Blessed: A Bad Priest Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I asked him to go hard, and hard is exactly how he goes; putting all his strength behind his movements, his cock goes in and out of me so fast I don’t even know when it’s going in and when it’s going out. All I know is that he’s fucking me with the intensity of a man who shouldn’t exist nowadays. Make no mistake, Aidan belongs to a rare breed of men, and you won’t find someone like him easily. Unless you go to Python, that is, but Python is a galaxy away from the real world, isn’t it? It’s the place where gods meet.

  "Ugh," I grunt, unable to scream any longer. Biting down on my lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, I close my eyes and surrender to the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes against me. It overtakes me completely, and I can even feel my soul burning right now.

  "Can you keep going?" Aidan asks, his lips close to my ear. Slowly, he pulls his cock out of my pussy and I turn to him, a dizzy expression on my face.

  "What do you think?" I whisper, but my voice betrays how close to being completely spent I am. Still, I don’t care; even if I succumb to exhaustion, I want to keep on fucking. As far as I’m concerned, I’d happily fuck my way into an early grave.

  "I think you’re a wicked woman," he shoots back at me, and then goes to his knees. Curling his fingers around one of my wrists, he pulls me into him and then turns me around; with one forearm across my shoulder blades, he forces me down and I assume an all fours position in front of me.

  "I love this view," he says, his voice so deep and sweet that I can’t help but close my eyes and smile.

  "Don’t hold back now... " I whisper, but I know he doesn’t need instructions.

  "Have I ever held back?"

  "No, I don’t think so," I chuckle, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my ass cheeks.

  "That’s right," I hear him say, but my brain is no longer capable of processing the meaning of his words. Raising one hand from my ass, he then brings it down as hard as he can, the sound of his smacking frying my brain and turning into mush. The pain travels up my spine at the speed of light, but by the time it reaches my brain it has already been distilled into pleasure.

  Smacking me hard and mercilessly, he only stops to reach for the tie lying discarded by our side. He picks it up and rolls it over his fingers, deep in thought. "Your wrists, give them to me," he whispers, and I go up on my knees, taking both my arms behind my back. He slides the velvety fabric of the tie around my wrists and ties it hard; then, he uses one hand to grab at the patch of fabric connecting both wrists and pushes me down onto the mattress once more.

  I dive head first into one of the pillows, and Aidan holds me back by the tie, holding it as if he were a rider on some grand crusade.

  "You don’t want me to hold back," he starts, "and so I won’t."

  With that, he thrusts his cock into me so fiercely that it’s like his flesh is made out of fire. His thick shaft stretches me wide as he pounds into me, his thighs slapping my ass over and over again, the sound of it drowning out my moans. And let me tell you, I’m moaning really loud now… And if I keep going like this, there’s no doubt in my mind that soon enough the hotel manager is going to call us, and if that happens, you can be sure that we won’t be picking up his call.

  My arms are stretched behind my back, my muscles so taut that they feel like they’re made out of concrete. All I can do is thrust back at Aidan, slamming my body into his with as much strength as I can. And that’s fine; I like the fact that my hands are tied together… It reminds me of what happened at Python.

  "Is this… hard… enough?" he asks me between thrusts, moving so hard that almost a minute goes by before I’m able to muster the necessary strength to reply.

  "HARDER!" I finally shout at the top of my lungs, and Aidan obeys my command. His thrusts become implacable, a nail of ecstasy driving deep into my brain each time his cock goes inside of me. Even though my eyes are open, I can no longer see; I’m on the verge of passing out from utter ecstasy, but it’s that intense pleasure that keeps me conscious too.

  "OH GOD!" I scream again, a storm of ecstasy raging over my brain and consuming me. Electric pleasure crackles under my skin, my muscles growing numb as a violent spasm takes over my body.

  Undoing the knot on his tie with a simple flick from his fingers, Aidan finally lets me go. He slides his cock out of my pussy and I fall forward, collapsing on top of the mattress, the room swimming in front of my eyes. I drift in and out of consciousness, my body a quivering mess, and I somehow manage to turn around. Lying on my back, I look up at Aidan, an exhausted smile dancing on my lips.

