"So… fucking… tight… Oh, this pussy will definitely be the end of me," he says, taking one hand up to my hair and yanking on it. I smile as he does it, burying my fingernails in his chest as hard as I can, swaying my hips at the same time.
"It’ll only be the end if you want it to be… It can be the start, you know?" I tease him, my brain working hard to form a coherent sentence.
"You’re the fucking devil, Clarise" he replies, grabbing me by the hips and pushing me down. He does it so harshly that I have to stop the swaying movement of my hips; he’s taking control, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Not that I care; all I want right now is to submit to my confessor.
As he pushes me down, he thrusts upward with his hips, forcing his cock to go so deep inside of me that I can’t help but scream. Even if we weren’t inside a chapel, I’m screaming s
o loud that God and all the saints surely can hear me up in heaven.
Slapping my ass as he keeps on thrusting, Connor ravages my pussy mercilessly. "I’m fucking you hard… so that you can repent hard," he exhales sharply, letting go of my ass and taking both his hands to my breasts, squeezing them eagerly. With his hands no longer on my hips, I go back to swaying my hips, riding him as hard as I can. I can already feel locks of hair plastering themselves to my forehead, sweat running down my face, but that only makes me go even harder.
"You’ve gotta give me your best shot then… I don’t want to be a sinner all my life," I grin, rocking my hips so hard that I feel my bones rattling deep inside my body.
"If that’s what you want," he responds, thrusting so hard that I see fireworks going off behind my eyelids. I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as my whole body starts to tense up, Connor’s thrusts making my very soul feel as if it’s being boiled.
"OH GOD," I scream, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. Leaning into him, I feel my hair cascading down my shoulders as I shut my eyes; I place both my hands into his chest and I dig my fingernails into his skin again, clawing at his hard pectorals like a mad woman. "OH GOD!" I shout again, a violent seizure taking over my body, pleasure raging through my veins and completely demolishing every single one of my nerve endings.
But Connor isn’t done yet.
Pushing me back, he forces me to get up; the moment I’m up on my feet, his hands go back to my waist and he forces me to turn around. With my back now turned to him, he reels me in again and I sit on his lap, feeling his cock throb against my inner thighs. I take my hand there and, grabbing his shaft, I guide it home.
Lowering myself as fast and hard as I can, I feel my eyes rolling in their orbits as his cock pierces me once more, his thickness fighting against my pussy walls. It doesn’t matter how many times he fucks me: I doubt my pussy will ever grow accustomed to having something so massive inside of it. And no, I’m not complaining; far from it, actually.
"Yes… Yes…" I repeat over and over again, jumping up and down on his cock as I squeeze my own breasts. I move in a flowing motion and, even though the muscles in my legs are already burning with the effort, I just grit my teeth and push through the pain. I can’t even start to explain how amazing it feels to ride him this way… Oh, if only this moment in time could be frozen for all eternity. Ah, I wouldn’t mind having his cock buried inside my pussy for the rest of my life, that much is for sure.
One of my hands falls from my breast and I let my fingertips brush over my skin in a straight line, my clit pulsing as I press two fingers over it. Rubbing it while I keep on swaying my hips, my ass cheeks slapping his thighs repeatedly, I throw my head back and close my eyes.
I open my mouth to say something, but the pleasure I’m feeling is so intense that all I manage is another feeble croak of ecstasy. Even that makes my throat feel as if it’s on fire, all of it sore from all the moaning and screaming I’ve been doing. Usually, when one is confessing, whispering is in order, but between you and I, to moan and scream my confession is so much more fun.
Not that I recommend for you to do it next time you find yourself in a confessionary. I doubt that most priests and pastors would be as accommodating as Connor is.
"I want you to come for me, Clarise," Connor then says, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it. I fall back on top of him, my back pressed against his chest, and he starts thrusting upward with all of his strength. Right now, his cock seems to have turned into a jackhammer, such is the fury with which he’s hammering my pussy.
"OH, FU --" I start again, my throat burning with the effort, but an orgasm cuts my sentence short. My pussy seems to be exploding right now, and the waves of that explosion are shaking me to the core. Molten lava seems to have been poured into my skull, and I feel my thoughts burning up as it happens, ecstasy raging through my body in such a way that I doubt I’d be able to answer you correctly if you asked me what my name is.
"I want more," I find myself saying, the words getting out of my mouth before my brain can filter them out.
"More?"
"More!" I reply, my voice so high-pitched that it sounds foreign to my ears. Slowly standing up and making his cock pop out of me, I then turn around to face him and offer him both my hands. Taking them, I then pull him up to his feet. "I want more … and I want you to ravage all of me," I tell him with a grin, looking straight into his eyes as I nibble on my lower lip. "All of me," I repeat, these three words electrifying my brain.
"Are you sure of that?" he asks me, but the grin on his face tells me that him asking is just a formality. Now that I’ve told him what I just did, there’s no stopping what’s going to happen now.
"I’ve never been so sure in my life," I whisper, turning around on my heels and pressing my back against his chest. With his cock pressed between my ass cheeks, I start rubbing my ass against it, moving my body in a flowing motion.
"D’you think you can take it?" he continues, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks. With his hands on my hips, he softly matches the motion of my hips as I stroke his cock with my ass cheeks.
"No, I’m not… But that’s half the fun, isn’t it?" I reply, my voice quivering as I imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside me again. Deciding to not waste one more second, I take one step forward and fall down to my knees; then, I lower my upper body and rest both my hands on the floor.
"Now that’s a lovely sight," he says from behind me, and then I hear him kneeling down, his hands going back to my hips.
"It’s all yours," I tease him, wiggling my ass from side to side. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he presses its tip against my pussy, but instead of thrusting, he slides his cock upward. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the tip of his cock travelling up the length of my ass crack, and then I hold my breath as I feel it pressed against my asshole.
Oh, Jesus, now I really can’t help but wonder—is this really going to happen? I mean, is it even physically possible? If having him inside my pussy is already something worthy of note, it must be impossible to have his cock inside my --
"Oh, fuck, fuck," I groan as Connor starts pushing his cock against my asshole, feeding one inch of his huge member into me.
"Are you okay?" he asks me, but my body replies before I can do it: I jut my ass back, forcing one more inch of his cock into my ass.