Novel & Cerita Is Reading Erotica A Sin

“What if I was mated to someone else?.” Fuck Dona! How did I make such a sound! My pussy throbbed madly, itching to be touched. Reign climbed on me, sitting down on my wet pussy, his throbbing cock ruining me further. “You can never be mates to more than one man. You've committed a sin, Little Saint.” His voice was nothing but a deep low …. “After sin, it's punishment baby.” He stripped the top. Damn!! Lord forgive me, I think I'm going mad! I badly need a hand on my pussy. I badly want…

Because she didn't. Lila stepped forward, and something in Mia's stomach clenched hard. "He knows, Mia." Lila's voice was soft. Almost kind. The particular softness she used when she was pretending to be on your side. "The texts with that teacher, Mark. The money you've been quietly moving out of the joint account—forty-seven thousand dollars. And the birth control." She held up Ethan's phone like a woman presenting a verdict she'd already written. "You've been on it for years. You never planned to give him a family. You just needed him dependent on you so you could keep playing the savior."

“For I have sinned.” His eyes darkened with lust and something almost like pain. “Yes, you have,” he said, sliding back into my mouth. “And so have I.” He began to thrust gently into my mouth, fucking my face with slow, controlled movements. Saliva dripped down my chin as I sucked him eagerly, lost in the taboo of the act. A priest in his rectory using my mouth like a whore. I was soaked between my thighs. My panties were ruined. My nipples ached against my bra.

I crossed my arms, tilting my chin up as my stubborn pride took over. "Get your facts straight, Mom," I said coldly. "I’m a stripper. I dance. I don't sell my body." It was half a lie and half the truth, especially that I just fucked a client last night, but there was no way in hell I was admitting that here. Father Edmund’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening. He took a slow step closer, his tall, broad frame completely towering over me. "Whatever label you want to give it, what you are doing is wrong," he started, his voice going deeper. "You are risking your soul for fleeting pleasures. But it is not too late to turn to God. He can forgive even the darkest paths if you choose to repent."

Sister Beatrice eyed her, taking the holy Mary perfume and spraying herself after rinsing her mouth with the tiny handy mouthwash she carries about and using her cincture to hold it in place. "you didn't see me, Amari." Sister Beatrice said in a stern voice and Amari nodded in agreement. "Lord forgive me." She said in her heart. The second atrocity she saw; One of the young priest with Bethany's cousin Mercury having sexual Intercourse in one of the guest dorm room. Sometimes, Amari marveled at how her eyes sees evils and except for sister Beatrice they never know that she sees them. Amari adjusted her pillow, sleeping in a fetal position and singing a song of worship in her heart. She welco

I asked quietly, pushing my glasses further up my nose and trying to hide my embarrassment from getting caught reading erotica in the bookstore’s café. The man leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his biceps through his navy-blue sweater. “Yes, you can actually. I see you here every day”—he snatched the book from my hand—“and you’re always reading the same smutty book.” My cheeks blazed with embarrassment that I couldn’t hide. He leaned his forearms onto the table. “It’s Friday night. Why don’t you take a break from reading, and we can make our own story back at my place?”

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

My fight was pointless. He didn’t speak; he didn't say a single word. His lips curved into an arc; he wore the darkest smirk I’d ever seen, slow and deliberate, as if he were savoring the taste of my defiance. His silence was louder than any threat. Then his hand moved lower. The first two fingers hooked the edge of my panties, rolling the thin fabric in slow, deliberate circles against my skin, each rotation dragging the lace across my clit with maddening precision. I could feel heat flaring; this was a betrayal of my own body, and I hated the slickness gathering between my thighs even as I thrashed.

"Fuck me instead." The air in the room went still. I felt the blood rush south instantly, my trousers becoming uncomfortably tight as her words hung between us. "You're drunk, Elira. It's not the time for that," I said, my jaw tight. "Why? Because I'm a mess?" She crawled toward the edge of the bed, dragging me closer until her face was inches from mine. The smell of tequila was strong, but beneath it was the scent of her skin—something warm and feminine that always made my head spin. "Fuck me, Arthur. I want to see the look on his face when he finds out I'm pregnant with your child. I want to take his last bit of pride."

he inquired. I drew in a sharp breath. "You're insane." His lips curled into the faintest smile. "You can say that again." "Pathetic," I said before I turned away and began to climb out of the bed. Shame washed over me at my nakedness. It was proof I had indeed slept with my student, and it was something I wasn't supposed to do. That was against my principle. And Elijah? He had made me break it. Grabbing my clothes, I muttered a string of curses under my breath while dragging them on.