  Without even getting up, I spread my legs so that he’s between them, and then reach for his cock with one hand. Curling my fingers around his throbbing shaft, I force my hand to move back and forth; even though exhaustion is gripping every finger of my being, I still need to see this through. And I’ll do it gladly.

  "Cum… Cum for me…" I purr, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. I’m so exhausted that my voice doesn’t even sound the same. But I keep on working him with my hand, going back and forth over his shaft despite the burning feeling eating away my forearm.

  Switching hands, I up the speed, and his shaft finally starts to spasm against my fingers. I smile, and then I open my mouth as wide as I can, aiming the tip of his cock at my tongue. I do it at exactly the right time—a long, thick rope of cum jumps out from the tip of his cock and hits me straight in the face, the majority of it gushing into my open mouth. There’s a one second pause, and then his cock throbs violently, the gates opening to let a raging river of cum gush onto my skin.

  "Fuck," Aidan groans, throwing his head back as he sprays my face with his warm cum, gooey strands dripping down my face and pooling on the pillow under me. Stroking him as he cums, I moan as I feel the warmness of his semen blanketing my skin; by now I’m covered in it from my forehead to my waist, heavy drops of glistening cum making their way to between my thighs.

  "That’s it… Cum for me…" I repeat, my lips sticking together from the cum that coats them. When his cock gives its final spasms against my hand, I finally let go of him and laugh, the urge to do it taking over me. I laugh loudly, my voice now bright and clear, and I open my eyes just to meet Aidan’s gaze. He’s looking at me with a kind, and loving gaze, and it’s with that gaze that he leans in, lying down on the bed between my legs.

  He takes his mouth straight to my pussy, laying his lips there and sucking the strands of cum that have pooled between my pussy lips. I moan as he runs his tongue up and down the length of my pussy, scooping all of the cum in its way, and then he slides his lips to my waist. From there, he traces a straight line over my stomach with his tongue, only stopping when he arrives at the valley between my breasts.

  Taking his lips to my right nipple, he nibbles at it before going over to my left one. He licks my breasts dry, running its tongue up and down my curves, and then he finally slides his tongue up the curve of my chin.

  I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him into me then, crushing my mouth against his. We move our lips in a desperate embrace, cum dripping down both of our chins as our tongues dance in a frenzy.

  When we finally pull back, there’s a strand of cum hanging from his lips, and I just reach for it with my tongue and take it in my mouth. I smile at him and then swallow all the semen inside my mouth, its saltiness going down my throat and making my skin prickle.

  "I love you, Aidan," I whisper at him, lust giving way to happiness.

  "I love you too…" he repeats, and then places one hand softly over my belly. "The two of you," he smiles, and I realize that I’m the luckiest woman in the universe.

  I don’t know what I did to deserve a man like Aidan, but now that I have him… you can rest assured that I’ll never let go of him.

  Trust me.

  Epilogue - Abby

  "Oh God, more?" I ask Cheryll as she lays a heavy stack of manuscripts on my desk.

  "Yeah, and CJ’s carrying a lot more," she shrugs, pointing toward the entrance of my office
. CJ’s carrying three boxes, and they’re piled up so high that I can’t even see her head. She drags herself inside my office and drops all of the boxes on top of my desk.

  "And that’s all the mail for today," she mutters, wiping the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Sighing loudly, she sits down on the chair facing my desk. "We’re going to need to hire some people," she says, breathing raggedly while her eyes wander over the pile of manuscripts on my desk.

  "Yeah, seems like it," I reply, opening the boxes and getting the heavy stacks of paper out. "This is crazy."

  Well, this is actually more than just crazy. It’s been like this everyday for the past six months. Since Aidan and I launched Naughty Angel Publishing it seems that writers all around the world have swamped us with their manuscripts. We’ve already published quite a few of them, but the few interns we have can’t keep up with the pace of submissions. We’re receiving dozens and dozens of submissions in the mail everyday.

