Page 19 of Thots and Prayers

I finished my cigarette and stubbed it into the ashtray. Rolling off the bed, I went to her, grabbing her wrists. She fought against me and I squeezed tightly.

“This was supposed to be just a game. To mess with those people who looked down on us when we first came through. You could see in their faces what they wanted to say to us. What they thought of us. They called you a sinner, a whore, and a lot worse, and you’re defending them?”

“They don’t know any better,” Eisley protested, still fighting my hold on her. “We do. We should be the bigger people.”

“Why?” I demanded. I turned us and tossed her onto the bed. The breath left her body as she hit the mattress. I lunged, pulling her to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs apart. She kicked at me but I dug into her thighs, causing her to yelp.

“God, seeing you pissed off makes me so fucking horny.” I moved between her, putting my head right at her sex. “I wonder, do you feel the same?”

“I’m not horny, Constantine.” She gritted her teeth. “In fact, I’m the exact opposite. I don’t want you touching me at all.”

“Your wet pussy tells a different story.” I ran my tongue along the edge of her panties. “I want to put something up there while I eat you out.” I groaned. My cock was hard, demanding I do something about it.

“Stop, we need to talk about this,” she protested, bucking her hips and sitting up. I pushed her back down and moved her panties to the side. I pushed her folds apart and dove my face in, tasting her. I loved the taste of her; it was like honey. I’d never get enough of it, of her.

“So talk.” I paused, pulling back to lean down to touch my boot. I pulled my pant leg up and removed my knife from my boot. I grinned at her as I spun it between my fingers and returned to her beautiful body, cutting her panties off. “Might as well, because you’re not leaving this room until you’re no longer mad at me.”

“Constantine,” she scolded and tried to roll but I pulled her back to the bed and pushed her thighs open once more. “I need you to stop. I can’t think when you’re?—”

“Good. Don’t think, focus on me. Focus on what my tongue and my knife are doing. Because I’m not stopping until you’re dripping onto the blade.” I warned and slowly pushed the hilt of my knife inside of her.

Eisley fell back with a soft, delicious groan.

“Good girl. Now, what were you saying? You were mad at me?” I rotated the knife, allowing her body to adjust to it before pulling it back and thrusting it back in.

“Yes! These people are innocent. They don’t know you’re not a real priest, or that the stuff you’re telling them is wrong.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I am pulling directly from their bible. All they’d have to do is read it to?—”

“Catch that you’re feeding them bullshit?” She looked up and then huffed. I pushed the knife deeper into her. She clutched the sheets, gasping.

“There we go, relax, be my little pillow princess.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, letting another moan slip from her full lips. “I can’t stand you. What you’ve become. It feels like you’re becoming your father, and I don’t know what to do.”

“What to do?” I thumbed her clit. “There’s nothing to do. You’re wrong. Much like now, if you’d just stop worrying about everything else, you’d have a good time. You need to relax.”

“Aaah.”

She was close. I focused on her clit and fucking her with my knife as she writhed under me, gasping and cursing my name until finally she arched her back and cried out.

I brought the knife to my lips. I sucked her juices off it, taking it to the back of my throat. She watched me with an angry yet flushed look on her face.

“Are you happy now?” she demanded and tried to sit up. I cocked my head to the side and tossed the knife on the bed.

“No.” Quickly, I stripped. I moved so fast that she hardly had time to react. I was naked and on top of her in a flash, pulling her dress over her head, leaving her bare against me. “I’m not happy unless you’re happy. And it sounds like you’re not going to be happy until I’ve been inside you for hours and you can’t come anymore.”

With one quick thrust, I took her, invading her warm, wanting pussy. She wrapped her legs around me to bring me to her but pushed me back with her hands.

“I hate you.”

“Good. Fuck me like it.”

I rolled her over, placing her on top of me. She groaned loudly and deeply as she took every last inch of my cock into her. Her need to be right was overpowered by her need to come. I knew her body better than she did. I reached up, pinching her nipples. I tugged her down so I could take one into my mouth, circling my tongue around the outside before focusing on the tip. She ground against me, eager, fast, and needy. I loved it when she got like this.

“You think I’m turning into my dad?” I asked, lifting her hips and shoving her back down. She cried out.

“A bit. You’re possibly changing people’s lives with this.”

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