Page 103 of For I Have Sinned

Running the tip through her slit, I line myself up at her entrance. Flicking my eyes up to her face, I can clearly see her impatience. Leaning forward, I wrap my hand around her throat, and I sink into her just an inch.

“You are the perfect offering,” I praise before I jerk my hips forward.

Her scream is muffled by the tight hold of my fingers pressing into her neck. Her hands frantically grab my wrists as if she is attempting to keep herself grounded while I slam into her repeatedly. My eyes leave her face and go to the spot where we are connected. I drag myself out of her, my cock dripping with the mixture of holy water and her arousal, and the sight alone brings out the beast within me.

It’s been too long since I’ve had sex with a woman, and I knew that the day would come when it would happen again, but what I did not think was that it would happen while I was still an unmarried priest.

I knew it would feel good to finally submit to the act again, but I never knew it was going to feel this good. It’s better than I remember. I don’t know if it is because of the thrill of doing something I’m not supposed to or if it’s because of the woman beneath me that I’ve become infatuated with.

“You take me so well,” I praise, digging my fingers harder into her skin. I groan with satisfaction as I slide back inside her, pushing deeper than before. “Do you feel nice and full, little sin?”

Her lips part, and she chokes out a, “Yes.”

I slip out of her, rubbing my tip against her clit. “How does it feel now?”

“Empty,” she whines, her eyes glossing over with tears. “So empty.”

“Do you like submitting to me?” I ask, taking my hand away from her throat so she can finally breathe. Celine nods, drinking in the air I stole from her. “Do you want me to fill you again?” Another nod. “Beg for it, Celine. Show me how much you love surrendering to me.”

“Please, Alex.” Hearing my name roll off her tongue in a plea almost makes me slide back into her, but I need more than just two words.

I narrow my eyes, meeting her gaze. “You can do better than that.”

She truly begs and it sounds like music to my ears. “Alex, please, fill me again. I hate how empty I feel. I need you.”

I line myself up at her entrance again, sticking the tip in and gripping her hips. “Oh, I’ll fill you, Celine. I’ll fill you with so much of my cum that you’ll be dripping the rest of the week. It’ll be a reminder of who owns you.”

Her eyes flash to mine, and I smirk before I yank her body into me. I enter her in one swift move, and I’m done teasing her now. My hold on her hips tightens as my momentum becomes more violent. The mix of our breaths and the filthy sounds echo through the chapel as I continuously drive myself into her.

I toss my head back, eyes squeezing shut as I already feel myself ready to release. I need to fight it, because I don’t want this to end. I want to be buried inside her until the day I die.

“I’m.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Obsessed.” Thrust. “With.” Thrust. “You.”

I didn’t mean for the words to come out, and it makes my movements waver. I dare a glance at Celine, and she is staring at me with admiration. “I’m kind of obsessed with you, too.”

Hope builds in my chest at her words. Maybe telling her that I want to be with her will go better than I thought it would. I start my movements again, going faster. Her legs wrap around me, shaking as she is close to her release.

“Alex!” she cries out, begging me to send her over the edge.

“What is it? You need to come?” She nods. “Go ahead, mark me with your cum. Show me who I belong to.”

Tears roll down the side of her face as the immense pleasure takes over her body. I increase my speed, driving into her with such force that her body slides up the altar.

“Now, Celine.”

At my words, she comes undone. She cries out, and I don’t bother to silence her. It’s because of me that she is losing her mind, and I need to hear it. I continue to fuck her through her orgasm until my hips begin to falter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I spill inside of her, keeping my hips still as we both ride the high.

Celine is a beautiful mess below me. Her skin slick with holy water and her chest heaves as she fights to find her breath after being thoroughly fucked. Her eyes remain shut as she relishes the bliss of her orgasm, and she looks so peaceful that I don’t want to move.

But sadly, we can’t stay like this any longer. It was already risky having sex under the roof of a church, let alone the chapel. So I slide out of her, spreading her legs apart to get a better view.

“I love seeing my cum fill you.” I stick my fingers inside her and gather our mixed arousal. Taking them out, I hold my hand up and lean forward. “Open your mouth.”

She does as she’s told, and when she cleans my fingers with her tongue, she sighs with satisfaction as if it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. Like she wants more.

“Do you like how we taste?” She silently nods. I take my fingers out of her mouth and ask, “Who do you belong to, little sin?”