Page 59 of The Sinner and the Priest: Part Two

Great. Now I feel bad, and it’s been a long day. “Look, babe, maybe we just⁠—”

“Whatever you want,” he declares. “That’s your reward.”

He said that before, but this time, there’s an element of tension in his posture, alarm, too. Maybe fear.

My gaze dips to his Roman collar, and my clit throbs. My knees hit the cushion so fast that I almost give myself whiplash. It’s like my body knows the prize is gold before my mind catches up.

“Bene,” he mutters, almost surprised.

He casually twists the dial on the tomato timer and then sets it on the condiment table by the door.

Tick, tick, tick, tick. The sound fills the room. Nine minutes.

I press my palms together and close my eyes, perfectly pious.

“Okay, what prayer?” I ask. “Hit me with your best shot. You might have to remind me of the words, though, because, spoiler, I’m not really a nun⁠—”

The metallic click of a belt unbuckling steals my breath and quickens my pulse. Footsteps grow closer, and then I feel a wall of heat at my front. A zipper pulls, loud and close.

My eyes snap open, and I’m face-to-face with Cisco’s tattooed fingers wrapped around the base of his exposed cock.

“I think I love you,” I rasp.

“Not yet, piccola. But you will.” He pumps his fist up the veined shaft to the dusky crown glistening with precum. He’s so aroused. I’ll bet that was throbbing the moment I touched it. “Open your mouth,” he orders, voice gravelly.

I part my lips, but only a few millimeters. He exhales roughly through his nose, frustrated. Perfect. I want him unhinged and as desperate as I am.

“Wider.” He taps the side of my jaw with his cock. “As if you’re taking communion.”

“Praise Jesus.”

I smirk, open wide, and stick out the flat of my tongue.

He grumbles something I don’t catch, then guides his tip toward my mouth. He pauses, hovering just out of reach. My mouth waters for a taste. His brows slam down in warning. “If you interrupt or play the brat, the timer starts over. Capito?”

Tick-tick-tick-tick.

Honestly, if I knew sucking him off was his definition of praying, I’d have pounced on him a long time ago.

“Whatever you want, Padre.”

“Mercy—” His hand whips out to grip my jaw and tilt my face up. “You will take me slow, you will listen, and you will obey. Understood?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” I press my thighs together to ease the ache in my pussy. Hurry up. “Big man. Big rules.”

Big cock.

Some kind of wildness lurks behind his brown eyes. His grip tightens on my jaw to the point of bruising.

“No teeth,” he growls. “No games. You will learn to be good for me.”

I open my mouth as wide as I can and wait like a good little girl, even though I want to bite, just to see what he’d do.

Another softly muttered, “Bene.”

My body heats at his praise. No one else has ever had this power over me, but with Cisco, I’m a mewling, wet, spineless mess every time he uses that commanding tone.

I love it.