Priest Romance Novels Novels & Stories

The rosary I had been clutching slipped from my numb fingers, clattering to the floor. I groaned into her mouth, my hands losing their battle as they gripped her waist, hauling her up until I could feel every curve against me. She tasted like mint and wine and everything I wasn't allowed to have. I kissed her back with a ferocity that terrified me, my hands wandering lower, pulling her hips into the hard, aching proof of my desire. For that moment, I wasn't a priest. I was just a man dying of thirst.

He was gripping her hips, pulling her back into him to get as deep as possible. "Oh merciful God!" He cried out, fingers digging into her hips. She felt the penis squirting hot cum up her ass, filling her passage with its thick, sticky cream. After a minute the priest pulled out and she felt rivulets of sperm running out of her anus and down her thighs. She collapsed against the cross, sweaty and panting. "Now, my child," He said wearily from somewhere behind her. "I'm sure your father will enjoy that." ***

As she took Tony’s waiting hand, his face alight with pure, unadulterated joy, she almost managed to forget the truth. But the phantom ache between her legs, the lingering taste of Tyler and the secret weight inside her were a constant, throbbing reminder. Standing before the priest, holding Tony’s hands, she recited the vows. They were promises of love, fidelity and honor. She spoke the words clearly, her voice steady. “I do,” she vowed. But her eyes, for one fleeting moment, found Tyler’s in the crowd. The answer to her morning’s question was now as clear and undeniable as the diamond on her finger.

I nodded and exhaled, calming myself. A few minutes went by and the priest called for the rings. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my cousin, Raina walk up to us with a case. She stopped between us and smiled at me then opened the case. There were two golden rings sitting on the silk material in the case. I swallowed and picked the ring at the command of the priest then faced Sandy. “Repeat after me,” the priest said. I took her left hand, holding it gently, as if it was made of glass and sighed, waiting for the priest.

He told millions of his readers that men would visit the temple and the priestesses would help them to encounter God through physical contact and bla bla bla. That all sounded stupid when I read it, so so stupid and absurd, but I had cause to doubt myself after what happened between Nuel and I right there in the chapel, in the presence of God. Everything was slow, delicate, sophisticated. He broke the kiss and slowly shut the door open, separating us from the outside world that was raging in an angry war: the storm was getting stronger. He slowly undressed me, and I let him, trailing his fingers around my body; on my arms, my nipples, my navel, my eyes, my lips, everywhere, his hand grazed e

“Yes, Father... please...” “Naughty girl.” He accelerated the pace of his fingers, driving me right back toward the edge. I bit my lip, completely consumed by the sensory overload. I had never imagined that being taken by a priest—especially one who pretended to be so pure—could feel this dirty, this intense. “Suck,” he commanded smoothly, standing up and pulling his slick fingers from my core to press them directly against my lips. I opened up, wrapping my tongue around his fingers, sucking them clean as he slid them in and out past my teeth.

His gaze flickered when I mentioned the car, but it completely lowered to the table by the time I finished. Silence filled the room alongside the tension. I moved back to the seat, but even after I settled he remained in place. It wasn't until half a minute later that his voice rang. “I wasn't lying when I said I come from an old family line.” He said, “but our business isn't…conspicuous.” Something swirled in my belly at his words. The questions piled up in my mind but I stayed silent, listening. “If honesty is what you need, then let me reintroduce myself.” He finally looked up as if making a decision. His hazel gaze pierced me intensely. “I am Roman Ricci, heir to the Ricci Family.”

The angry priest groaned at her stubbornness and stamped the dagger on her left thigh and held both her hands backwards with his right hand and the left he used to to block her mouth. Amidst the heat of her emotion and pain. He whispered to her in a calmer voice "no risk no reward." She began to cry then. Bitter anger and frustrating sobs that set her whole body a shake. Soon he lifted her off the floor and pressed her against the desk. He began the sinful act. He kept on thrusting violently. The priest was determined to make used of the whole night. He had mad sex with Dale, trying to cover up all the years of confinement in the holy world.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

The mother and son would not even see death coming if things were to go tense with the mayoress. However, he really could not endure the unfair treatment. Third Brother’s ex-wife behaved obediently with Benedict when he was rich but left him now that he was penniless. Once again, he was all alone. Frustrated, he went to the nightclub to vent out his anger. He lit a cigarette and began smoking after spending the night with one of the women. For reasons unknown to himself, he suddenly started chatting with the prostitute. The woman in her late 30s was named Yvonne Cook. She was over ten years older than Benedict. The two of them clicked instantly and felt as if they had known each other all al