"Oh, God," I moan, my quivering voice exploding in the silence of the deserted chapel like thunder. Arching my back, I rest my hands on his head and tangle my finge
rs in his hair; I start yanking on it, harder with each passing second, and the next thing I know I’m dangling over a cliff of pleasure.
And do you know what’s the right thing to do when you’re that close to pleasure’s cliff? You close your eyes and you jump. And that’s exactly what I do.
"OH GOD!" I scream at the top of my lungs, an electrical storm raging inside my skull and electrifying every single thought floating inside my head. I don’t even know how much time I spend screaming; all I know is that by the time the orgasm washes over me, my throat is so sore that, instead of moaning, all I can do is croak feebly.
"You liked that?" he asks me softly, pulling back from me and taking my leg off of his shoulder.
"Liked it?" I pant. "I loved it!"
With that, I offer him one wicked grin and bend over; grabbing him by his shirt, I pull him up to his feet and crush my mouth against his before he can react. Our tongues fight one another for an eternity and, as we kiss, I let my hands fall down from his chest to his belt. Unbuckling it as fast as I can, the metallic jingle of the buckle echoing throughout the empty chapel, I then push on his zipper and send his pants down to his ankles.
"On your knees. It’s time for you to pay for your sins," he tells me sternly, even though there’s a delicious grin on his lips. Pulling back from him, I then fall down to my knees. He kicks off his shoes fast, stepping out of his pants equality fast, and then he starts to work on his shirt. The moment he pushes his shirt down his arms, revealing his ripped abs, I just lose it and reach for his boxer briefs. I tug them down hard, forcing his cock to spring free, and then I have to hold my breath for a second as I marvel at the sight of his naked body. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times I see him naked; it’s always amazing.
Biting on my lower lip, I flatten the palm of my hand over his hard cock, my heart beating so fast I feel lightheaded. God, I need him in my mouth right now.
"I didn’t know that penance could be this good," I whisper, grabbing him tightly and leaning into his cock, my eyes never leaving his. I see pre-cum glistening on his tip, but I close my eyes as I reach for it; using my tongue, I allow his salty flavor to hit me at once. It coats my tongue in an instant and it travels all the way up to my brain, making me burn with desire and lust.
Unable to restrain myself, I roll my lips down his shaft, feeling it brush against the inside of my cheeks as it goes down. I keep on doing it until my lips touch the skin at the base of his cock, the tip of it pressed against the back of my throat, and I hold my position there. I keep his whole cock inside of my mouth until I can no longer do it, and only then do I roll my lips back up his shaft, slowly moving them until they’re wrapped tight around his tip.
Then, tilting my head suddenly, I run both my lips down the length of his shaft, only stopping when they meet his huge balls. Looking up at him as I do it, I part my lips and suck one of his balls in. It’s large and heavy, and I can’t help but shudder as I imagine the amount of cum he must be holding inside of him. God, I can’t wait for him to cover me from head to toe in his seed … and judging by the way his cock’s throbbing right now, I think he feels exactly the same.
I lap with my tongue at his balls and then I move to the next one, repeating my motion. Pulling back, I open my mouth as wide as I can and, cupping both his balls with one hand, I suck them both inside of my mouth. They fill me up in a way that I didn’t even know to be possible and, when I finally let them out, my jaw feels as if it’s on fire. I go back to the tip of his cock then, my lips and tongue tracing an upward line over his shaft, and I fit the tip of his cock in my mouth once more.
I close my eyes as he rests his fingers on my head, grabbing me by the hair, and I surrender to the wickedness that has taken over me. I open my mouth as wide as I can and devour his shaft once more, bobbing my head up and down over his cock until the wet sound of my lips on his flesh seem to fill the whole chapel.
Sucking on him as hard as I can, I grab his cock with both my hands and start to suck and stroke at the same time. I keep on doing it until I feel a slight spasm running through his cock, and I would’ve kept on doing it if he didn’t stop me.
"Fuck," he groans, looking down at me as if he’s in a trance. "Enough of your mouth… I want to fuck that pussy of yours."
"Your wish is my command," I whisper, slowly going up to my feet. Locking my eyes on his, I place both my hands on his chest and push him back, forcing him down onto the small seat that lines the inner wall of the confessionary. I really have to thank whoever decided to set up such a large confessionary in here; one of the smallest ones wouldn’t have been as fun.
The moment he sits down, I don’t wait; I climb on top of him, opening my legs and straddling him. I sigh heavily as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them eagerly, and then he runs his hands down the side of my body. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me down with one sudden movement. I let myself go, moaning hard as I feel his cock pushing its way past my wet folds and burying itself deep inside my aching pussy.
"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 so 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.