Page 215 of Marcello

Then the head of his cock was back again, pressing against my wet, swollen lips.

“What should I do to a bad girl like you?” he asked darkly.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

“Fuck you?” he repeated rhetorically –

And I felt his fingertip softly caress my asshole, teasing me.

“Unh,” I murmured, wanting more –

But instead I heard his breath hitch like he was pulling back his hand.

I made a little noise – “Ah!” – and lifted up on my tiptoes in anticipation of that delicious pain.

None came.

I frowned, disappointed –

And then out of nowhere –

SMACK!

“AH!” I cried out.

Then his cock slid between my upper thighs again, his swollen tip pressing gently against my pussy.

I moaned and pushed backwards against him –

And felt the tip slide inside me.

I grunted with pleasure –

And then he took it away.

“Noooo!” I whined.

“You want me to fuck you in a church?” he asked accusatorily.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I felt the head of his cock against my lips again.

I was so wet, my juices were dribbling down my thighs.

Or maybe that was his pre-cum. It was hard to tell.

“You want to fuck me in a church?” he asked, almost angry.

“Yes,” I moaned.

He slipped the tip in again –

Then pulled it out.

“NO!” I cried out in anguish.

“Beg me,” he growled.