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"Don’t stop… Just… Just don’t stop," I beg of him, and he obeys without questioning me. Inch by slow inch, he pushes his thickness deep into my ass, only stopping when all of it is inside of me. "Oh, my God…"
Moving as slowly and careful as he can, he then slides his cock out and then in again. He builds up a rhythm slowly, taking his time as he pistons into me. Not that I can keep track of time right now; I’m too dazed to do anything, to be honest. My brain is too busy with processing his thick cock as it goes in and out of my ass.
"I want you… to cum… inside my ass," I tell him, gritting my teeth as he starts thrusting harder. With his fingers digging into my hips, he keeps me in place as his thighs start slapping my cheeks violently.
Supporting myself with one hand only, I take the other one to my pussy and get to work on my clit, rubbing it hard with three fingers. My movements are so violent and erratic that I feel a slight stab of pain on my pussy, but that isn’t enough to make me stop; if anything, it just makes me go even harder.
I remain like that for God knows how long, enjoying the coming and going motion of his cock as I rub my clit, and then I find these familiar flames of ecstasy shooting up my spine. A firestorm takes over my mind in a fraction of a second, scorching everything on its way, and I thrust my ass back against Connor. Impaling myself on his cock, I hadn’t even noticed that his whole body was tensing up as well.
As I remain frozen in place, his whole twelve inches buried deep inside of me, I feel his shaft spasming viciously against the inner walls of my ass. Then, the sudden warmness of his seed hits me at once, coating my insides as I moan as loud as I can, completely ignoring the soreness in my throat.
"Yes… cum… cum for me…" I moan as Connor keeps on gushing his whole load into my ass, and I don’t even dare move as he does it. Only when his cock gives its dying spasm do I give my body permission to fall forward. Collapsing on the cold floor, my face against the tiles, I don’t even have the time to reel from this orgasm.
"You drive me so fucking insane," I hear Connor say as he rests his hands over my ass cheeks, spreading them wide as his cum drips down my ass crack. Then he leans into me, and I tremble as I feel the tip of his tongue moving up the length of my ass. He stops right on my asshole, and then he moves his mouth down in a hurry, crushing his lips against my hole. Jabbing his tongue against my ass, he scoops up his own cum, licking and sucking with a wicked hunger.
"Oh, God, yes," I moan, smiling to myself as I feel the wet touch of his mouth. I even jut my ass back, pressing it against his face, and I stay like that until he finally pulls back from me.
Sitting up in a hurry, I then turn to him and lace one arm around his neck. I pull him into me fast and he doesn’t react; he just parts his lips as I crush my mouth against his, shoving my tongue past his lips. I kiss him eagerly, savoring that sweet blend of flavors in his mouth. The muskiness of my pussy, the saltiness of his seed… God, I used to think of myself as an experienced woman, but only after Connor and I started going at it did I really push past my limits. I mean, I've never done something as crazy as kiss a man with his own cum, not to mention that this was the first time I allowed someone inside my backdoor… Yeah, that’s right, in a sense, Connor stripped me of my virginity.
"I gotta start confessing more regularly," I whisper with a light chuckle, running my tongue over my lips and licking them dry. Looking into him, I see his chin glistening, a thick strand of cum hanging from his lower lip, and I don’t even think twice. Leaning into him, I reach for that strand with the tip of my tongue and scoop it into my mouth. Swallowing as I smile at him, I
then throw myself back against one of the walls, closing my eyes as I savor all that pleasure still running inside my veins.
"It’s liberating, isn’t it?" he asks me, sitting by my side.
"What is?"
"To confess your sins…" he smiles, and then he can’t resist adding a few words more. "And to make some more."
26
Clarise
Squeezing myself inside my clothes again, I run one hand through my hair and sit in one of the pews. I lean back against it and sigh heavily, my heart still hammering against my chest.
I close my eyes for a second, and then I remember the reason I came after Connor in the first place. Earl, remember? I know, I know… I was in such a hurry to talk with Connor about my impromptu meeting with Earl, but what can I say? I simply couldn’t resist teasing him the moment I saw him kneeling inside the confessionary.
"Come here, we need to talk about something…" I say, patting the spot next to me. He smiles softly as he buttons up his shirt, and then he sits down on the pew by my side.
"What is it, Clarise? I hope you don’t have anything else to confess," he chuckles, and I can’t help but chuckle as well; there’s no regret in his voice this time, and that kinda makes me feel better. As fun as it is to make him cross a line, I sure as hell don’t like making him miserable because of it.
"No, nothing to confess," I start. "But Earl’s up to something… He met me in the library and there was something about the way he talked. I don’t know what it is, Connor, but he’s up to something. And it isn’t good," I tell him, now capable of talking business. It’s as if I needed to have his body first before I could articulate a sentence that would make any sense.
"I know he is," he tells me flatly, his gaze wandering out to the altar. He remains deep in thought for a long while, and I have to be the one to cut through the silence.
"I’m worried … I don’t know what Earl might do if he gets control of the company. He doesn’t really care about the family. All he cares about is power and control … and once he has that…"
"I know, Clarise…" he whispers, and then he places his hand on top of mine, gently squeezing it. "But I don’t want you to worry. I’ll keep Jonathan on the right path, and I won’t let Earl wrestle the company away from him … or from the family."
"Please, don’t underestimate him … I mean it. He’s dangerous, and if he sees you as an obstacle, he knows no limitations."
"I know, I won’t underestimate him. I’ll keep my eyes open," he tells me softly, and something in his tone of voice eases my mind.
"Thank you," I whisper back at him and, before I think of what I’m doing, I open my arms and wrap them around his body, pulling him into me and hugging him tightly. Somehow, his closeness makes me feel safer than I’ve ever felt.
"You don’t have to thank me," he breathes out, running one hand through my hair as he holds me close. "There’s nothing that I want more than to protect you…"
I look into his eyes, stunned at his words. For a man who was so adamant about running away from me, this is quite a change.
