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"You’re so … so fucking beautiful, Clarise," he continues, and I’ve gotta say, there’s something extremely erotic and sexy about hearing a spiritual man such as Connor curse like this. But he doesn’t give me any time to ponder on the sexiness of his words… No, he dives straight into me, taking his mouth to my cleavage and kissing the naked patch of skin there.
At the same time, he allows his hands to roam up the sides of my body, and then he takes them to my back. There, he finds the clasp of my bra and he frees it with a quick flick of his fingers. My lace cups fall down my breasts, revealing my rosy tips, and Connor reacts to the sight of my naked tits with an almost savage growl.
Grabbing at my bra, he throws it to the side and then grabs my right breast, squeezing it. Taking his mouth to it, he starts devouring my right nipple, sucking hard on it while he traces vicious circles around it with his tongue.
I let moan after moan tumble out of my lips as he does it, the sound of my aching voice somehow amplified by the cavernous emptiness of the chapel. Oh, I can barely believe that this is happening… I’m straddling Connor, a holy man, while he sucks on my tits, and that’s while sitting inside a chapel, under God’s scrutinous gaze. I always thought of myself as a naughty girl, but I guess that this tops everything else I’ve ever done. And something tells me that I’m just starting…
"Stand up," Connor says dryly, taking his mouth off of my nipple and looking into my eyes. The tone of his voice doesn’t leave me any opening for a smart comeback, and so I just do what I’m told. I climb down from his lap and stand up in front of him, feeling like a little schoolgirl that’s about to be punished by her handsome teacher.
Following after me, Connor stands up as well. The moment he’s in front of me, I don’t hesitate; I grab his shirt and push it down his arms, leaving him naked from the waist up. Then, doing it as slowly as I can, I take one step toward him and place my hands on his outer thighs, hooking my fingers on his open pants. One little tug and I send both his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, and Connor then does the rest; he kicks off his shoes to the side and then steps out of his clothes, the nakedness of his perfect body making my pussy so wet that I can almost feel my brain shriveling up inside my skull.
"You want me to fuck you, don’t you?" he asks me, this time not even bothering with a whisper. He’s talking loudly, his words bouncing off the walls and coming back to me amplified, like the voice of some commanding God.
"I do," I tell him, my mouth dry as anticipation starts taking over me. This is really happening, isn’t it? Connor’s really going to fuck me, and this isn’t some kind of dream where I’ll wake up horny and sweating—oh, no, this is real life.
Taking one step back, Connor allows his steely gaze to run up and down my body for a few seconds, and then he reaches for me and rests his hands on my waist. Pushing on my skirt harshly, he sends it down my legs and, just like he did before, I step out of it.
I start bending over, ready to take my high-heels off, when his voice booms through the chapel. "No," he tells me firmly, a hint of a grin shaping up on his mouth. "Leave those on."
With that, he takes one step forward and starts pushing me back. I let him do it, allowing him to guide me all the way to the first steps of the small altar at the end of the chapel. There, he keeps guiding me up until my back’s pressed against the altar.
I run my tongue between my lips, looking at Connor anxiously, and I notice that the shadow of the cross hanging overhead is cast on his chest. What you’re about to do is a sin, that shadow seems to say, and it’ll be so fucking worth it.
"You couldn’t let it go, could you?" Connor asks me, his voice letting me know that he doesn’t need an answer. "You had to have me…" he continues, his hands now on my outer thighs. "You had to break me…" He hooks his fingers on my thong and, pushing it against my thigh, he simply rips it off me in one swift motion. I let out a short moan as I feel the fabric sliding off my skin, and my heart starts beating so fast that I even feel lightheaded for a few seconds.
"You want me as much as I want you," I somehow manage to tell him, and that’s when he grabs me by the ass and pulls me up, forcing me to sit down on the altar.
"That’s right, I do... " he merely says, spreading my knees wide and closing in on me. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he pushes it down and angles it so that it’s pointing straight at my wet pussy. "And now it’s time we stop wanting and start doing," he whispers into my ear, closing the distance between my pussy and his cock.
He starts rubbing its thick tip over my pussy, teasing me endlessly, and I bury my fingernails in his back as he does it. "Fuck me… fuck me now," I tell him, completely unable to endure any more of his teasing. I must have him, and I must have him right now.
And it looks like he can read my mind.
He stops his teasing all at once and then, with one quick movement of his hips, he pushes his cock past my inner lips and deep into my pussy. The moment I feel his thickness straining against my inner walls I don’t even moan; I just scream, and I do it so loud that even my throat starts hurting from the effort.
Driving his cock deep inside of me, Connor only stops when all of his inches are buried inside my pussy. He holds it there for a few seconds, and then he starts pulling it back, but only so that he can thrust again. And he does it over and over again, pistoning into me and completely destroying whatever rationality there still was in my brain.
"Oh… Oh, God," I moan, dragging my fingernails across his shoulder blades so hard I might draw blood. But he doesn’t seem phased by it, instead, that seems to make him want to fuck me even harder.
Placing one hand on my chest, he pushes me back and forces me to lay down on the altar. I raise my feet up, placing them on the edge of the altar, the crimson cloth the only thing separating from the cold marble underneath, and I let him have his way with me.
With his hands on the back of my knees, he keeps me in place while he rams his cock deep into me, each thrust of his unleashing a pleasure so intense inside my body that it feels as if I’m being burnt alive.
"Harder!" I cry out, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy driving me completely mad. "HARDER!" I shout at the top of my lungs, the echo of my voice filling the whole chapel like a chorus of sinful devils.
"You’re so … fucking … tight …" Connor groans between his thrusts, now reaching for my breasts and squeezing them eagerly. He pinches both my nipples at the same time, holding them between his thumbs and index fingers, and he intensifies the pressure until I simply can’t bear it any longer.
Throwing my head back, I then arch my body and let ecstasy climb up my spine. It feels as if I’ve stepped on a live wire, and now electricity is raging inside my body, wrapping itself around my brain and frying it into moosh.
My God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt something as intense as this. I’m not like those unfortunate women, the ones who've never experienced an orgasm, but the pleasure I’m feeling right now kinda makes it feel as if I’m a virgin, trying out true ecstasy for the first time in my entire life.
Oh, where has Connor been all my life? If I knew he’d fuck me like this, I’d have jumped on him the first time I saw him. I’d rip his clothes off, push him to the ground and simply ride him into
exhaustion. And then I’d do it again and again.
"Oh, fuck… This was… Something else," I tell him, propping myself up on my elbows as he slows down. By the time he stops completely, his hair is plastered to his forehead, and thick beads of sweat are dripping down his face. And, my favorite part, there’s a grin of pure delight on his lips. It seems like the holy man enjoys sinning, after all.
"I’m not done," he groans, pulling his cock out of my pussy and taking one step back. Grabbing me by the hand, he pulls me up to my feet and then, moving fast, he grabs me by the hips and forces me to turn around. Pushing me toward the altar once again, he lays one forearm across my lower back and forces me to bend over. Since I’m still wearing my high-heels, my pussy and ass are exactly at the right angle … and so, all I have to do is jut my ass back to feel his thick cock.
