The Fall Into Temptation Novels & Stories

"I'll leave you to your prayers." He turns to go, but pauses at the door of the chapel. "Until next time," he says, winking at Richard over his shoulder. And with that, he's gone, leaving Richard alone with his guilt and his shame. Richard sinks to his knees before the altar, his head in his hands. He prays for forgiveness, for strength, for the willpower to resist temptation in the future. But even as he prays, he knows that he has already fallen. He has tasted the forbidden fruit, and he knows that he will want to taste it again.

He hears it, oh, he hears it, because the chuckle that escapes him is low and rich and cruelly amused. “Stop fighting what you want, baby girl,” he whispers. “Just come to bed with me.” Yes. The devil himself. Who else could tempt a sane woman, a woman desperate to do right, and drag her down into sin with nothing more than words? His voice isn’t merely temptation. It is temptation incarnate. I manage to force words past the chaos trembling on my tongue. “Please… I can’t… I can’t do this. My sister—she’s going to be back in a few minutes and I—”

Her eyes filled with tears, she wasn’t supposed to feel like this, she was the pastor’s daughter, she was supposed to be pure, obedient, focused on God yet all she could think about was Nick. Naomi stood and paced the room restlessly, she opened her Bible hoping to calm herself but every word blurred before her eyes. The verse about temptation only made her chest tighter. Am I already falling? She wondered biting her lip. Is this how it begins? She sat back on the bed and hugged her pillow tight, the guilt burned but so did the secret thrill, It was like two voices were fighting inside her, one calling her back to obedience the other pulling her toward Nick. And though she prayed again and a

“I don't chase women I want, they go after me, they plead for my body and soul. I know your type and I will get you” Teyana smirked , she seductively replied him in a whisper, the voice he wanted to hear in the other room. “ Am sorry Cee, you won’t get me. Neither will I crave for your body and soul like them, rather you’ll yearn to get not just between my legs but to officially be my man”

I whispered, “you were hard the entire time I was talking, weren’t you? I could hear it in your voice. You were imagining bending me over your desk and fucking the sin out of me.” He took a step back, hitting the edge of his desk. “Angela, stop,” he growled, but his eyes dropped to my breasts for a split second. “This is temptation. The devil is using you to test me. You need to go home. Pray. Ask for forgiveness.” I smiled sweetly and took another step forward. “I don’t want forgiveness, Father. I want you to ruin me. I want you to lift my dress, shove your holy cock inside my tight little pussy, and fuck me until I scream ‘Oh God!’ for real reasons.”

I must put an end to this. I stood up and stepped backwards, turning away from her. “Nic…” “Don't ever in your life, Maeve pull this again.” I warned, voice stern. I have been repeating the same pattern but I'm really ending it now. I have to control myself. I wouldn't let Maeve have this much effect on me. This effect could ruin everything. I started walking away before I would get caught in the temptation again. “What about breakfast?” she asked, her voice soft and quieter this time. “I have lost my appetite”

I sighed when he removed his hand and watched with widening eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, licking off every bit of me. “And she still tastes like heaven,” he murmured, spinning me so he can kiss me. “Heaven doesn’t have a taste,” I argued against his lips. “It sure does. And it’s you.” His hands slid into my hair. “You taste like a heaven full of sins, something that’s bad but at the same time far too good to give up.” “What kind of sins?” I teased, running my hands down his sides. “Temptation and greed. Two things that will be my downfall. You’re far too tempting and I’m far too greedy to ever stop being tempted.”

“But each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed.” I swallowed, shifting in the pew. My panties were already damp, my clit pulsing every time I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I was aching from just the sound of his words. He went on, preaching more on how never to give in to temptation, but I was drowning in it, all I saw was him. He closed the bible, his eyes meeting me as he motioned for me to rise. “Come here, child.” He said. I rose. The congregation faded as I walked down the aisle in slow motion, heels clicking softly on the polished wood. Father Liam stepped down from the pulpit and met me at the altar rail. His hand gently cupped my jaw.

My cock was raging hard as I watched her walk out of the office. I should have pushed her away the moment she got on my lap—I should have stopped her but instead I sat there letting her grind her pussy on me—letting her whisper those sinful things in my ear. She was a temptress I'd give her that. And fuck when she had told me she had nothing underneath the skirt she was wearing, it took everything in me not to bend her over my table and fuck her.

He lowered himself to be face to face with her as she took in a sharp breath. "You are mine." He said using his alpha tone. Emma didn't know why but his voice commanded her to submit to him. But she was sane. "I-it's f-forbidden." She mumbled while peeking at him through her thick black lashes, afraid. "A sinful temptation." He rasped with dark intense emotion dancing in his forest hues.