Page 141 of Halo

She’s still laughing when I brush the hair from her face, and somewhere between one breath and the next, her smile softens.

Then she leans down and kisses me.

My fingers comb into her hair as I sit up, pressing my lips harder against hers. She answers with the same hunger, gripping my shoulders as the kiss turns breathless, her soft laugh disappearing against my mouth when we nearly lose our balance again.

She climbs onto my lap, straddling my hips as my arm snakes around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. Her hair brushes my cheeks as she kisses me, and I swear I can feel her everywhere—the warmth of her body, the quick rise and fall of her breathing, the way her fingers curl against the back of my neck.

My cock quickly swells against my jeans, Leah clearly feeling it. Her hand slides between us, palming me through the fabric, stroking with a confidence that makes my vision blur.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Leah—” I hiss, breaking the kiss. My hand stops her wrist. “Jesus is literally right there.” I jerk my chin toward the stained-glass window towering above us.

She follows my gaze, then looks back at me, a wicked smile curling her mouth.

“Now you want to be obedient?” she teases, rolling her hips against me.

“Leah,” I growl, gripping her chin and forcing her eyes to mine. “Are you sure? Here?”

She steals my cowboy hat, placing it on her head. “Take me for a ride, Cowboy.”

“We have to be quiet," I warn. “Can you do that darlin’? You think you can take my fat cock in church and not scream?”

She nods, reaching for my belt.

Our hands fumble together as we unfasten my jeans. I tug my boxer briefs down just enough to free myself. My cock springs forward, thick and heavy, slapping against my stomach.

Leah's eyes go wide, her hand wrapping around me before I can stop her.

“Fuck …” I murmur, my head falling back against the baptistry stairs. “That's it. Stroke me. Get this cock ready for your tight pussy.”

She works me with both hands, her fingers barely closing around my girth, her thumb spreading the bead of wetness at my tip. I watch her through hooded eyes, watch her fascination and hunger, and I know I won’t last if she keeps this up.

“Enough,” I growl, gripping her hips and lifting her. I shove her dress up around her waist, and fidget with her stockings. Growing impatient, I reach between her legs and find the seam. Hooking my fingers into the thin fabric, I pull until the material splits with a satisfying rip.

“Nick …” she gasps.

“Get up here, and ride this cock.”

She positions herself above me, her hand guiding me to her entrance. And fuck, she's is dripping

So swollen.

So mine.

She slowly sinks down inch by inch, her breath catching at the stretch as her hand holds the cowboy hat in place.

“Look at you, stuffing yourself. You want it all, darlin’?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, her body trembling. “Please … Nick—”

I thrust up, hard and sudden, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.

She screams.

My hand flies to her mouth, clamping over her lips.

“Shhh,” I snarl against her ear, my hips already moving, lifting her and slamming her back down. “You gotta be quiet, darlin’ … unless you want others to hear the good little pastor's daughter get fucked—”

She clenches around me.