Unholy Man

Ryan Driller catches a breath when Melissa Stratton busts into the rectory. She slams that filthy porn mag onto his desk and starts ranting about protecting her family. He talks her down, easy and smooth, and sends her home with her head together. The second the door clicks shut, curiosity grabs him by the collar. He cracks the magazine open, half expecting cartoons, but damn if the spreads don’t make his pants tighten. One glance turns into two, his hand goes down, and he’s stroking himself like a guy who hasn’t cut loose in years. Right when he’s deep in it, the door swings again. Melissa’s eyes flare. She can’t believe the holy man’s got his cock out over dirty pictures. Panic flashes, then something fiercer—she refuses to let the magazine win. She steps closer, voice low and steady, tells him she won’t let one lustful minute ruin everything he stands for. Convincing turns into touching, touching turns into clothes hitting the floor, and soon he’s buried inside her, fucking the obsession right out of his system while she rides him like salvation itself.