Page 33 of Sinfully His

“Does he make your body purr the way I do?” I whispered against her lips when I broke the kiss.

She shook her head no.

“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to earn my forgiveness?”

She didn’t answer, and I pinched her breast a little harder. “Or do I need to tell your mommy to check the security footage of you in the garden over the summer?”

“I want to be forgiven,” she said.

“Good. Do you know the words to confess?”

She bit her bottom lip as I continued to grope her breast through her dress.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she started. My hand trailed down her body, stopping only to grab her ass and turn her around.

“No, not until you are in the confines of the confessional box.” I opened the door, and she took a step inside. I didn’t let her go, instead I followed her in and slid her coat off her shoulders, throwing it outside of the confessional onto the nearby pew.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You don’t get to just say the words, angel. That isn’t how this works. Atone for your sins. You have to pay for them.”

The dress she was wearing was a beautiful ice blue, almost white. It gave her a pure, innocent, virginal look. Since I knew that was a lie, I didn’t feel bad when I grabbed either side of its neck and ripped it down the front. Exposing more of that simple white cotton underwear that had been haunting my dreams.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked.

I ignored her protest and turned her around again. My hand rested on her surprisingly round ass, and I considered for a moment taking off those cotton panties, but I kept them in place… for now.

“Say the words,” I demanded.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been four months since my last confession.”

“Was your last confession before or after you lay with a man outside of wedlock?” I asked as I put my hands on her lower back and ran them up her smooth, delicate skin, appreciating the surprisingly deep curves of her lithe little body.

“Before,” she admitted.

“So you are still carrying the sin of fornication,” I stated. “You let that sin stain your soul for this long?”

“Yes, Father,” she said as her skin reacted to my touch, goosebumps prickling up over every inch my hands slid over.

She was so responsive. I didn’t know how that pathetic, common man thought he was worthy of such a goddess, and how he could have touched someone so perfectly primed yet he couldn’t make her come.

“Tell me all of your sins, angel,” I said as I pushed her shoulders down, bending her at the waist.

Fuck, I knew her ass was perfect; it was high and round, with just enough give. But even I couldn’t imagine the perfect peach that faced me as I bent her over.

My cock was hard the second she came into the church. Now I could feel it throbbing with need.

No one had ever affected me like this, and I didn’t like that she had this power over me. But who was I to turn down such a gift from God?

“I have used foul language both in my head and aloud. I have lain with a man who I didn’t marry, and I have let another man touch me when I was not his to take.”

As she talked, I ran my hand from the base of her spine down her white-cotton-covered ass to the damp spot over her pussy. At least I knew I wasn’t the only one affected.

She gasped as I pressed my thumb against her panties to rub her clit.

“Why did you lie with the man before marriage? If you intended to elope, why not wait until the night of, or run away sooner?” I asked, pressing my thumb into her more firmly.

“I don’t know,” she said.

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