Page 24 of Sinfully His

She was absolutely perfect.

“Tell me, little angel, does your mommy know where my hands have been?” I asked, reaching under her skirt and cupping her cunt, pressing with my palm to give her just a little of the friction that I knew she craved. “Does your mommy know how wet your pussy gets for me? Does she know you opened your legs for me and purred as you came on my fingers?”

Rose started to open her mouth to say something, her cheeks burning a dark red, but I squeezed her throat just a little to keep her silent.

I shifted her panties aside and slid my finger between her wet lips, gathering her juices and then rubbing her clit in circles.

“Does she know you crave the sins of the flesh from a man of God?” I was bluffing, but the way her hips rocked into my palm and her heart raced against my fingers told me I was on the right track.

“No,” she said, barely a whisper.

Her lips were so plump, so inviting. I was tempted to taste them again. But that gave her power. I was weak against her kiss, and I would concede nothing to her again. I pulled my hand away from her, still holding her by her throat but denying her the satisfaction she craved.

“Maybe I should just tell her what a naughty little girl her daughter really is,” I threatened.

“You can’t…” she said, her eyes wide in shock. “You’re a priest.”

“You’re right, I’m a man of God and still you swear at me, and you argue with me. Maybe you should try getting on your knees and worshiping me instead?”

I let go of her throat and placed my hand on her head, gently pushing down, guiding her to her knees.

God, she looked so good, my little angel on her knees, ready to serve. My cock had been rock-hard since she spread her legsfor me under the table, but now it was like steel, and I needed to feel those plump lips on it, now.

“Open, and stick out your tongue,” I ordered, as I slid my zipper down and freed my cock for her.

She did exactly as I commanded. Her green eyes looked up at me with a mixture of anger and need. She really was the perfect woman for my plans. So obedient, so desperate to please, and there was just so much sexual tension and energy in her that all I had to do was coax it out.

I placed my cock on her tongue, enjoying the feeling of her hot breath against my sensitive head before I wrapped my fist in her hair and guided her to take all of it.

A kinder man would have let her get used to the size, or at the very least let her take it down her throat at her own pace. I was not a kind man. And while eventually I may grant her the time and freedom to explore my cock at her leisure, this wasn’t about her education or her satisfaction. That would come later, if she behaved. This was about her obedience and teaching her a lesson.

She had talked back to me, so I was going to show her what her mouth was really good for.

She coughed and choked a little as I pushed my cock to the very back of her throat and held it there. Her hands went to my thighs and tried to push me away.

“Stop,” I ordered. And her entire body stilled as she looked up at me. “Take it. Don’t fight it, accept it.”

I could feel her throat relaxing around my cock while her hands let go of my pant legs and instead just rested there, almost bracing herself against my thighs for balance.

Those gorgeous green eyes were still staring up at me.

“Do you want to be my good little angel?” I asked, only a little taunting in my voice.

Her head nodded, still mostly pinned in place by my cock down her throat, her eyes watering as she struggled. I pulled out and took a step back, watching as she collapsed on the floor, coughing and gasping for air.

“Answer the question,” I demanded, taking my cock in my hand and stroking it, using her spit as lube.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Yes, what?”

She looked at me, eyes wide, like she couldn’t believe I was going to make her say it.

“Yes, sir?” she asked, a little too hopeful.

“Do I look like I’m wearing a suit and tie to you?”

“Yes, Father,” she corrected, her cheeks reddening as she glanced down at the floor.

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