Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
His hands were rough on my hips as he gripped them and then turned me around and had me grasp the shelves that were built into the wall.
“Do not make a single sound,” he growled. “This room is not soundproof, and absolutely everyone in the entire congregation will hear you cry out. Unless you want them walking in here and watching me sodomize you, I suggest your pretty little mouth stays shut. Be good for me, and I will reward you. Be bad and, well… everyone will know you tempted a priest from his calling.”
He pushed my dress up, so it was halfway up my back, then he placed his hand on my spine, pushing down so I arched my hips up for him. The oil he poured between my ass cheeks was warm and felt slippery and so very wrong.
He slipped both of his fingers back inside me, his other hand moving down and pressing a single finger against my clit. It was enough pressure to give me pleasure but not enough to drown out the sting and the burn of what he was doing.
“Relax,” he commanded, and my body obeyed.
I couldn’t see what was happening, which made every nerve I had come to life in anticipation of what he was going to do. Would he spank me again first? Would he play with my clit more, bringing me to the edge of pleasure and holding me there, or worse?
Silently, I held still. Aching for him to touch me, I let him massage that oil into my puckered hole and just closed my eyes and waited. I could hear people outside, not distinct enough to understand any conversations or even pick out individual voices. But I knew they were there. I knew they could hear me if I wasn’t quiet.
The sound of his zipper made my skin tighten, knowing what was coming. He slipped his cock into my slit, first rubbing the head against my clit and giving me the most delicious pleasure before moving up toward my opening. I shifted my hips so his cock notched there, and I pressed back just a little, wanting him to fuck me.
He let out a low, dark chuckle as he put his hand back on the base of my spine.
“You could have had that, had you asked to speak to me and then dropped to your knees to worship me like you should have. That is only for good girls, not for bad little girls who come in here with accusations.” He lifted his cock up and notched it against my ass.
I struggled against him. His fingers burned, so I couldn’t imagine what his thick cock would do, even with the aid of the viscous holy oil.
“Quiet, we wouldn’t want Mommy to walk in here, would we? This door doesn’t lock.”
I bit into my lower lip as he pushed inside me an inch at a time. The pain was blinding at first. Biting my lip would not be enough and instead, I sank my teeth into my forearm. Needing to muffle my cry.
He pushed in, slowly. Inch by inch. Initially the pain got worse, but as he ran his oil-covered hand up and down my spine under my dress, petting me, coaxing me to relax, it hurt less. Slowly, the pain and the discomfort turned into something else. It wasn’t the same as when he fucked me before. This was different. This was not better, but it felt like more.
“Fuck, angel,” he whispered, lost in the sensation as he slowly moved in and out of me.
His pleasure called to me. I made him lose himself. My body made him moan. I made him feel good. A warmth spread in my chest, and I was pretty sure it was pride. Whether the feeling was warranted, I didn’t care.
If he was going to be lost in something, I wanted him to be lost in me. I wanted to be the one that he came to, to indulge in sins of the flesh. I wanted him to show me everything, to show me how my body could feel. The thought of having a man take me there would have never even occurred to me. But this pleasure was undeniable.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”
I arched my back deeper, giving him more access, spreading my legs a little.
“Good girl,” he said as he drizzled a little more oil on me and started moving faster.
“Can I…?” I clamped my mouth shut before I finished my question, and he stopped. Immediately, I rocked my hips, wanting more.
“Can you what, angel?” he asked, still whispering in my ear and kissing my neck.
“Can I touch myself? I want to come while you fuck me.” Part of me couldn’t believe those words had come out of my mouth. The other part of me pointed out that I was in a church, getting fucked in the ass by a priest using holy oil as lubricant. Did asking to come make this worse?