Page 34 of Twist Me

“I should have known you’d be creeping in the shadows,” she groused, flipping her mane of curls before stubbornly turning away from me and looking back up at the altar.

I chuckled, my cock throbbing at her defiance. I loved when she pretended not to give a damn.

“Oh, I see. You’re going to act all innocentbecause of the ‘we’re in God’s house’ shit?”

She ignored me, keeping her back turned, and the lushness of her curvy ass was on display because of the way the scrubs fit her like tight yoga pants.

“Little Lamb,” I purred, pushing up against the wooden seat where the top half of my body was flush against her back. “You can stop pretending like you don’t want me.”

She laughed in an awkward, squeaky tone as she fidgeted away from me.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Arrogance isn’t cute, Goliath. Go screw one of your many contenders and leave me alone. I have work to do.”

Again, I pushed myself against her back. This time, I locked my hands on the bench in front of her, forcing her to bend forward over the wood. The moment she felt my raging hard-on against her, she gasped, her stubborn harrumphs turning into frazzled whimpers.

“Goliath,” she warned, involuntarily arching her back, grinding her ass into my cock more, and rippinga growl from my throat.

“Fuck yes, Zee. Say my name. Let me hear you scream it to your fucking god.”

Her little nails tightened on my arm, drops of blood welling, making me absolutely ravenous.

Fuck…this fucking woman.

She was more addicting than anything I’d ever experienced.

And that was dangerous.

“Goliath, stop….” It came out like a question, but her mewling and backing up on my groin like a cat in heat told us both the answer.

She still wanted to pretend that I didn’t affect her, that I was some big, bad bully doing something she didn’t like. Fine.

Pulling away, she fell over, her body smashing into the front bench without my arm as a barrier. I stood up straight, walked around the bench, and made my way to the exit. The strain on my pants was nearly painful, and my dick bent at an awkward angle that chafed my head.

“Excuse you,” I heard her call from behind me.

Her shoes smacked on the cold tiled floor, her voice echoing off the tall walls.

I felt her little fists punching into my ass cheeks, her height not allowing her to reach much more. Deciding I didn’t need the massage, I stopped walking. She smacked into my ass and bounced off me like a ping-pong ball.

I turned around, and lust and rage were a battle in her brown eyes. “I aim to please officer. Only doing my civil duty to a woman of the badge.”

I bowed, and Ezello smacked me square across the jaw. The lightning strike of pain felt euphoric, and her image danced with the stars in my eyes.

When I could see clearly, the sting on my face dulled annoyingly fast, but I didn’t say a damn word. I just scooped up the woman who was an incessant pain in my ass over my shoulder and changed course to the cross in the center of the chapel.

Her frustrated pounding on my back did hurt, which only fueled my body more.

I looked over to the far side of the room, past the benches, candles, and all the holy bullshit lined on the table. Maybe she was a cannibal, after all. Didn’t they eat bread and pretend they were chomping on Jesus’s foot or something like that?

The cross at the end of the space had big ass colored glass windows behind it with the image of the man in question scribbled all over them. Strolling up the step and onto the platform, I measured the size of the squirming innocent in my arms and the wood in front of me.

“Put me down, you ogre,” she squealed.

With her pussy so close to my face in this position, I could see the wet spot on her pants, and I could smell her sweet honey scent.Reaching over and grabbing the cincture rope from the sacred table full of paraphernalia and shit, I plopped my Little Lamb against the cross. Her short and supple body was the perfect size.

While she was trying to figure out what I was doing, I kicked her legs apart, using my knee to keep her in position. I started tying the rope around her ankles. She grew quiet for a moment while she enjoyed my knee placement. The noise and the friction startled her. Leaning her head down, she finally inspected what I was doing. Once she figured it out, all hell started breaking loose. Her bucking and squawking were surely going to get attention.

“You really are evil,” she spat.

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