Priest Spicy Chapters List Novels & Stories

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

I said aloud as Colt pulled his fingers away from my pussy. You have gotta be fucking kidding me! Dex guided the Porsche to the right, slowing down as we curved away from the highway toward the old '50s -style gas station that marked the halfway point of the trip. As we pulled into the station, stopping at the full-service pump, I looked down at myself, shaking my head. Here I was, dressed as a nun, sitting on my son's thick cock, which I had drenched in my pussy juice and . . . and . . . and I couldn't believe it. But another thought came to me as I sat there in disbelief, a dirty thought: How many priests and nuns had done this for real? How many priests had pulled their sexy nuns into a c

The words tasted like ash. Few hours later, a message arrived. I heard footsteps approaching before it slowly faded. A sealed note slipped under my door: The High Priest would be on his way to the grounds. He wishes to inspect the chapel and speak with you regarding the exorcism. Be present by noon. The food I had eaten moments before which should’ve been digested by now went back up to my throat. I moved stiffly, putting on my cassock, collar and rosary, each motion feeling like I was putting on an armor I no longer deserved.

They crumble to the ground with the doors still wide open, waiting for them to escape. One by one, I silence them. All, except the priest. The priest crawls backward, bible clutched to his chest like it can save him. “Please,” he whispers. “You’ll make it worse. I’m a vessel of—” I cut his throat mid-sentence. His holy words bleed out with his blood, soaking the bible he’d used to judge me. The pages turn red. Scriptures drowned in sin. I tower over him, watching the light fade from his eyes.

“You’ll carry it through evening prayers.” That midnight in the chapel, he sat on the throne-like bishop’s chair and made me ride him reverse cowgirl facing the massive crucifix. “Look at Him while you fuck yourself on me,” he ordered, guiding my hips down onto his slick cock. “Tell our Lord what you’ve become.” I sank onto him with a long, broken moan. “I’ve become a whore for my priest…” I started rolling my hips, taking him impossibly deep. “I pray with my sisters during the day and beg for your cum at night.”

His cock was slightly curved, hitting my G-spot perfectly with every brutal thrust. The double — now triple and quadruple — creampie made my pussy a sloppy, gaping mess. Cum frothed and bubbled around his pistoning shaft as he fucked me senseless. I came repeatedly, squirting violently, my body convulsing against the chains as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. The priests took turns again, fucking my mouth, my tits, and my pussy in every combination. Finally, all four priests surrounded me, stroking their cocks furiously. “Time for the final exorcism,” Father Elias commanded.

Chelsey I’m bent over my desk, eyes glazed as I pretend to organize tomorrow’s schedule, but the letters on the screen are a blur. In my mind, I’m back in that familiar, unprofessional and illicit loop, imagining Mr. Callahan’s cock with a clarity that makes my breath hitch. God, it’s all I can think about these days. I can see it so clearly… thick at the base, veined like twisted ropes running up the heavy shaft, flaring out into a broad, mushroom-shaped head.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for me so I can take care of you.” My heart pounds faster as my current predicament hits me, but Priest’s finger slipping over my clit pushes the apprehension away, and I open myself to him. I know I’m being a fucking weakling right now, but if I’m going to die anyway… “Hmm, you can be such a good girl when you let go of your fears, little lamb,” Priest says in that low, raspy voice that sends a shiver up my spine. “That smart mouth made me want to fuck it so many times.”

There was just something about zayn Vander that I couldn’t get out of my head, everything about him interested me but he was a priest…. I could see the way he was staring at me when he entered the house, the lust in his eyes for me. He looked like he had been starved of sexual pleasure from his past life but he was a priest and he shouldn’t feel that way. He was a priest and ir seems I was the one leading him to sin.

BEFORE YOU READ Bless me, Father, for I am about to sin. Themes: Forbidden Romance, Priest/Parishioner, Age Gap, Sacrilege. This story explores the fine line between salvation and damnation. If religious themes mixed with explicit erotica make you uncomfortable, this confessional isn't for you. (***) Serena The sound of my heels clicked with a sacrilegious echo in the void of the church. It was late, the sun had already set, and the only lights left burning were the candles casting long, dancing shadows over the ancient wooden pews.