Sinful Nights Novels & Stories

He didn’t give me time to adjust and he started fucking me hard, his hips slamming against my ass and the wet slap of skin echoing through the silent church. “In nomine Patris…” he groaned between thrusts, voice hoarse. “Et Filii…” Every prayer was punctuated by a deep punishing stroke. I moaned shamelessly, pushing back to meet him, my breasts bouncing inside my dress. “Et Spiritus Sancti,” he growled, gripping my hips tightly. “Forgive me… for this tight sinful cunt.” His words made me clench around him as I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit frantically while he pounded into me mercilessly.

Every horrible sin humanity ever committed pours into my head at once. A father describing how he crept into his daughter’s room night after night. A nun confessing she poisoned her entire convent so she could fuck the local bishop on their corpses. Kings boasting about wars started just to rape the conquered women. Priests detailing how they sold children for power. Mothers admitting they drowned unwanted babies while touching themselves. The voices overlap, scream, moan, laugh. Every depraved act, every betrayal, every sick desire floods me. I clap my hands over my ears. It does nothing. The sins sink further.

Oh yeah. Good girl,” he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?” I looked up into his eyes. I was too afraid to tell him to his face. But something in his eyes made me want to tell him, to please him. “You i

The underground chamber echoed with their soft, broken whimpers and the distant, muffled sound of Vatican bells tolling in the night. Alessandro stepped forward, his voice low and sacrilegious. “Tonight we desecrate this holy place. Two daughters of the Church will offer their bodies and souls to me — a fallen priest — in the very heart of Saint Peter’s domain. Chiara… you will taste your sister in sin while I fuck you. Elena… you will watch your own cunt drip onto a nun’s face while your brother in corruption fills you.” He poured consecrated wine mixed with their own slick arousal over their bodies. The warm liquid ran in rivulets over Chiara’s bound breasts and dripping pussy, and down El

His thumb teased the sensitive head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. “Such a dirty little secret,” he breathed, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Hiding under the bed after being stretched open while your sister was right here… and now you’re fucking yourself on me again like a desperate slut.” The risk of fucking my sister's boyfriend while she was I the next room, the wrongness of it and the way his cock stretched and filled me so perfectly, Christ! I didn't want it to end. But not long after I was already cumming, spilling over his fist and across his abs with a muffled cry.

LACY Walking through the huge door that led into Mad Dog's sinful nightclub 'The Horns' broke me to shit. Every attempt I ever took, every sacrifice I ever made to run away from this town, from this place, from these memories, just blew up in my face. Returning here feels like I never left. It feels just like yesterday that Mad Dog sent his men to drag me down here and he fucked me to exhaustion in front of all of them, painfully taking my virginity and branding me as his property. I was only 16.

“Amen, Father… amen. I can hardly wait for the next confession.” They stayed there, lying on the church floor, bodies pressed together, cum dripping, the scent of sin heavy in the air. The candles flickered, the images of the saints watched in silence. The night was ending, but the sin… the sin was only just beginning. The End.

, I respond. My clit throbbed at the thought. "Good. you're my slut tonight and you're not leaving this room until I've used every single one of those dirty holes", he said lifting my chin with his finger. I bit my lip too stunned to speak, but I could see him give me a look to know if I was okay with it. I nodded. "Use me like your dirty slut, sir. I'm yours to use", I purred. and that was all the consent he needed to really get our night of sin started in full swing.

Two nights later, Dante Moretti returned to Velvet Sin with one purpose only. He had cleared his schedule. No meetings. No calls. Nothing but Vesper. He paid an obscene amount for the entire night — the best private room, unlimited champagne, and Vesper exclusively. When she entered the room, Dante’s breath left him.

His left hand held my hair taut in his hands and his other hand continued moving sensually along my body, not giving me reprieve, just increasing the lust I felt. “Please? What exactly are you begging for Angel?” He asked his right hand now moving to my nipple, rubbing it sensually from atop the flimsy shirt I wore “Oh God, I need you to ease the ache, please, please I need it” “How bad?” He asked, kneeling before me, successfully caging me in. “Very bad, please Alex, please” I cried as he continued rubbing and pinching my already pebbled nipple. “Since you asked so nicely, I guess I can take you out of your misery, spread your legs Lois” he whispered into my ear.