Blessed: A Bad Priest Romance

by Alexis Angel

  I put one leg over his shoulder as he licks at me and, now having a better angle, he slides one finger inside of me in an instant. I gasp, closing my eyes as I press my back into the wall, thrusting my pussy against his mouth as he fingers me.

  Pulling out from me, he pushes the thong down my legs and I just kick it away to the corner; his mouth is on me again, devouring me with such intensity that I can barely keep my eyes open. Which is fine by me - I don’t need my eyes open to surrender to the throes of pleasure. I can do that just fine while being blind to the world.

  He has his tongue running circles around my clit, and then he lets it run the length of my pussy, licking my labia eagerly and taking my juices in his mouth. I can’t help but look down at him as he does it, my heart beating hard inside my chest.

  Sliding one more finger inside me, he keeps fingering me until my pussy starts to spasms and becomes tighter; immediately he presses his thumb over my clit and, moving it in circles, he makes my muscles burn in under a second.

  I cry out in pleasure as I come, delight completely ripping me apart - my whole body is burning up.

  He doesn’t allow me any time to reel from the orgasm; he simples gets back on his feet and, placing one hand under my knee, lifts my leg as he presses his body into me. With trembling fingers I go for his crotch, massaging his massive bulging for two sole seconds before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the fly. I slide my fingers inside his boxer briefs and, grabbing his thick cock, I pull it out and start stroking it, feeling the intensity of his desire for me running through it.

  I stroke him fast and I stroke him hard; I can feel his cock pulsating against my fingers and, driven crazy by my motions and wanting to ravage my insides, he grabs my wrist and makes me let go of him. I do it willingly, allowing him to lean further into me.

  Grabbing his cock with a growl, he presses it into me, only sliding its tip inside; I moan hard, feeling all strength escape my body. But, still holding me under my knee, he presses me back into the wall and in one single stroke buries himself inside of me up to the hilt.

  I’m screaming now, and I’m also moaning. God, I don’t even know which one I’m doing. I can’t see straight, I can’t hear a damn thing. This exact moment, the only thing my mind can process is the way Kaden’s pummeling me, pushing me towards the edge of ecstasy. He does it relentlessly, almost as if he’s not a normal human being. He doesn’t tire, he doesn’t complain, he doesn’t let up - he simply keeps ramming his cock into me until I start forgetting who I really am.

  "I’m… I’m going to come…" I moan, feeling everything in me burning up, from my toes to the tip of my hair.

  He grabs a handful of my hair and, pulling on it, forces my head back as he buries his mouth against my neck, softly biting there as he thrusts his hips harder at me.

  "Oh my god…" I find myself saying, those flames of pleasure that lick at my muscles turning into a raging storm that makes me shudder and pant. "More."

  More? I don’t know why I’ve said it - I don’t know if I’m physically capable of enduring more pleasure, but it seems that desire has taken over me. I’m no longer in control. And now that I’ve said it, there’s no going back. Kaden growls at me and, grabbing me by the waist, makes me turn around and face the wall.

  He doesn’t even bother with undressing me; he simply lifts up my dress and presses his cock between my ass cheeks, rocking his body against me like that. I wiggle my ass, aching to have him inside of me. I rub against him, moving up and down and feeling his thick shaft pressing hard at my crack.

  Massaging my ass, he slides one hand between my legs and rubs his fingers from my clit to my ass, and then eases himself into me. I press my forehead against the wall, sweat trickling down my back, as his cock parts my pussy and lodges itself deep inside me once more. I jut my ass back and start swaying my hips slightly, moving them from side to side as I rock my body against him at the same time.

  He presses into me with all his weight, and I can feel his hard breathing against my neck.

  "I love you, Kaden…" I find myself saying, knowing in my heart that no man has ever made me feel like that. And no, I’m not talking about the sex only. There’s that, of course, but it goes way deeper than just our bodies. I always saw myself as a career type of woman, one that didn’t want to waste more time than necessary on love or sex… But now that I’ve met Kaden… Now it’s all different. Everything that I used to be doesn’t make sense any longer.

