Page 217 of Marcello

And began to fuck me standing straight up.

I grabbed his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist, then groaned and cried out as he thrust inside me – sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, always surprising me with how much pleasure he could give me.

He settled my back against one of the stone pillars. Despite being late at night, it was still warm from the summer day, and the heat spread through my back as an even hotter sensation started radiating through my pussy.

“You wanted me to fuck you in a church,” he breathed in my ear.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Now I’m going to make you come in a church.”

He angled my body so the top of his cock rubbed against my clit with every stroke.

The sensations quickly overwhelmed me. In no time at all, I felt that delicious tension building up, all pressure and heat –

And then I came. Hard.

I screamed, my cries echoing through the marble ruins.

I was still in the middle of coming when he snarled in my ear, “Now I’m going to come inside you.”

All I could do was shriek, “YES – YES – ”

And he grunted like a beast as he exploded inside me.

I felt the rapid-fire spasms of his cock –

That slowly tapered off over the next ten seconds.

My own peak was fading by that point…

But my legs were trembling so hard it was difficult to keep them wrapped around his waist.

He nuzzled my neck, then kissed me sweetly.

When he pulled away, I joked, “Welp, now we’re definitely going to hell.”

“Yeah,” he agreed…

But his voice sounded grim rather than playful.

“You alright?” I asked in slight alarm.

He forced a smile, then kissed me again. “We should go.”

We quickly got dressed, and I followed him out of the church, wondering what was wrong.

“Did I do something to piss you off?” I asked him as he pulled the door shut.

“No,” he said, shaking his head.

“I was just joking when I said we were going to hell.”

“I know.”

I tried being funny again. “I mean, I’m sure my mother would say I’m going to hell for having sex in a church, but – ”

“Let’s just not talk about it.”