Forbidden Temptation Aden And Brooklyn Pdf の小説・ストーリー

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend. Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist? LENA POV “Fuuuck—ohhh!” I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.

She was looking at me, yet it felt like she was staring straight through my body. Her mouth hung open in shock, unable to make a sound, her lips trembling uncontrollably. Then, the man on top of her suddenly thrust harder and faster. The focus in her pupils scattered again in surrender. Her eyes rolled back uncontrollably, showing the whites. An expression mixing intense pleasure, longing, and struggle appeared all at once on that beautiful, familiar face.

The words poured out messy and fast. “Dear Dairy, I did something that changed how I feel now. Leo walked in while I was touching myself thinking about his cock from that bathroom day. I was drunk and crying about how much I hate this family. He promised not to tell, then kissed me. His fingers made me come so hard I saw stars. He took care of me when I threw up, saw me naked, washed me. This morning the little touches at breakfast and in the hallway made me feel insane. I suddenly feel so different about him. I hate how much I want more now. I keep fantasizing about his cock in my mouth, stretching my pussy, tying me up and taking control. Rough stuff. BDSM things I’ve only read about. It’s

Their desire had only grown stronger, the forbidden fruit too sweet to resist. Outside the club, the Lagos night hummed with life—honking cars, distant music from street vendors, the ever-present struggle of a city where wealth and poverty danced in uneasy tension. Isolde Adeyemi had climbed from modest beginnings to the top of the corporate ladder through sheer will and intelligence. Yet here she was, risking everything for the one man she couldn’t have. Thorian cupped her face. “I don’t know how this happened. But I can’t walk away from you, Izzy. From Isolde. From whatever this is.”

“I need to work it thoroughly. You’re doing so well, staying open for me like this.” I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan. The way he was touching me — professional but so close to crossing the line — was driving me crazy. I was turned on in a way I hadn’t been in months. My nipples were hard against the table, and I was sure he could tell how affected I was. The tension between fear and arousal was almost unbearable. Adrian’s hands continued their slow, sensual exploration of my body, always stopping just short of anything explicit, but the innuendos in his words and the heat of his touch made everything feel incredibly intimate.

🍆 Chapter 3 🍆 The rectory smelled of sweat, cum, and the faint trace of incense that still clung to the priests’ cassocks. Sister Maria lay sprawled on the bed, her black habit bunched around her waist like a discarded rag. Thick ropes of white seed leaked steadily from her stretched pussy and freshly-fucked asshole, pooling on the sheets beneath her. Her chest heaved, nipples hard against the remnants of her torn undergarments. Father Dominic stroked his still-hard cock slowly, smearing the mixture of their cum along the veiny shaft. “Look at you, Sister. Your holy holes are gaping open, begging for more of the Lord’s blessing.”

He lifts me up onto Daddy’s desk. Shoves the Bible aside like it’s in the way. Then kneels—kneels—in front of me like he’s about to pray. But instead… He spreads my legs. And starts eating me like salvation lives between my thighs. --- My head falls back. My fingers tangle in his hair. He groans into me, like my body tastes like worship. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Please.” “Oh, now you wanna beg?” he says, slick with lust.

"Such thoughts are the devil's whisper. You must resist. Pray with me." But Page's hand slipped through the opening, brushing his knee. "Resist? Or give in? Your voice... it's deep, commanding. Makes me ache. Father Abram, have you ever touched a woman? Felt her pussy clench around your fingers?" He froze, her fingers trailing up his thigh. "Stop. This is sacrilege." Yet he didn't pull away, the heat of her skin searing through fabric. "Sacrilege? Or salvation?" She stood, opening the door between them. The booth felt smaller, charged. Page shrugged off her coat, revealing a tight black dress that clung to her full breasts and hips. "Look at me, Father. See what temptation looks like."

I had never seen a grown man naked before, and I was dying to see what that looked like. “Are you blackmailing me?” “No,” I giggled, “how could a cute girl like me blackmail you?” I traced my fingers along his spine. “I merely want to admire god’s creation.” “Fiine.” He gave in, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, revealing that delicious, well-defined body. I moved off him and gave him the signal to take off his bottoms too. He hesitated for a second as if battling with his conscience. We had already gone past that. I gave him those puppy eyes he couldn’t resist. He hooked his finger into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down together with his boxers in a very ag

“Next time, baby girl… you won’t push me away. You’ll beg Daddy to finish what he started.” The promise left me throbbing, empty, desperate. He stepped back reluctantly as we heard Madison moving around downstairs, the tension between us thicker than ever. One wrong move and everything could shatter. But the craving only grew stronger, pulling me deeper into this forbidden web. I didn’t know how much longer I could resist. And from the dark hunger in Mason’s eyes, neither could he.