"But I wanted to… My mind wanted it, my body wanted it. And, even though he said he didn’t want it, he did." Even though I can’t see her face right now, I can tell that there’s a grin on her face. She’s enjoying this. She knows that she’s teasing me, and she’s enjoying every single second of it.
"How did you know he wanted it?"
"Because… A man might be able to lie with his mouth, but he can’t lie with his cock." The word cock feels so out of place in the chapel that I almost wince at the sound of it; but, at the same time, I feel warm blood rushing down between my thighs, making my cock twitch inside my boxer briefs.
"And that cock…" she continues, "oh, I’ve sinned in all manners with it. I’ve had it in my mouth, I’ve had it in my pussy… and every time I did it, I felt more alive than I've ever felt. I can’t think of anything else, Father. I dream of it every night, and I ache for that man to be by my side when I wake up."
My cock has already graduated from twitching, now it’s hardening with each and every word that comes out of Clarise’s mouth. It strains hard against my pants and, if she doesn’t shut up real quick, it might rip its way out.
"You should try to let go of all that," I tell her, but deep down I don’t want her to listen to me. No, I want her to keep chasing and lusting after me… And I want to think of her waking up in her bed, her pussy so wet that her panties stick to her body.
"What if I can’t let go?" she asks me and by now my cock is already as hard as concrete. I can’t even think straight.
Clarise’s right; a man might lie with his words, but he can’t do it with his cock. And, right now, my cock is being as truthful as it has ever been.
"If you can’t let go … you’ll have to pay your penance."
Clarise
"And what’s my penance going to be?" I ask him through the wooden panel, and I can almost feel him grin.
"Why don’t you come here and find out?" he whispers and, before I even know what I’m doing, I’ve already gone up to my feet. Feeling dizzy and out of myself, I let my feet carry me to the other side of the confessionary.
Connor’s already standing up when I get there, and he moves so fast that all I see is a blur. Grabbing me hard, he then pushes me and presses me back against the wall. Grabbing my arms, he forces me to raise them over my head and pins them there; leaning into me, he crushes his mouth against mine, kissing me in sweet abandonment.
"You’ll be my fucking ruin," he breathes out, slowly pulling his lips out from mine.
"Only if you let me be yours," I shoot right back at him, desire welling up inside my chest and making my heart beat anxiously.
Gritting his teeth while he looks into my eyes, he finally lets go of my arms and takes one step back. "Take off your dress," he tells me firmly, the commanding tone of his voice sending a shiver up my spine.
"Is this my penance…? To obey? To be used?" I tease him, but he doesn’t even crack a smile.
"Do what I tell you to," he commands me, and I have no other option but to do it. Obediently, I take my fingers to my shoulders and start pulling down the straps of my dress, letting them slide down my arms. I keep on tugging at my dress until it’s all bunched up around my waist, and then I sway my hips from side to side, allowing the fabric to slide down my arms and pool around my ankles.
Wearing only my black lace bra and thong, I suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed. But maybe that’s because he isn’t the only one looking at me right now; we’re in God’s home, and that means there’s no privacy from holy eyes inside these walls. And, Jesus, that just makes me feel so fucking dirty.
"Turn around," Connor continues, and my body responds almost immediately. I turn on my heels, my back turned to him; one second later, I feel his fingers on me and I wince. His fingers are cold but, at the same time, they seem to spread a vicious heat all over my skin.
Reaching for the strap of my bra, he releases it carefully, pushing the straps down my arms and allowing it to fall down to the floor. I bite on my lower lip then, feeling the cold air of the chapel caressing my hard nipples.
"Your thong… Take it off."
Once more, my body starts obeying his command, but this time he doesn’t let me go through with it.
"No. Stop. I’ll do it myself," Connor tells me sharply, his words feeling like a whip. His hands move down the side of my body, and he rests them on my waist; reacting by instinct, I place both my hands on the wall in front of me, and that’s when Connor goes down to his knees.
Hooking his fingers on my thong, he starts pulling it down my legs, and my skin prickles as I feel the wet fabric leaving my skin. Lifting one foot after the other, I fling the thong to a corner of the confessionary and then close my eyes. The moment I do that, Connor attacks me savagely, an unbridled hunger dominating every single movement of his.
He has his hands on my ass cheeks and, reacting unconsciously, I jut my ass back at him. Diving mouth-first into me, he presses his lips against my wet folds, sucking them into his mouth while he runs the tip of his tongue up and down their length. He does it hard enough for moans to start tumbling out of my lips, the ferocity of his mouth on my pussy driving me completely insane.
Seriously, could he be any more perfect? Not only does he know how to fuck like a God, he also seems to know how to eat out a woman in an almost supernatural way.
Grabbing me by the waist again, he forces me to turn around; I do it willingly, press my back against the wall, and I raise one leg by instinct and place it over his left shoulder. He dives into me once again, tilting his head sideways and taking my inner lips into his mouth, scooping up my creamy fluids with his tongue.
"You’re the most delicious thing in the universe," he tells me suddenly, pulling his head back from my pussy and looking up at me. I smile at him as a reply, my heart beating fast as I notice his chin glistening from my fluids.
"Then keep going," I whisper, and I don’t need to tell him a word more. He crushes his mouth against my pussy almost too violently, and I succumb to the punishment his lips and tongue are unleashing upon my body. To make everything so much better, he presses one forearm over my waist and lets his fingers fall down to my clit; pressing down on it, he starts stroking while he sucks and licks.