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Her mouth gapes, her ass grinding into me, and when she reaches back to touch me, I push her hand away.
“Where did you touch yourself this morning?”
“In my bed. As soon as I woke up.” Chest rising up and down, she arches as I continue to pump my fingers, and the moment I remove them, her eyelids flip open.
Gaze set on her stare in the mirror, I suck her arousal from my fingers, then guide her toward the bedroom. A stack of what looks like two mattresses sits atop the floor, and I push her down onto the plush white bedding.
“Show me. Show me your fingers inside youreagerlittle hole, just the way you touched yourself this morning.”
Ass propped high, face planted against the mattress, she stares down at me and reaches between her shiny black thighs, pushing two fingers into the open gap of her suit.
God help me.
The sight of her is pure pornography, stirring my loins with a primitive need to fill her. To glut her with years of pent up release and watch as the evidence of my sin spills down the back of her thighs. To cloy this insatiable lust so I can get through my day without imagining this very moment in repetitive torment.
With a level of restraint I can barely contain, I watch as her fingers disappear knuckle deep inside of her and shine on the withdrawal. Squeezing my cock sends a new spurt of wetness across the tip, and I spread it over the head and down the shaft.
“I dreamed … oh, God, I dreamed … you were inside of me. Fucking me.” She keeps on with her fingering, hastening her pace as she works herself up to climax. Sliding her knees outward spreads her legs wider and stretches the hole of her suit, giving me more. So much more.
Bending forward, I push my slacks down to my knees and set my tongue alongside her buried knuckles, licking her, pussy to asshole. I stop to bite her plump flesh, and at the bucking of her hips, I nab her wrist, tugging her fingers from her hole to suck them clean. “I absolve you of your sins.”
Cock in hand, I drag my tip over her entrance, watching her grip the blankets with both hands, as if preparing herself for my intrusion. “And is this where you touched yourself just before I arrived, pécheresse?”
“Yes, Father.”
Yanking her backward, toward me, I push into her, and the outcry that follows skates down my spine with a harrowing pleasure I can’t even begin to describe. The latex suit rubs against my thighs, the zipper teeth set at each ass cheek scraping across my groin, adding an exquisite bite to the pleasure. “You’ve touched yourself so much. Can you even come for me?” My words carry the grit of a tightly clenched jaw.
“Yes, I promise, I’ll try, Father. Please.”
My whole body shudders as her tight walls suck me in then glide across my shaft as I pull out. Head tipped back, I close my eyes, focusing on the torment, and grip her latex-clad hips, digging my fingers into her bones. In and out, slow and easy, I savor the feel of her, the scent on the air, the taste still lingering on my tongue. Everything is as I imagined it would be—irresistibly gratifying and excruciatingly fucking good.
“Ivy. Ah, fuck.” Eyes still clamped, I tug her hips back into me on a hard thrust that rouses another belly-deep cry, and I grind into her ass, stirring my dick so deep inside her, it feels as if I’ll drill right through the woman. “Why does sin feel so good?”
She doesn’t answer, but at the firm squeeze of my balls, I look down to see she’s reached beneath, massaging them as I draw out of her, my shaft glistening with her arousal, and I drive into her again. In a steady rhythm, I thrust in and out of her, each drive smoother with the slickening of her pussy. Faster and faster, I hammer against her ass, while the sticky slap of her suit beats across my thighs.
Moans muffle into the pillows, while she rolls her head and claws at the bedding as if possessed by demons. Maybe she is. Surely, God isn’t present here, while I fuck her with the kind of reckless abandon that’ll land my soul in hell.
Ignoring her screams, I pound with the fervor and dedication of a blacksmith molding soft metal into a sword. A sword that’ll ultimately slice my heart right out of my chest and leave me a bloody fucking mess afterward. But I don’t care, I’m too far lost to the sensation, the exquisite ecstasy that promises a spine-tingling finale.
“C’mon, pécheresse, let me hear you scream.”
Head kicked to the side, her moans heighten, become intense, bouncing off the walls with every slam of my dick. “Oh, God!”
“There is no God here, Ivy. Only me.”
“Damon! Please, Damon!”
Sliding out of her, I flip her over, watching her tits jostle as I hike her leg over my shoulder and enter her again. I pound out the final seconds, muscles tight. Tighter. Holy fuck, I’m so wired I could snap.
Eyes rolled back, her mouth gapes, back arched up off the bed, as if she’s surrendering her soul to me. I want to frame this look, mentally capture it for the nights when I’m alone thinking about her. I want to remember the heat and the muscle cramping tension, the deeply rooted needs begging me to stretch this moment out for as long as I can. To savor every second of my debauchery, while her pussy milks my release.
I can’t. I can’t hold it any longer.
A flash of light explodes behind my eyes, rippling down my spine, and I pull out of her, directing jets of seed onto her tits with one hand as I pump my fingers in and out of her in the kind of rapid tempo that has her juices sloshing across my skin. Shuddering out the last of my load, I groan and clench my jaw, high on the rush that washes over me, rendering me dizzy and weak. Ready to pass out.
She arches her back and screams, her nipples erect and shimmering from my release. Body trembling, she sags against the mattress again and laughs, throwing a sloppy arm across her forehead. “Oh, my God,” she says and giggles again. “First time in my life I’ve come during sex. And it’s with a priest.”
This repletion doesn’t feel like salvation, though. I’m in purgatory, caught between heaven and the hell of knowing it won’t be enough. I’ve not had my fill of this woman, evident in the need to keep her close, the gluttony that burns inside of me for more of her. Like an animal, viciously guarding its next meal.
