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"Are you going to leave me in such a state?" I continue, my voice suddenly gaining a hard edge. "Are you going to make me beg? Because if that’s what it takes, I’ll do it… I’ll beg and beg and --"
"This is wrong," he breathes out, his voice so heavy I can almost feel the impact of his words against my chest. Still, despite his words, he keeps his hand on my pussy even though my fingers are no longer around his wrist.
"And maybe that’s why it feels so right," I find myself saying, and before he can stop me, I reach for his cock with one hand and grab it tightly. Allowing a wicked grin to take over my lips, I narrow my eyes as I tighten my grip on his cock.
"Are you going to make me beg?" I ask him again, and the look on his face is the only answer I need.
Connor
Turns out, I don’t need her to beg.
The moment she placed her hand on my cock, I was done for.
Still with my hand between her thighs, I take three steps forward and push her back against the wall. Pressing hard with my hand, I start rubbing her pussy over her thong, flicking my wrist at a steady rhythm as I keep my eyes trained on her.
"Is this what you want?" I ask her, my voice heavy and brimming with pent-up desire.
"No … I want everything," she whispers back at me, that devilishness in her voice making her eyes shine. Gritting my teeth, I grab the fabric of her thong and flick it to the side; cupping her naked wet pussy with the palm of my hand, I let my thumb fall over her clit and I start to rub it. At the same time, I part her drenched folds with my fingers and then, moving fast, I slide my index finger all the way in; curling it upward like a hook, I send it straight to her G-spot. The moment I hit that sweet spot hidden inside of her, she lets out a moan so sudden and loud that I feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
From the first time I heard her voice I knew that hearing her scream and moan would be something special, and I wasn’t wrong about that. There’s really nothing better than to have my body pressed against hers, my cock buried deep inside of her pussy while I have her lips brushing against my ear as she moans my name.
Flicking my wrist at a steady pace, I let a smile creep on my lips as I look at her. She has her head thrown back against the wall, her hair already slightly disheveled, and her eyes are closed. As for her lips, they’re slightly parted, just enough for her to breath out heavily and let me know all about the pleasure I’m inflicting on her body.
"I want you to come for me," I tell her, the commanding tone of my voice surprising me. "And I want you to do it now," I continue, pressing hard against her G-spot as I rub her clit fiercely.
"Oh, Connor…" she pants and, as if her body decides to obey my words, I feel her inner walls tighten up around my fingers. She arches her back slightly, and I notice the muscles around her neck tensing up as she grits her teeth. The tension in her body is almost palpable, but it doesn’t last long; sliding one more finger inside her pussy, I thrust it hard against her G-spot again and she comes undone.
"OH FUCK!" she breathes out fast, the tension in her body slowly crumbling as slight spasms take over her muscles. The sound of her voice echoes through the church as if it’s being amplified by a microphone, and a shiver goes up my spine as I realize what we’re doing; we’re going at it in a church, one of the largest ones in America. Sure, it’s deserted right now, and I’m pretty sure we’re the only people in the main chamber… But there’s always a risk, isn’t there? The thing is, right now I think I love the fact that we’re running a risk. If sinning didn’t feel good, no one would ever do it.
"That felt good, didn’t it?" I ask her as I slide my fingers out of her pussy, her creamy juices coating them. With my heart beating at a thousand miles per hour, I raise my open hand, taking my drenched fingers to her mouth; looking straight into her eyes, I brush my fingertips over her lower lip, painting it in her own fluids.
"It felt good," she repeats after me, narrowing her eyes slightly as she takes me by the wrist. Then, instead of pushing my hand back, she makes me slide my two fingers inside her mouth; wrapping her lips around them, she
sucks her own juices eagerly as a throaty moan vibrates up her throat.
"I want more," she purrs as my fingers pop out of her mouth, her lips glistening.
"And what else could you possibly want?" I ask her, but I give her no time for an answer. I lean into her, pressing my lips against hers, and close my eyes as I savor the musky taste of her pussy on her lips.
"I’ve already told you," she replies, pulling back from me and taking her fingers to my shirt. Popping out the top button, she then loosens my tie and leans in to pull on my lower lip with her teeth. "I want everything."
"That makes two of us," I find myself saying, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. Pushing her back against the wall once more, I rest my hands over her breasts and squeeze them hard; as I do it, she takes her own hands to her shoulders and pushes the front of her dress down, the outer edges of her bra revealing themselves to me.
Opening my right hand, I hook my fingers on the cup of her bra and pull on it softly; the moment her rosy nipple jumps into sight, I feel a rush of boiling blood making its way down to my cock and I simply lose it. Grabbing her half-naked tit, I lean in and wrap my lips around her hard nipple, sucking it into my mouth and running circles around her rosy tip with my tongue. The taste of her body makes my brain start to overheat and, at the same time, my cock becomes as hard as concrete.
Breathing fast, I grab at her dress and tug on it viciously, sending it down to her waist. I then let my mouth roam to the valley between her breasts, my skin tracing the rising curve of both her breasts. As I do it, I take my hands to her shoulder blades; the moment I find the clasp of her bra, I undo it.
The cups of the bra droop over her breasts, revealing both nipples, and I hold my breath as I watch them fall down. Then, impatience suddenly taking over me, I reach for one cup with my hand and simply yank the whole thing off her body. She yelps as I do it, and I notice her nipples becoming even harder than before.
"You’re in a hurry," she comments but, at the same time, she slides both hands down the sides of her body and grabs her dress. Swaying her hips from side to side, she sends it down her legs and then kicks it up in the air; the fabric rises up, and then traces an upward arch before landing on one of the pews.
"Maybe I am," I reply, my hands slowly moving down from her naked breasts to between her thighs, the fabric of her thong noticeably drenched in her juices.
"What are you looking at, Connor?" she teases me, placing one hand between her breasts and running it down, her fingertips stopping right before the hem of her thong. "You want this?" she continues, her fingers moving over the front of her pussy.
I take one step forward, ready to press my body on hers, but she raises one arm and stops me, her free hand now on my chest.
"Uh-uh. If you want it, you’ll have to come and get it," she lowers her voice, the devil’s tone in her words. With that, she turns around and starts walking down the aisle that leads to the altar. I just look at her for a few seconds, hearing the click of her high heels against the polished floor as I watch her ass cheeks flex while she moves.
