Page 56 of Priest

“You’re Catholic. A woman who was saving herself for marriage. I don’t need to spell it out for you, little one.”

She looks deep in thought until she says, “I have an idea.”

Uh, oh. I quirk a brow.

“We could fool around, and then we go to Confession and be absolved.”

I chuckle. “You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

She reaches up to her shoulder as my eyes follow her movements. Slowly, she lets her other tank strap fall sideways and her other breast pops out.

My dick can’t take anymore. I stare at her bare breasts like I’ve never seen a pair before. And it feels like the first time. They’re a small handful, but perky, and those rosy buds are begging for my attention.

With a low mewl I tear my eyes away from her perfect tits and she challenges me with her eyes.

“Taste me, Priest. I need to feel your mouth on me, just once.”

“Is that why you came in here? To do this to me?”

She shakes her head. “I was scared last night… I swear…”

I reach out and run a thumb over her lips and her eyes close. I don’t mean to, but I trace the outline of her mouth, imagining her taking my cock. Hell, yes. When her lips part and she sucks on my thumb, her eyes open and stare up at me with wonder.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful,” I mutter.

“Put your mouth on me, Priest,” she whispers, biting the pad of my thumb. “Please.”

Her words are my undoing. I only have so much restraint. With her tits right in my face and my hardened dick unable to contain himself, I need to feel her too. I need to make her come for the first time while still keeping her virtue intact. I want to hear my name on her lips.

Before I know what I’m doing, I close the gap with my mouth and suck on her tight nipple as she almost bucks off the bed. Her arms wrap around my neck as I suck harder and she cries out loud. My hand cups her other tit as I pull and pluck on it, earning me more pleasurable moans.

“Priest,” she whispers.

I move my mouth to the other nipple, suckling as she kneads her fingers into the back of my head.

“Can I make you come like this?” I groan. “Without touchin’ that sweet pussy?”

“Oh.”

I pull on her wet nipple with my fingers, my tongue doing overtime as I enjoy her sweetness, ignoring my own growing problem down below.

“I want you to touch me,” she cries. “Between my legs.”

Our eyes meet and she watches me sucking her. Suddenly she’s yanking my head up and our lips crash together. Oh, holy fuck. There’s a whole world waiting right there against her mouth. Her lips are soft and sweet, her tongue meeting mine as we kiss like long lost lovers. When we break free, I’m panting, and so is she.

I reach down and adjust myself, dying to pull her pj pants down and sink into her pussy. Even if I know I’m not gonna do that, it plays havoc in my mind.

“Touch me,” she moans. “Please, Priest, I’m so close.”

One time couldn’t hurt.

One time and then that’s it.

I’ll give her an orgasm and then I’ll walk away. I’ll never touch her again.

I shift, moving over her as I reach down again and suck one nipple, then the other.

“Slide your pjs down.”

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