Priest Daddy Book Novels & Stories

“Raised me to be ashamed of my own body? Yeah, great job. I’m not possessed. I’m horny. There’s a difference.” Dad slammed the Bible on my dresser. “We’ve prayed. We’ve fasted. This is beyond us now. Father Francis is the only one strong enough. We’re taking you for deliverance tonight.” My eyebrows shot up. Father Francis. I’d seen him at Mass a few times—tall, broad-shouldered under those robes, with a deep voice and kind but intense eyes. Early forties, I guessed. Handsome in that tortured, celibate way. A wicked little thrill ran through me.

Chapter 2: The First Fall I knelt on the cold hardwood floor of Father Elias’s private office, heart hammering against my ribs. The man who had baptized me, who had given me communion, who was supposed to guide my soul to heaven, was now standing above me with dark, hungry eyes. My hands trembled as I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his black trousers. His cock sprang free — thick, long, and already rock hard. The sight of a priest’s erection made my pussy throb with shameful need.

MAY 08, 2016 "Keep yourself up, young man." I heard my dad whisper to me in such authority. I sighed in annoyance as I came back in my soberness. I glanced at the priest on the altar. He's still preaching nonsense that I'm pretty sure he just memorized while glancing back and forth at the bible.

Life doesn't go well. "And that's the plan." Zoey was recounting, part of her felt giddy as she spoke, she didn't want to worry him, but this morning when she received a message from Priya, she knew she just had to tell him. It was time tomorrow. The final war is tomorrow, right in front of the Hart's manor, where her father was residing. "Father?" Zoey said, when her father was silent. The study no longer felt like a place for reading, it felt tight, so suffocating. Dexter gazed away, as though he was trying to commute with his cup of tea that he hadn't even touched.

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Can't stop the wet heat that pools between my thighs every time I hear his voice echoing through the cathedral. Father Gabriel is thirty-nine, tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that's just starting to gray at the temples and these intense hazel eyes that seem to see straight through me. He's beautiful in a way that feels almost unfair—like God made him perfect and then made him off-limits just to torture people like me. I've tried to stop coming to confession. Tried going to a different church, praying the rosary until my knees ached, doing everything I could to purge these thoughts from my mind.

## Chapter 14 Joseph redialed the number and it wasn't connecting. He dropped the tray containing the prawn veggies sauce and basmati rice on the table . “ I got a call from my Dad's contact and the phone has gone dead ,if you will please excuse me for an hour i will really appreciate .” Joseph said in a calm soothing voice like it wasn't once him speaking so boldly minutes ago . Isabella decides to be generous to him since she would be visiting her father later in the day .

“I watched it all happen, you know. I knew everything. Every midnight fuck in your shitty apartment. God, you two were pathetic. Beautiful, but pathetic. Him sending scraps to Italy while dreaming of forgiveness. You sharpening a knife for his throat while you kissed his nightmares better. And yes, I did know about the priest. And so did Mama and Papa.” My eyes widen a fraction. For a moment, I think I heard her wrong. They knew? And they left him alive? “You're wondering how my mom knew and still allowed the priest to keep his life?” she voices my thoughts. “My father—he plotted it all, so he gave orders for the priest to be protected. But he knew I wouldn't quit unless there was an ultimat

well it's a big vague for me because i was too young. I snuggled close to Mommy, and I’m pretty sure several women probably said “awww so cute”. I’m also pretty sure I interrupted everything so I could eat. I probably cried, too, but that’s what happens when you’re mom's big baby! The priest did so much more than simply tell Bible stories… he preached about salvation, a lot!I didn’t know a lot of the hymns that the choir sang, but I loved the singing!A crescendo of praise and zeal raised in faithful Hallelujah everytime..it was amazing!

Gabriella’s and mine. But just as I was about to knock on the wooden door, to call the attention of the Father, the elderly man who appeared to be in his mid fifties, opened the door himself before I could raise my hand. “Father.” I took a step back, startled. “Ms. Wilder!” Father Able came forward with a smile. “I had been expecting you! You’re partner called ahead to give me a notice. Welcome! I’m Father Able Bishop, the Priest of Citador Cathedral. But I bet you already knew that.”