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Ezekiel must’ve sensed the hunger inside me, because soon after our lips collided, he rolled himself on top of me, pinning my body down to the bed and making me moan into the kiss. He swallowed up the sound while his hands traveled along my body, bunching up my shirt to get at the skin below.
He only tore his mouth off mine to help me out of my shirt. My bra came off next, and then those hands of his—hands I would’ve stiffened away from not too long ago—traversed my top half, taking every part of me in. Anywhere he touched, my skin was alight, flesh on fire from the desire.
When those hands of his cupped my chest, massaging my tits and tweaking my nipples, I shuddered against him, my lower half grinding upon him. Even though Ezekiel was fully clothed, I could feel the growing hardness between his legs.
The slight stiffness in my midsection didn’t matter. None of it mattered. The only thing that was on my mind was the way he made me feel.
Amazing. He made me feel amazing, like none of my worries carried any weight. Like everything would work out because he was beside me.
Well, on top of me right now, but you get the idea.
His mouth broke off mine. His lips trailed fervent kisses along my jaw, and he stopped when he reached the crook of my neck. “I think,” he breathed out, his voice the huskiest I’d ever heard it, “you were always meant to be mine.”
Such delicious possessiveness. It was almost enough to make me forget he was a man of the cloth, enough to make me forget about everything else outside of this room. Right now, it was only me, Ezekiel, and the urgent need to feel him dominate me.
“Then make me yours,” I whispered back, holding onto his sides like this was a rollercoaster and he was the only bar keeping me on the ride. I was practically pleading with him when I repeated myself: “Make me yours.”
Ezekiel didn’t need any further begging. He stopped pressing down on me, moving so he could help me out of my pants and panties. Every inch of me was on fire, and by the time he undid his belt to start the process of shedding his own clothes, I’d waited enough.
“No,” I whispered as I pulled him back down on me and spread my legs for him. “I need you now.” There wasn’t time to take off his clothes. We were sinning anyway together; might as well make it a little extra taboo. He could fuck me while still in his priest’s garb.
Ezekiel did not argue. He went for his pants, undoing the button and zipper before pulling out his hard cock. I couldn’t see it in the darkness, but I felt it when he pressed down on me, his tip prodding my entrance. I breathed hard, ready for it, ready for him.
Ready for my priest to fuck me.
His hips bore down on me, and I cried out as his cock filled my core in one swift movement. I clung to him like he was my lifeline, even as he began to rock his hips with a greedy, desperate pace.
In and out, in and out. He knew exactly how to undulate those hips to hit something right inside of me, and the moans that came from my throat told him so. The bed swayed under us, the frame hitting the wall behind the headboard after each particularly hard thrust of his hips.
One of his hands found my hair, fingers curling into its lengths and tugging ever so gently. His other hand worked at my left tit, cupping it, rubbing the nipple, edging me closer and closer to an orgasm. My priest knew exactly how to touch me, how to fuck me; he really was all mine.
Pressure built inside me, and with each passing second, that pressure grew harder and harder to ignore. Ezekiel fucked me, toyed with my nipple, and pulled on my hair, and all the while I could feel myself inching closer to a release. It truly did not take long at all for it to become unavoidable.
The orgasm hit me, and it hit me hard. My whole body trembled after tensing up, and the cry that left my lips was unlike any other. My back arched as heated pleasure swept through me, taking hold of everything I was, everything I used to be, and everything I would be. Past, present, and future. This orgasm took all of me in a chokehold and refused to let go.
Ezekiel didn’t stop. He kept going, kept fucking me. If anything, he went at me harder after that, as if hearing and feeling my release only egged on the beast inside. Our bodies swayed in unison as his cock speared me over and over, and once I was in control of my body again, I clung to the sides of his shirt, fingers digging into the fabric as the man of God lost himself within me.
A low sound left Ezekiel’s chest. A sound that told me he was getting close to his own orgasm, to filling me with that seed of his—and I wanted it. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to erupt in me, to feel that warmth blossom in my core.
His body lurched above mine, his cock slamming into me as a deep-throated moan came from him. A dull warmth, just for a split-second, erupted in my pussy, and I knew he’d emptied himself inside me.
Ezekiel did not go to pull himself out right away. His cock stayed buried inside me, twitching as if he needed to go more.
Hmm. I could always go for more Ezekiel.
And that was why, when he finally pulled his cock out of my core, I rolled onto my stomach and propped myself up on my hands and knees, giving my ass. “Fuck me again,” I murmured.
He did not argue with me, not that I thought he would. He knelt behind me, positioning himself before drawing his hands along my sides, stopping only when he reached my hips. His fingers dug into my skin the same moment he pulled my ass back, slamming his cock into my core once more, only this time from behind.
“Oh, God,” I whispered as he fucked me from behind. This angle… let’s just say it felt different. Different but amazing.
“If there is a God here, it is you,” Ezekiel spoke through moans, his hands tightening on my sides. “And I am nothing but a man attempting to be worthy of you.” His hips jerked after that, his cock practically filling me up to my stomach.
Not possible, I knew, but it sure felt like he was rearranging my guts.
One of his hands left my side, and I could feel his body bend somewhat so that hand could snake around my hip. His fingers found my clit, surrounding the nub of flesh and starting to rub it.
That sent me overboard. Feeling his cock spear me while his fingers tweaked and stroked my aching clit; it was too much. Too much, all at once. I couldn’t catch my breath. The only thing I could do was hold myself up—barely—and let Ezekiel do whatever he wanted to me.