  After Aidan’s insane stunt at the convention, Big Dick shot right back to #1 one, and it stayed there for six months. During these six months, we launched a sequel… And the only book capable of dethroning Big Dick ended up being its own sequel, Hungry Pussy. Studio execs have already approached us, hell bent on bringing our story to the big screen, but we’re not sure if that’s going to work out - our books are so scorching hot that the only way you’d be able to adapt them was to turn them into porn.

  Okay, just between you and me, there’s reason we haven’t sold the movie rights to Big Dick: we’re hammering a multi-million dollar deal with Ethan Kane, the undisputed porn king of America. Instead of bringing Big Dick to the big screen, Kane wants to adapt it to his new VR platform. Crazy, right? I went from starving writer to rolling in money and fame in the space of an year.

  "What are you girls talking about?" I hear Aidan’s voice, and a second after I see his head peering from the doorway to my office. I get up from my chair as I see him, forgetting all about the dozens of manuscripts on my desk, and make a beeline toward him.

  Little Cody is in his arms, and believe me when I tell you it’s the cutest baby ever. And this coming from someone that had a hard time seeing the beauty in babies. I guess motherhood can really change a woman.

  "Come to momma," I whisper at Cody, and he gives me a lazy smile, extending his little arms toward me. I grab him and hold him close, laying a gentle kiss on his forehead, and then give another kiss to Aidan.

  "I thought you were staying home today," I tell him, and he leans against the doorway and gazes at my busy desk.

  "I thought you could use a little help. I mean, three woman alone in the office? I bet you’d just spend the day talking about men and -- Ouch!" He cries out playfully as I punch his bicep.

  "Missed ya," I mouth to him, and he smiles at me.

  "Oh, come on, stop that, we have work to do," CJ and Cheryll start protesting, and a few of the interns in the main floor sneak a peek inside my office, trying to see what all the commotion is about.

  That’s right, we have interns too - twelve of them, and if they keep up with the good work we’re probably going to make them full time employees somewhere during the next few months. Naughty Angel Publishing is a growing operation, and it won’t take long for us to overtake Bad Boy Publishing. It’s not that big of a deal anyway - since Aidan’s stunt with Huge Cock that they never really managed to sink their teeth into the romance market again. All they seem to do nowadays is pump out cheap knock-offs of the novels Naughty Angel publishes every week.

  Last I heard also, Austin over at Python had sent some guys over to his house about the whole camera thing that Aidan told me about.

  No one has heard from him since.

  Good riddance, Grady, serves you well.

  Still, though, if we keep on expanding at this rate we’re probably going to need a bigger office. Our current one has space for thirty to fifty people, but before the year’s over I’m betting that we’ll occupy this whole floor of the building we’re in. Maybe in two years we’ll be occupying the whole building. Really, the sky’s the limit for us now.

  More than just writers (or models), Aidan and I are now co-CEO’s of a booming publishing company. CJ and Cheryll serve as our lieutenants, and God bless them - Idon’t know what we’d do without them. There are so many contracts to go over, so many paperwork to go through, that I don’t know how we keep up. Of course, that also means that the money is coming in… And it’s coming in fast.

  Our company is worth a few millions now, and after we sign our deal with Ethan Kane, we’ll probably rocket upward into the hundreds of millions bracket. Sweet, uh? Abby and Aidan, multi-millionaires - how does that sound?

  I go back to my big CEO chair - yeah, I don’t get tired of calling myself a CEO - and, with Cody sitting on my knees, I grab one of the manuscripts.

  "Well, let’s get this done," I say, and the three of them sit around my desk, each one of them grabbing a manuscript from the sky-high pile. I take a few seconds before I start reading, just taking in the scene - me, Aidan, Cheryll and Cj, all of us together and running a publishing house.

  Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that something like this could happen. Sure, I dreamed of having a bestseller, but owning a successful publishing house while still putting out book after book? Yeah, I didn’t see that coming, not by a long shot.

  Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you about the penthouse Aidan and I bought, have I? Yeah, we rolled half the profit from Big Dick into the downpayment for a high rise apartment overlooking the beach. We’re so close to the beach that if I throw a pebble out from the balcony, it will fall on sand. Does that sound awesome? Because, yeah, it’s totally awesome.

  Okay, I’m going to stop bragging about my perfect life. You’re probably tired of me by now, aren’t you? Just a minute, though, I need to explain the big ring on my finger. Yup, it’s exactly what you’re thinking. The day Cody was born, Aidan proposed and slipped this diamond ring in my finger. Sure, I didn’t really envision it happening like that - with me all bloodied and exhausted, laying down on a hospital bed - but, looking back, that was one of the most beautiful moments in my life. To say that it was perfect just doesn’t quite cut it.

  We’re probably going to get married this summer. Something classy and traditional, or perhaps something more modern, like on the beach or something. We still haven’t worked out the details. But they’re just details, and they don’t really matters. What matters is that me, Aidan and Cody are a family.

  Bestsellers, millions of dollars, a company, a baby and a wedding. Now this was one crazy year, that’s for sure.

  Hey, don’t be jealous. Remember how I started? On a cramped apartment and with a cheating asshole of a boyfriend? If I can make it, anyone can. Sometimes life’s like that, I guess - it throws you deep into the raging river of destiny, and it’s sink or swim. I swam - oh, yeah, I swam against the current as hard as I could, and now here I am.

  "Hey, what are you thinking about?" Aidan’s voice cuts through the fog of memories, and I raise my head from the manuscript I was supposed to be reading.

  "Stuff," I say with a smile. I’ve had an idea tingling in my head for awhile. It’s starting to worm its way out.

  "Stuff?"

  "New genre to get into," I repeat, cradling Cody in my arms and kissing the top of his head.

  "Tell me," Aidan says. CJ and Cheryl look in interest too. "The last one was killer."

  I turn to Aidan. "I wanna write MMF menage," I tell them.

  Aidan raises his eyes at me. "Dirty girl," he says with a smirk. "You’ll need a new pen name."

  "Abby Angel," I reply.

  "Should be dirty angel," he says, licking his lips. I can tell he’s staring at my ass. It’s these pants. They really carve out the ass cheek.

  "I’ll give you dirty angel, just wait till we’re back home," I say. Aidan shoots back with a devious grin, and CJ and Cheryll roll their eyes.

  "Seriously? In front of us?" They
protest almost at the same time, and I just shrug. Even though we’ve been together for an year now, the chemistry between us still grows with each passing day. I bet that when we get to ninety, we’ll be still going strong. That’s kind of weird to think about - and a probably a bit disgusting - but I figure that it’s going to happen all the same.

  "Love ya," I whisper toward Aidan, and he just mouths his love ya too with a kind smile.

  Life’s perfect.

  But the best is yet to cum.

  ;)

  Men of the House

  A MMF Romance

  I never hold back. Unless I'm about to pull out.

  Sure, I used to get along with Colt when I married his mother. But when she passed away it started a rocky relationship for us. Then I got married again.

  That's when a little brat entered the picture.

  Walking around the house in clothes too small for her.

  Tempting me.

  Teasing him.

  Making us both have forbidden thoughts.

  We'll have her separately. But can she handle us together?

  There's a lot of forces trying to make sure that we fail. But through it all, there's a tantalizing possibility that comes into the picture.

  It might change our lives forever.

  If it doesn't tear us apart first.

  Come raise your temperature with this exciting new dark ménage romance - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers, but it's a scorcher with super-steamy scenes of MF, MM, MFM and MMF. Happily Ever After? You know it.

  Karen

  "Sayonara, bitches!" the frat guys yell at the top of their lungs as the clock strikes 12. All classes end at 12 at Harvard on the last day of this semester. That means that Junior year is finally over.