  Hell, being with him is changing me from the bottom up… I gave no thought to love or sex and now here I am, completely melting when the man I love keeps thrusting his huge cock inside of me.

  You’re a different woman now, Brittney. I guess that’s what the love of this man will do to any woman.

  What have I done to deserve such a man in my life? I’m the luckiest woman on the planet. He looks perfect, he feels perfect…

  "I love you too, Brit," he whispers against my neck, pushing his cock so deep into me that I have to stand on tiptoes. His hands go to my back and, without a warning, he grabs at my dress and yanks on it, ripping it open in the same way I’ve done to his shirt. My skin prickles as he pushes the fabric off my body, his fingers then going to the clasp of my bra and undoing it.

  Naked, I push back against him, jutting my ass even more, and he responds by grabbing both my breasts hard, squeezing them against each other. He plays with my nipples by pressing them between his fingers, rubbing and pulling them, and pleasure starts dripping from my breasts to my whole body.

  I’m moaning so hard I’m surprised my throat isn’t sore already. God, there’s nothing better than being wild and loud.

  He slaps my ass hard and I notice him breathing hard against my neck; his hands go to my waist and, holding me in place, he starts fucking me like he has never done before, thrusting his hips into me so fiercely that my whole body is burning up. I didn’t even know until now that a person could move as fast as he’s moving!

  My moans turn into screams and, before I even have the time to realize what’s happening, fireworks are already going off in my mind. I’m coming, each stroke of his cock making my mind splinter into a million shards of pleasure. And, God, it couldn’t be any more perfect.

  He doesn’t stop or slow - he keeps pushing through my moans and my screams, pounding me mercilessly. Only five seconds have passed, and a tidal wave of pleasure is engulfing me once more, all my limbs shaking and trembling as I come like a madwoman.

  He keeps going until that overwhelming pleasure comes for him too - with one final stroke he pushes his cock as deep as it can possibly go. I scream, feeling both pain and impossible pleasure, and he holds it there. His cock sprays my insides in an instant, each spasm of his cock making a shiver go up my spine. I push my hips back at him as he cums, tightening my pussy around his thickness with all the strength I can muster.

  I hold my position, gasping for air and reeling from the maddening attack of ecstasy my body has just suffered.

  As he pulls back, I feel his cum dripping down my pussy to my thighs, thick strands of it running down my legs. I don’t know why, but feeling it running down my legs… It feels good.

  I turn to Kaden, still struggling to keep my eyes open, and grab his cock gently, pushing him close to me. He comes willingly, and I brush my lips against his.

  Running his hand through my hair, he looks into my eyes as if he’s seeing me for the first time.

  "How did this happen…? Us…?" I find myself saying in a low whisper.

  "Does it even matter, Brittney? We’re here now," he says, smiling at me as a flash of tenderness eases the hard lines on his face.

  I simply shake my head, smiling back at him.

  No, the how doesn’t matter, not one single bit. All that matters is that it happened.

  Epilogue - Brittney

  Nervous and fidgety - now these are two characteristics I never thought would apply to Kaden. But here he is now, looking into my eyes as if he’s trying to find the
right words, tapping his fingertips on the table in a nervous tick.

  "What is it?" I ask him, reaching across the table and laying one hand on top of his. His nervousness seems to wash away as I touch him, and he squeezes my hand, gently smiling.

  "I was just thinking of how beautiful you are," he replies, his voice as smooth as the red wine we’ve been having. We’re sitting on the balcony of his penthouse, the bright lights of New York giving the night a soft orange glow. The streets below us criss-cross like a web, the city going about its routine as the two of us overlook the scene.

  We’ve been together for six months now, but this is actually the first time we’re doing something like this. When I received his text, asking me what I wanted for dinner, I assumed he wanted to go out and grab something to eat. But no - behind his words, his questions was really a what do you want me to cook for you? And I’ve never seen Kaden cook anything aside from a piece of toast. Yet, by the time I got home he was already waiting for me in a dark suit, his smile ready and set.

