’s eyebrow raises. “What kind of specifics?”“The breeding kind,

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Breeding My Best Friend's Slutty Wife While He Watches(2)

Derek didn’t give me a second to recover. Still balls-deep inside my spasming pussy, he gripped my hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and started fucking me with long, brutal strokes. Each powerful thrust slammed his thick cock against my cervix, the blunt head punching deep and sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain radiating through my belly and down my thighs. The wet, filthy sound of my soaked cunt taking every inch filled the living room, loud and obscene.“Fuck, Emma… your pussy is gripping me so tight,” Derek groaned, his voice rough and strained. “Like it was made for my cock.”Ryan sat there, eyes glued to the sight of his best friend destroying his wife. His hand stroked his smaller dick frantically, pre-cum leaking over his fingers and shining under the light.I couldn’t stop moaning. Every deep thrust made my tits bounce heavily, the weight of them shifting and my nipples aching from the constant motion. Derek reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in fast,

Last Updated : 2026-11-14

All Chapters of Raw Desires and Dark Obsession’s: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

Forgive Me Father, I’m Still Wet(4)

Forgive Me Father, I’m Still Wet(5)

Breeding My Best Friend's Slutty Wife While He Watches(1)

Breeding My Best Friend's Slutty Wife While He Watches(2)