Page 53 of Sinfully His

I struggled against him. His fingers burned, so I couldn’t imagine what his thick cock would do, even with the aid of the viscous holy oil.

“Quiet, we wouldn’t want Mommy to walk in here, would we? This door doesn’t lock.”

I bit into my lower lip as he pushed inside me an inch at a time. The pain was blinding at first. Biting my lip would not be enough and instead, I sank my teeth into my forearm. Needing to muffle my cry.

He pushed in, slowly. Inch by inch. Initially the pain got worse, but as he ran his oil-covered hand up and down my spine under my dress, petting me, coaxing me to relax, it hurt less. Slowly, the pain and the discomfort turned into something else. It wasn’t the same as when he fucked me before. This was different. This was not better, but it felt like more.

“Fuck, angel,” he whispered, lost in the sensation as he slowly moved in and out of me.

His pleasure called to me. I made him lose himself. My body made him moan. I made him feel good. A warmth spread in my chest, and I was pretty sure it was pride. Whether the feeling was warranted, I didn’t care.

If he was going to be lost in something, I wanted him to be lost in me. I wanted to be the one that he came to, to indulge in sins of the flesh. I wanted him to show me everything, to show me how my body could feel. The thought of having a man take me there would have never even occurred to me. But this pleasure was undeniable.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”

I arched my back deeper, giving him more access, spreading my legs a little.

“Good girl,” he said as he drizzled a little more oil on me and started moving faster.

“Can I…?” I clamped my mouth shut before I finished my question, and he stopped. Immediately, I rocked my hips, wanting more.

“Can you what, angel?” he asked, still whispering in my ear and kissing my neck.

“Can I touch myself? I want to come while you fuck me.” Part of me couldn’t believe those words had come out of my mouth. The other part of me pointed out that I was in a church, getting fucked in the ass by a priest using holy oil as lubricant. Did asking to come make this worse?

He groaned against my neck, a low, quiet sound that I felt against my skin more than I heard.

“I want you to rub your clit in tight little circles. Do not stop until I tell you to. Do not come until I tell you to. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Father,” I said, and I slid my hand down my body and did as he said, amazed at how wet I was.

The familiar pressure built inside of me, and I had to go back to sinking my teeth into my forearm to stop myself from moaning.

“God, your ass is so tight,” he growled. “It feels so damn good.”

More pride bloomed inside of me as I continued to rub myself in tight little circles like he told me to. The pleasure in my core built and built, and I was pretty sure his words added to that pleasure. My heart rate picked up, hammering in my ears as a thin sheen of sweat broke out down my back, and my skin seem to explode into tiny goosebumps. My thighs gave that telltale quake, and I tightened my grip on the shelves until my knuckles were white and aching.

“Not yet, angel,” he growled. “Do not stop, but do not give in to it. Not yet.”

I said nothing. I couldn’t. I was afraid if I moved even a little that would set off my orgasm and he would be disappointed in me. I refused to disappoint him.

The pressure still built to unbelievable heights, and I closed my eyes, tightened my core, and pressed my teeth into my arm harder.

He let out another muffled groan that both had me worried someone would hear and happy that my body could give him pleasure. That it was my body pulling those noises from his lips.

“Not yet,” he breathed again, and I was not entirely sure he was talking to me. I thought he was trying to tell himself not to come, not to fill me up so as to enjoy this feeling for just a few more moments.

“Please.” I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hang on. My core ached, my ass was on fire, and I was still rubbing my clit in tiny little circles, but I needed release. Even my thighs were burning from trying to stop their trembling.

“Come,” he commanded.

As if his words were from God himself, my body obeyed. I sank my teeth even harder into my arm, tasting blood as my core spasmed over and over. I could feel my body clenching over his cock in my ass as he filled me, and pleasure engulfed all of my senses.

I was still shaking when he started petting my back, calming me. His cock was still hard in my ass.

“Do not move,” he said as he pulled away from me. I looked over my shoulder and saw him wiping his cock clean on a purificator cloth, then he opened a box of short, thick candles and removed one, covering it in more oil.

“You are not to remove this until you get home. Is that clear?”

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