Novel & Cerita Priest Erotica

I cried out, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. He fucked me with punishing force, the altar creaking beneath us. His rosary swung between my breasts with every thrust, the beads occasionally slapping my sensitive nipples. The stained glass saints watched in silent judgment as the priest who was supposed to guide them fucked his willing whore on sacred ground. “Look at what you’ve done to me,” he panted, eyes wild. “I stand here every Sunday preaching purity while the taste of your cunt still lingers on my tongue.” “Harder,” I begged, nails raking down his back through the fabric. “Ruin me, Father. Make me yours.”

“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.

TRIGGER WARNING THIS BOOK IS STRICT EROTICA - 18+ ONLY CONTAINS EXTREME EXPLICIT SEX, HEAVY BLASPHEMY, PRIEST/YOUNG WOMAN TABOO, ROUGH SEX, CHOKING, SPANKING, FILTHY DIRTY TALK, AND RISK OF GETTING CAUGHT IN CHURCH. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "Angela's POV" At twenty-three years old, I was pretty sure I was going straight to hell — and I was surprisingly okay with it.

With people praying outside, with the rosary around his neck dangling between us, and the creature he prayed to right outside, crucified and watching as pounded that big cock of his into my drippy pussy. My legs were wide, my skirt had ridden up perfectly to give him the view of how wet and pink my pussy is even with my fingers buried knuckles deep inside it, and my left nipple in my mouth while the right just hung out. As he watched, I slowly pulled my juice-covered fingers from my cunt and sucked the juice off them before returning my hand to my pussy to spread the lips open so that he could also see the inside. The black priest stepped forward with a grunt, and even though his robes weren

A sister was tied to it, her back arched, her mouth open in a soundless cry as a priest drove his cock into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips, his bare buttocks clenching with each thrust. The air was a symphony of raw, human noise. Grunts, wet slaps of skin on skin, high, keening moans, and guttural commands. "Yes, just like that…" "Fuck me, father…" "Ugh, harder…" A nun on a nearby chaise lounge had her legs wrapped around the waist of a groaning priest, her head thrown back in ecstasy. The scent of sex, sweat, and expensive perfume was overwhelming. "Like what you see?" Sister Grace murmured in my ear, her voice dripping with amusement. She began to lead our small, terrified gr

I felt as if I were carrying the whole silence of Saint-Mireille on my back, and I wanted release with a force that made my hands unsteady. My body answered before my mind could clean it up. The only release that felt real enough was Cassian’s. The thick, heavy length of him pushing deep into me until thought emptied out. Or his mouth around my cock, draining every drop until I had nothing left but his name. The memory alone left me hard and aching. I crossed to the small shrine where the statue of Mother Mary kept her watch, took the olive oil kept there for the lamp, coated my palm, and lay back on the bed with my eyes closed.

He whispered quickly into my ear as he gave it a luscious kiss. “Please Rogan, please, untie me,” I begged breathlessly already out of mind with emotions as he continued the assault on my core. My body rocked with his touch and every motion of his. “Oh, my sweet beautiful little priestess you know I can’t do that.” I could feel his grin on my neck as he continued kissing down my body and then back to sucking on my nipples.

Then, before I could stop myself, I opened G****e and typed: “How to make a priest fall for you.” For a second, I just stared at the screen, horrified by my own audacity. Then I pressed search. The results loaded almost instantly… and I swear, they were both ridiculous and terrifying. “Forbidden Love: 10 Signs Your Priest Might Secretly Be Into You.” “Seduction and Sin: Why Priests Fall for Women Like You.” “How to Make a Man of God Break His Vows (Caution: For Educational Purposes Only).”

She tried to pray, but the words came out jumbled with pleasure: “Ave… aaaah… Maria… full of… cum… blessed art thou… among… the whores… aaaahhh… Father… fuck me harder… don’t stop… rip my pussy… fill me… fill me with hot cum…” He let out a hoarse laugh, biting the other nipple harder, leaving teeth marks on her pale skin. His thrusts became even more violent. He grabbed her legs by the ankles, pushing them back until they almost touched her shoulders, folding her in half on the altar. In this position, his cock went even deeper, slamming straight into the bottom of her womb with every thrust. “That’s it… take it deep… feel the priest’s cock hitting your womb, you slut. Imagine if I got you p

"Begging a priest to fuck you. Begging to be defiled in God's house while a storm rages outside. This is what you came here for, isn't it? You didn't want shelter. You wanted this." The new angle hits my g-spot with every powerful stroke. I'm pulling against the rosary, the beads biting into my wrists, the crucifix cutting into my palm. His vestments brush against my bare thighs with every thrust, the rough fabric a constant reminder that he's still dressed, still wearing his collar, still a priest even as he ruins me on his narrow bed. "Harder." I'm crying again, tears mixing with the sweat on my face. "Please, Father, harder. I can take it. Give me everything."