  Grabbing my hand, he guided me to the balcony and waved his hand at the table he had set up outside, a red cloth draped over it and the fine cutlery arranged so neatly you’d say a professional had done it.

  "What is this about?" I asked him then, and he simply told me it was about having dinner. So I sat down, and that’s where I am now, devouring the most amazing lasagna I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.

  "Oh my God, where did you learn to cook like this? I didn’t even know you could cook!" I ask him, shoving a full fork into my mouth.

  "That’s my super-power," he replies with a shrug, that smile of his still dancing on his lips. He has stopped tapping his fingertips on the table, but I still notice an anxious edge to his words.

  "Okay, I’m promoting you to chief of cuisine, Kaden. You cook from now on," I continue, making my way through the second plate.

  "Deal. But I’m going to need something from you in return."

  "Ask and it shall be given," I shoot back teasingly, lifting my leg under the table and resting the tip of my high heel between his thighs. "Like I always do," I finish off, pressing on his cock slightly and enjoying the way his eyes seem to widen in surprise.

  "Well, and can I ask anything?" He whispers, placing his elbows on top of the table and leaning toward me.

  "Anything," I whisper back at him, already imagining the wicked thoughts running through his mind. Even though six months have passed, we still keep on having sex like lust-crazed rabbits - and every time we’re together always seem better than the last one. I really lucked out with Kaden, haven’t I?

  "Well, then, if that’s the case…" He starts, going up to his feet, his chair sliding back. He dives his hand into his front pocket and walks around the table, slowly going down on one knee, his eyes locked on mine. He takes a small box from his pocket, and my heart stops beating for a moment.

  It can’t be.

  "Marry me, Brittney," he says, opening the box and showing me a simple golden ring. Oh God, someone pinch me right now - is this really happening?

  Slowly, he takes the ring out of the box, and I offer him my trembling hand.

  "Y-yes…! Yes, I’ll marry you!" I cry out, feeling the sting of tears on both my eyes. I wipe them off with the back of my free hand and, still smiling, he slides the ring into one of my fingers.

  "Now, I know this isn’t a diamond ring or anything like that but --"

  "I don’t care!" I cut him short. "I don’t care about diamonds and I don’t care about --"

  "But," he continues, still speaking softly, "this is far more important to me. This was my grandmother’s engagement ring, Brittney. It’s been in the family for more than sixty years, passing down from my grandmother to my mother… And now it’s your turn to wear it."

  "I… I don’t even know what to say," I whisper, raising my hand and looking at the way the ring fits perfectly on my fingers, its golden surface reflecting the stark glow of the brightly lit New York skyline. "It’s perfect."

  "No, you’re perfect," he replies, going up to his feet and bending over, his mouth reaching for mine. My eyelids droop as I feel the touch of his lips, and I place my arms over his shoulders, pulling him into me. Moving fast, he sneaks one arm under my legs, the fabric of his shirt brushing against the back of my knees, and picks me up from the chair.

  Carrying me in his arms, he looks into my eyes, a tender expression smoothing the rugged lines on his face.

  "I’m the luckiest man on Earth, Brittney," he whispers, and I feel my heart melting inside my chest.

  "You are… And you know why?" I tease him, my smile turning into a grin.

  "Why?"

  "Because your fiancée is in a celebratory mood," I say, and his lips seem to mimic my grin. "And you know what that means, don’t you?"

  "Oh, I do…" He replies, carrying me across the balcony and into the living room. He walks all the way to the bedroom, gently kicking the door open with the tip of his polished shoe, and steps inside.

  Remember how all this started? With me squatting, and Kaden throwing a stone at a cop car windshield. A silly moment, just an idiotic blip on the ever-flowing river of time… But it was that moment that set all this into motion.

  Life is all about that, I think. Not about trying to reach for the grand moments, but about enjoying the way the small things seem to send ripples throughout our whole lives.

  Most times, that’s how love finds you.

  At least, that’s how it found me.

