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"Maybe God sent you because I prayed for someone to save me," I continue, looking into his eyes as I let one hand fall down his chest. I take it all the way down to his waist, my fingertips brushing over the leather of his belt.
"Your definition of God is a twisted one, Clarise," he replies, but each time he speaks I feel his voice growing less steady. Still, he grabs my arms and pushes me back again. Turning around, he averts my gaze and looks up the aisle, his eyes going straight toward the huge crucifix at the end of the church.
The expression on his face is a conflicted one, and I can tell that there’s a fight raging inside of him. The kind of fight I just know his rational mind won’t win because I have a say on what happens now.
I mean, let’s be real for a moment; if he really didn’t want anything to happen, he wouldn’t have allowed me to lock us inside here. But, despite his protests, he didn’t unlock the door; he remained here with me, listening to my words. And the way he looks at me … it’s almost as if he’s begging me to break past his defenses. And, oh, I’m so happy to do it.
"Maybe my definition is the right one," I say, once more closing the distance between us. Reaching for him with my hand, I place two fingers under his chin and force him to look back at me. "Maybe God wants us to be happy? I doubt he wants you to keep torturing yourself like this."
This time, there’s no quick reply. He just stares at me in complete silence, his breathing growing shallow and ragged. In a sense, the way I’m mixing sex and religion is turning him on… All he needs now is a little push.
"You want me," I continue, allowing my gaze to roam down to his crotch. His pants are tented, and I can already see the contour of his rock hard cock straining against the fabric. "And I want you…" With that, I reach for his hand slowly and curl my fingers around his wrist. Maneuvering his hand, I guide it between my thighs and force him to press the palm of his hand against my pussy, over the fabric of my dress.
I bite down on my lower lip as I feel the pressure of his fingers, and I let a slight moan escape from my mouth.
"Are you going to leave me in such a state?" I continue, my voice suddenly gaining a hard edge. "Are you going to make me beg? Because if that’s what it takes, I’ll do it… I’ll beg and beg and --"
"This is wrong," he breathes out, his voice so heavy I can almost feel the impact of his words against my chest. Still, despite his words, he keeps his hand on my pussy even though my fingers are no longer around his wrist.
"And maybe that’s why it feels so right," I find myself saying, and before he can stop me, I reach for his cock with one hand and grab it tightly. Allowing a wicked grin to take over my lips, I narrow my eyes as I tighten my grip on his cock.
"Are you going to make me beg?" I ask him again, and the look on his face is the only answer I need.
22
Connor
Turns out, I don’t need her to beg.
The moment she placed her hand on my cock, I was done for.
Still with my hand between her thighs, I take three steps forward and push her back against the wall. Pressing hard with my hand, I start rubbing her pussy over her thong, flicking my wrist at a steady rhythm as I keep my eyes trained on her.
"Is this what you want?" I ask her, my voice heavy and brimming with pent-up desire.
"No … I want everything," she whispers back at me, that devilishness in her voice making her eyes shine. Gritting my teeth, I grab the fabric of her thong and flick it to the side; cupping her naked wet pussy with the palm of my hand, I let my thumb fall over her clit and I start to rub it. At the same time, I part her drenched folds with my fingers and then, moving fast, I slide my index finger all the way in; curling it upward like a hook, I send it straight to her G-spot. The moment I hit that sweet spot hidden inside of her, she lets out a moan so sudden and loud that I feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
From the first time I heard her voice I knew that hearing her scream and moan would be something special, and I wasn’t wrong about that. There’s really nothing better than to have my body pressed against hers, my cock buried deep inside of her pussy while I have her lips brushing against my ear as she
moans my name.
Flicking my wrist at a steady pace, I let a smile creep on my lips as I look at her. She has her head thrown back back against the wall, her hair already slightly disheveled, and her eyes are closed. As for her lips, they’re slightly parted, just enough for her to breath out heavily and let me know all about the pleasure I’m inflicting on her body.
"I want you to come for me," I tell her, the commanding tone of my voice surprising me. "And I want you to do it now," I continue, pressing hard against her G-spot as I rub her clit fiercely.
"Oh, Connor…" she pants and, as if her body decides to obey my words, I feel her inner walls tighten up around my fingers. She arches her back slightly, and I notice the muscles around her neck tensing up as she grits her teeth. The tension in her body is almost palpable, but it doesn’t last long; sliding one more finger inside her pussy, I thrust it hard against her G-spot again and she comes undone.
"OH FUCK!" she breathes out fast, the tension in her body slowly crumbling as slight spasms take over her muscles. The sound of her voice echoes through the church as if it’s being amplified by a microphone, and a shiver goes up my spine as I realize what we’re doing; we’re going at it in a church, one of the largest ones in America. Sure, it’s deserted right now, and I’m pretty sure we’re the only people in the main chamber… But there’s always a risk, isn’t there? The thing is, right now I think I love the fact that we’re running a risk. If sinning didn’t feel good, no one would ever do it.
"That felt good, didn’t it?" I ask her as I slide my fingers out of her pussy, her creamy juices coating them. With my heart beating at a thousand miles per hour, I raise my open hand, taking my drenched fingers to her mouth; looking straight into her eyes, I brush my fingertips over her lower lip, painting it in her own fluids.
"It felt good," she repeats after me, narrowing her eyes slightly as she takes me by the wrist. Then, instead of pushing my hand back, she makes me slide my two fingers inside her mouth; wrapping her lips around them, she sucks her own juices eagerly as a throaty moan vibrates up her throat.
"I want more," she purrs as my fingers pop out of her mouth, her lips glistening.
"And what else could you possibly want?" I ask her, but I give her no time for an answer. I lean into her, pressing my lips against hers, and close my eyes as I savor the musky taste of her pussy on her lips.
"I’ve already told you," she replies, pulling back from me and taking her fingers to my shirt. Popping out the top button, she then loosens my tie and leans in to pull on my lower lip with her teeth. "I want everything."
