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“You. I need you.”
“Aye, and you’ll be having me. In every fucking hole you have.”
Setting the candle down, I reached for her. I slid one arm beneath her thighs and wrapped the other around her back. She was up and cradled in my arms before she knew I’d lifted her.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m having my way with you, right here on the altar. It’s the only proper way for me to worship my Sunday.”
Her breath hitched. “Yes. God, please.”
“That’s Daddy to you, Miss Fallon.”
Setting her at the edge of the altar, I spread her thighs wide, noting the slickness with satisfaction. “You look positively edible. In fact, I think I need a taste.” I reached between her legs, sliding two fingers through her folds, curling them up and into her before pulling out. She protested, her hips chasing me as I raised my fingers to my lips, licking them clean while I held her gaze. I groaned. “Delicious. My favorite nectar.”
I reached back down, gathering more of her arousal, this time offering my fingers to her. Rubbing the tips along her bottom lip just as I had with the crown of my weeping cock. “Taste yourself, Miss Fallon.”
She parted her lips and took my fingers inside, her tongue along my skin sending jolts of pleasure straight to my length.
“You’re right. It’s so sweet.”
“Honey.”
“God, Caleb, please fuck me.”
I pushed her onto her back, offering her wet cunt a light slap. “What was that?”
“Fuck me, Daddy.”
I shook my head, tutting under my breath. “You’re not supposed to be speaking, Miss Fallon. I’m torn between giving you what you want for correcting yourself or punishing you further until you learn your lesson.”
I sent up a silent prayer she wouldn’t test me further because I needed it just as badly as she did. Everything in me hurt to sink inside her. But my plans involved much more than simply fucking her into oblivion. I wanted to possess her. To leave my mark on her soul. That meant she needed to be fully prepared for me to claim her in a way she wouldn’t ever be able to forget. Our moments were fleeting, as the world had already begun to crash down around us. Tonight had to count for everything we’d never get to do again.
Glancing to my left, I searched the wall for the bottle of oil I knew had been stored there.
“Where are you—”
“Hush, Miss Fallon. Or you may never get that orgasm you’re hunting.”
She whimpered.
I lifted the bottle, dipping a finger in to ensure that it hadn’t turned in the years it had been left sitting, but no. It would serve. Returning to her side, I held up the candle once more.
Her chest heaved as she guessed my purpose. I tipped the pillar, little splashes of wax landing between her legs, up along her thighs, and finally right on top of that perfect little cunt.
Sunday cried out, her back bowing off the altar. With the liquid wax properly disposed of, I blew out the candle.
“Open your legs wider, my darling one. Let me have you.”
Her tight nod did unnameable things to me. Such a simple gesture, and yet it drove me wild. Candle still held aloft, I picked up the oil with my other hand, tipping it until the slippery liquid poured along her already dripping center. We were going to need plenty more of it by the time I was through with her.
Taking the candle, I ran the bottom along her seam, guiding the glistening drops where I wanted them to go. Then I pushed inside her, long, slow, as far as I could, loving the sight of her pink lips constricting as I did. I worked the candle in and out, knowing she could take it because I was larger and she stretched around me perfectly.
Her sweet cries filled the air around us, her body working to pull more inside her. I was teasing her, purposely holding back, and she knew it.
“Stop playing with me.”
“Never, Miss Fallon.”
