“What we’re doing here today,” Delilah said, looking sexy as hell in her own gas mask that matched mine perfectly.
It felt fitting to do this here in a place he considered holy. He’d twisted that term enough in his lifetime to be shown the right way to use desecration. And I’d enjoy every second of it.
I wanted him to watch the woman he’d tormented be worshipped the way she deserved before we killed him.
“Right. What we’re doing here today,” I spread my arms wide with a wicked smile splayed underneath my masked face. “We’re here to treat you just as you’ve treated others, PASTOR John.” I yelled that fake moniker he insisted on being called. The asshole wasn’t anymore a pastor than I was a fucking monk. “But first, I want you to watch something I think you’re going to enjoy. You get to watch your wife get fucked by someone she actually wants to be with.”
His eyes went wide and both Delilah and I removed our masks at the same time. He screamed something from behind his gag and I laughed at his outrage. He couldn’t stop staring at Delilah’s shaved head.
“What do you say, baby? What if I show this bastard what real worship looks like?”
“I’d say you better get on your knees and ask for my forgiveness for making me wait this long.”
Fuck. I loved this woman.
I was hard and on my knees for her in an instant, gripping her supple hips. My cock twitched as I unbuttoned her pants and yanked them down her hips, making sure to remove her knives first.
She grabbed me by my hair and with a sinful glint in her eyes, positioned me right where she wanted me to be—between her thighs and with my mouth on her wet, tight cunt. I drowned out John’s grunts and focused in on placing a strategic and tantalizing lick around Delilah’s clit. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed.
I placed a soft bite on her pussy, and she yanked my hair with a smirk on her lips.
“I love when you get rough with me,” I praised.
She let out a low, sultry laugh that sent tingles down my spine.
With every lick of my tongue and thrust of my fingers, I was hyperaware of John’s eyes on us. And so was Delilah, but she didn’t give him an ounce of attention. Instead, she locked eyes with me as she used my mouth the way she wanted, rocking her hips and riding my face unabashedly.
Her moans echoed off the tall ceiling as she came all over my face, drenching my chin and tongue with her delicious cum.
I was so fucking hard for her right now. And she could tell. Before I had time to catch my breath, she was kneeling down, pushing me onto my back and straddling me. She had my cock out and lined up with her slick, wet pussy with her palm pressed firmly onto my bullet proof vest.
As I thrust up into her, she moaned and tilted her head back, riding me up and down with such a wild ferocity, it was a fucking sight to behold. And knowing that her husband had to watch every second was an added bonus.
“You see, John, you never knew how to treat me, or any woman for that matter. You don’t know what it looks like when your partner is really enjoying themselves. How does it feel to have to watch another man take what you thought was yours? I was never yours. And now you’ll pay for what you’ve done.”
I could feel the walls of her pussy quivering around my shaft, tightening and throbbing. She was close.
When I turned to see how Pastor John was taking it, she grabbed me by the chin and made me look up at her. “He doesn’t exist right now. Only us.”
Wow, I really liked in charge Delilah. Holy shit.
My hands found her hips and helped push her down harder.
I was barely holding myself together, and then she grabbed my bullet proof vest and hoisted me up, pulling us together and planting a passionate, heated kiss on my lips. Our tongues tangled and our movements became urgent.
I bit down on her bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth as she ground her clit down onto my pelvic bone.
When we broke apart, she traced her tongue on my bottom lip and the sensation sent tingles down my spine. I was so fucking gone for her.
She moaned loudly and I knew she was coming.
I slammed up into her and gave her everything I had, knowing I would happily do this for the rest of my damn life if she wanted me to.
My orgasm hit me hard, and I filled her tight cunt with my cum, feeling sweat snake down my temples and my breathing falter.
When she stood up, she looked triumphant, finally turning to grin at her pig of a husband. He hadn’t looked away and one glance at him let me see his hard on. I chuckled at that.
“Did you enjoy our little show, you piece of shit?” I asked. He frowned and thrashed.
