Biting the Whole Apple (taboo forbidden erotica)

His Forbidden Fruit, #3

Abbie was still avoiding Fr Stefan, knowing that she could barely resist him once he touched her. Then she got news that threw yet another change into her life. Now something she had wanted could become a reality. Should she take it? Should she accept the offer from the youth pastor even when it was really, really wrong?

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"You want to touch it?"
His voice was gentle, a bit lower, as if he knew of her effort to restrain herself. When Abbie didn't immediately answer, he pulled her hand into his and brought it to his lips.

"Go on," he whispered now, pulling her to his chest as he rested his head on her shoulder.

Abbie raised a tentative hand to his head, brushing gently and then sliding her fingers deeper when she found he really had a thick head of hair. It worked like a cue, the moment she relished the feel of his hair, Stefan pressed a soft kiss on her neck, suckling hard even as her hand lurched down to his neck in surprise.

Her fingers fisted, tugging at his hair in reflex but Stefan buried his head deeper, his mouth busy trying to have more. Heat rose up quick and strong from within her, and Abbie could feel it spread just as rapidly on her breasts and neck.

"Where's your bedroom?" he whispered, tilting his head to find the other side of her neck. Abbie gasped and moaned his name when his hands cupped her, squeezing hard and greedy and she realized he was just as feverish as ever, his mouth wet and insatiable on her skin.

"Abigail, your bedroom," he repeated, his teeth sinking gently even when his hands told her he was not as patient as he tried to look. She caught her breath when he took hold of her ass, grabbing possessively; what was left of her mind wondering what he would do if she waited...

Abbie moaned when he pressed closer, pushing her up the wall as his mouth started ravishing hers. She could feel her thighs spread open, his hardness throbbing against her soft mound.

"Do you want it here?" he asked.