  Red & Blue: A Dark MFM Romance

  Red & Blue: A Dark MFM Romance

  Take two of the most notorious men in politics and add one bad girl. Power has never corrupted so absolutely.

  Liam Jeffries and Carter Andrews rule their opposing political parties. Both are leaders of men. Both can have any woman he wants. But away from the cameras lies a deep seated rivalry…

  Until it explodes.

  Now, with their careers on the line, and their names dragged through scandal, the one person who can save them may be more of a badass than both of them combined. Curvy and confident Vivian Hawthorne, the youngest Senator in the history of the nation, has never met a bad boy she didn’t turn into a mewling kitten.

  But can this Senator handle both their…agendas?

  As Liam and Carter compete in a final showdown, a tantalizing new possibility presents itself - one that will change their lives forever, if it doesn't cost them the ultimate price.

  Come raise your polls with this exciting new dark MFM ménage romance - filled with brooding bad boy alpha males and the one woman who can tame them! No cliffhangers or crossing swords, but it’s a scorcher with super-steamy scenes that you’ve come to expect from Alexis Angel. Happily Ever After? You know it.

  Liam

  THWACK!

  I swear to fucking God that’s the sound that gets made when I slap Naomi’s plump, round ass. It sounds so lewd, so profane that I fucking love it.

  Naomi moans and everything I said about lewd and profane is just multiplied by a factor of one hundred.

  She’s a nasty woman, in a good fucking way. The kind that sticks her hand down your pants and starts massaging your cock in public. The kind that gives the wet, sloppy blowjobs that you need to clean up with a mop afterwards.

  "Oh, Liam, that feels so good!" Naomi moans again, jutting her ass back against me and shucking herself against my tree trunk of a cock that’s going in and out of her like a fucking piston.

  That’s right. I’m fucking the shit out of her doggie style. Not what you expected America’s youngest Mayor to be doing at the World Mayor’s Day conference in Paris, did you?

  And, no, I’m not going to mimic the sounds that are happening when my cock is diving into her pussy. The slurping, sucking, slapping sounds that are coming from the two of us as my monster cock ravages this poor heiress’ pussy.

  That’s right. Heiress. Scion of the Boltiador family fortune. You’ve heard of them, right? They control nearly all the fucking
gold mines in the Philippines and the copper mines in Indonesia. Not just that, but the fucking oil wells off the cost of Singapore and the coal mines in Australia.

  So what right? That’s probably what you’re wondering. What does an heiress’s family business have to do with me fucking her?

  "Oh baby … oh baby … oh ba … ughh!" Naomi groans loudly as my cock brushes up against a delicate cluster of nerve endings inside of her, pushing her over the edge. Her lithe body trembles in my hands and I feel her knees give way. I can feel the walls of her pussy spasm and tighten against my cock. She’s cumming. Hard.

  I’m not that far away from cumming myself. But before I spew obscene gallons of cum into this Trojan, let me go ahead and introduce myself to those of you who haven’t seen my chiseled face and deep icy blue eyes on the cover of Time Magazine and Newsweek. My name is Liam Jeffries.

  If you just did a double take darlin’ that’s okay. Yes, I am that that Liam Jeffries. The motherfucking bad boy Mayor. America’s Youngest Mayor at 32 years old. Heartthrob of millions of women around the world who see me with my fucking ripped body – my cut pecs and my 8-pack abs. That same self-made billionaire who talked his way into Harvard University even though he came from dirt-poor backgrounds. The 6’ 3" wet dream that you have every time you see me on the news. That’s mainly because the news reporters love covering me. You should see the female reporters drool every time they interview me. And they try to find any excuse to talk to me. We’re installing a new stoplight in New Kingston—that’s the city I manage—and they’ll come to my office for an exclusive. Cat got stuck in a tree—they need to do a breaking news sit down. They're all hoping for some one-on-one time to get my rugged face on their show. And once the cameras stop rolling, if they’re female, they get on their fucking knees. They hike up their prim and proper skirts or throw off their pantsuits and moan, and start polishing my knob. They moan like a slut as they impale themselves on my monster fuck stick.