With his shaft between my ass cheeks, I start swaying my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock, and I only stop when he holds me firmly. Grabbing his thickness, he pushes it down, and I tremble slightly as I feel the the tip of his cock sliding down my ass crack before finally resting against my aching pussy.
He doesn’t even bother with words; he simply thrusts, hammering all of his length inside of me again. Pressing my forehead against the red cloth on the altar, I let out another scream, this one as loud as the one before. My throat is hurting, but I simply can’t stop pleasure from turning into sound.
"How do you like it?" I find myself asking, turning my head to the side and trying to look at him. "How do you like my tight pussy, Connor?" I tease him, feeling his thick shaft pulse eagerly against my inner walls.
"As much as you like my hard cock," he replies with that wicked grin, the grin of a man who knows he’s sinning but simply can’t stop himself from doing it.
"Then you don’t like it … you love it," I shoot back at him, squeezing his cock with my pussy and grinning back devilishly.
"You’re right…" he groans, pulling his cock back and preparing to thrust again. "I’m fucking in love with your tight pussy," he continues, slamming his hard cock inside my pussy to the hilt. He does it so fiercely that another scream erupts from my mouth; and then he does it again, each time he thrusts forcing a hellish scream to climb up my throat.
Closing my eyes, I surrender to the moment again. I remain there, bent over the altar as he fucks me mercilessly, his cock flying in and out of me so fast I can barely process it. My breasts are pinned between the altar and my body, and I feel my hard nipples scraping against the rough cloth; it’s just a small detail, but when it comes to Connor… Well, every single details seems so much better than all of my past experiences.
Connor shouldn’t even be in the Order of the Temple; he should be in the Order of the Cock, and he should've been assigned to the Donovans with the specific purpose of fucking me every single day for the rest of my life. Maybe I should send a letter to the Vatican, huh? I doubt they’d like it, but it really seems like a good idea right now.
"I’m gonna… I’m gonna…" I start to say, my words coming out of my mouth like a quivering mess. I don’t get to finish my sentence; I keep my mouth open, but all that leaves it is a scream hard enough to shatter glass. Pleasure shoots up my spine like thunder and lightning, and flames of delight start scorching every single nerve in my body.
And, even though I’m cumming my brains out right now, Connor just keeps on thrusting. He keeps on doing it for God knows how long, and each thrust of his keeps those flames of ecstasy alive.
Before I know it, another orgasm explodes inside me, completely overshadowing the one before it. My eyes roll in their orbits, my thoughts scatter like frightened doves, and I simply collapse on top of the altar as Connor slows down his rhythm.
"This… Oh… I never felt something like this," I say, not even caring that I’m thinking out loud.
"That makes two of us," I hear Connor say, and the sound of his voice pulls me out of the limbo I was in, dragging me back to the conscious world. Swear to God, the pleasure he unleashed inside my body was so fierce that I was seconds away from passing out.
"Ah…" I moan slightly as he pulls his cock out of me, each inch that slides out my pussy making me tremble in place. Pressing my hands against the altar, I force myself up to my feet and then turn around to face him; my legs are still weak, though, and I find myself on the verge of stumbling to the ground.
Ah, well.
Instead of fighting the way my legs seem to be quivering, I let myself go down on my knees in front of Connor. "Your turn," I whisper, looking up at him as I curl my fingers around his shaft. I lean in, parting my lips and taking the tip of his cock between them; slowly, I roll my lips down the length of his shaft until his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat.
I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, devouring his cock viciously. Connor rests his hand on the top of my head and, tangling his fingers in my hair, he forces me to hold still; replacing the movement of my mouth, he starts thrusting, fucking my little mouth with the same intensity he used on my pussy.
I close my eyes as he does it, tasting the cream of my pussy as it coats his shaft, and I feel my skin prickling as his cock starts to throb hard against my tongue. I hear Connor’s breathing become shallower by the second, and I ready myself for the incoming explosion.
In a matter of seconds, his whole body tenses up, and his cock seems to become as hard as cement. Then, just a fraction of a second later, he starts gushing his whole load into my mouth. And, Jesus, what a load…! More than filling my mouth, he’s completely flooding it with his cum.
He just spurted once, but my mouth’s already brimming with semen. His cock throbs again, giving me another shot of his seed, and his cum starts dripping out of my mouth in a torrent.
"Fuck…" he groans as he cums, not moving an inch. He’s even holding his breath now, and he only starts breathing again when he has emptied his balls inside my mouth.
Pulling his cock out of my mouth slowly, he then looks down at me, a dazed expression on his face. Wiping my chin with the back of my hand, his cum sticking to my fingers, I slowly go up to my feet.
I look straight into his eyes, and I see a blend of lust and regret there. He’s no longer smiling, almost as if only now he’s realizing what we’ve just done, but I don’t give him the chance to turn his thoughts into words. Instead, I lace one arm around his neck and pull him into me, crushing my mouth against his.
He kisses me back and I just open my mouth, shoving my tongue against his. Both our tongues wrestle over a blanket of his warm seed and, by the time I finally break away from our kiss, there’s cum dripping down both our chins.
Smiling at him, I swallow whatever cum still is inside my mouth.
"Clarise…" he starts to say, but I just place my index finger over his lips, shutting him up.
"No … don’t say anything," I tell him. "It’d just ruin the moment."
With that, I walk down the stairs that lead to the front row of pews and pick my clothes from the floor. The silence has creeped back into the church, and it’s so deep and sullen that I can even hear the fabric of my skirt brushing against my skin as I squeeze myself inside of it.
Picking my ruined thong from the floor, I look at it for a moment, and then just throw it on top of Connor’s pants. Just a little something for him to remember this moment.
Throwing him one last smile, I walk down the chapel and out into the sunshine.