Novels by FAYE💙

I groaned, pulling the heavy duvet up to my chin as another violent wave of nausea rolled through my stomach. I’d been feeling utterly exhausted and sick for the past week, but today it finally got to me. My husband and son had left a while ago to run some errands and grab lunch, forcing me to stay in bed and rest.The house was silent, except for the low hum of the AC. I closed my eyes, trying to drift off to sleep, when a faint, scratching sound came from the side of the house.I frowned, then I heard a click.My eyes snapped open just in time to see the window slowly slide upward. A large frame coming in through the window. My heart jumped straight into my throat, I sat up quickly, clutching the sheets to my chest.It was Caleb.He was wearing a dark hoodie, he closed the window behind him as his dark eyes locked onto me."Caleb?" I gasped, "What are you doing?"He kicked off his sneakers and walked toward the edge of my bed. "I heard you were home sick. I couldn't just leave you h

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out of my purse frowning."Everything okay, honey?" my husband asked, looking up from the smoking grill where he was chatting with Caleb’s dad."Yeah, my sister is constantly disturbing me about the family plans, the music out here is too loud," I sighed, "I’m going to go sit in the SUV for a few minutes where it’s quiet so I can actually hear her. I'll be right back.""Take your time, babe," my husband smiled, turning back to flip the burgers.I walked across the sun-drenched grass, leaving the noise of the joint family BBQ behind. Our large SUV was parked at the far end of the lot under the shade of the trees, its windows heavily tinted. I unlocked it and climbed into the backseat for comfort, and pulled the heavy door shut. Meanwhile, back at the BBQ, Caleb leaned over the table, knocking a plate of burgers into his lap, the dark BBQ sauce and grease splattered all over his white t-shirt."Man, I am such a klutz," Caleb groaned."Dude

The aggressive clicking of buttons and the muffled sound of explosions echoed from upstairs. My son and Caleb had been locked in his bedroom for the last two hours, completely absorbed in their video games but my body hadn't forgotten the feeling of Caleb's thick stretch from last week, and the ache between my thighs was growing unbearable.I knew it wasn't our arranged time but I couldn't wait as I arranged a plate of sandwiches and snacks on the kitchen counter, my heart hammering against my ribs just thinking about him.I carried the tray upstairs and stood outside my son's bedroom door, my heart hammering against my ribs. I took a deep breath, smoothing down my fitted dress, and pushed the door open."Hey boys, I brought you some snacks," I said, keeping my voice perfectly calm.My son didn't even look up from the screen, his eyes glued to the TV with his large gaming headset covering his ears as he yelled into his microphone to his teammates. "Thanks, Mom! Just set them down!"

Most women loved getting made love to gently by an older figure, but I liked it rough with my son's best friend.“Hmmmm….. Right there,” I moaned as Caleb thrusted into me relentlessly.“You're doing so good, baby,” I praised him as he continued his relentless rhythm.We were at the edge of my maternity mattress, where my husband and I sleep, my body completely open to him. I had one leg dangling off the side of the bed, while he had my other leg hiked high up over his broad shoulder, completely exposing my soaking heat so he could drive into me even deeper. Every slam of his hips had me sliding up the sheets. I fondled my breasts, squeezing my aching nipples, my eyes never leaving his beautiful, sweating face as he stared down at me with pure, feral hunger. My husband was at work and my son was at practice, while I was at home being utterly ravished by his best friend."Good boy, Caleb… you take care of Mommy so well," I whimpered, watching his eyes go dark.I felt Caleb's thick co

The cold midnight air hit my face, but I was visibly sweating down my neck.I rushed through the blacked-out church graveyard. Every crunch of gravel beneath my sneakers felt deafening. Deep in my pocket, my fingers squeezed the silver signet ring.‘Keep your hands clean, and the Lord will elevate you.’The Bishop’s advice felt like a mockery. My hands were already stained, I was officially a thief. At the cemetery's edge stood the abandoned church house; it was a rotting wooden structure that had been abandoned for decades, Its windows were boarded tight and the paint peeled away like dead skin. The structure sat completely swallowed by darkness, no cars, no lights, no signs of life. My heart battered against my ribs as I stepped onto the porch. The decaying wood groaned under my weight as I shoved open the front door. It swung open with a long creak, the hallway smelling of mold and dust."I’m here," I called out into the dark. "I have what you wanted. Now give me the phone."I was

We were both breathing heavily when she came down from the high. Through the suffocating tightness of the booth, I managed to stand up from my seat and placed her on it. I pulled off my vestments and tossed it into the visitor's side of the booth before turning back to her with my cock in hand. She looked completely flushed as she sat on my seat, gown already bunched up and tits in full display. “Let's get this done quickly,” I rasped, stroking myself one more time before lining up at her entrance. “What's the rush, Father?” She gasped, immediately cutting off as I slid into her. I took one of her legs and placed it on my shoulder for better access. “Yes, Father… right there,” she whimpered as I continued slamming into her relentlessly. The church was already cleared out and the only thing I could hear was the ragged breathing coming from both of us. “You're so good at this, Father…” she cooed as I let out a grunt, burying myself deeper to her hilt. I tilted her head