I check the picture and cringe, I shouldn’t be sending this but I want to live in this fantasy for as long as I can. This is the type of shit I have craved. I love feeling dirty and this whole thing feels wrong and taboo and that just adds to the appeal. I suck in a deep breath and push send.
Since I’m going to hell anyway, I may as well enjoy my moments on earth.
CHAPTER TWELVE
VAN
“John 3:16 once said…” When the phone Kye gave me pings again with another message, I ignore it and flip the page in my Bible but I accidentally knock the phone and unlock it. The second the pictures appear on my screen, my eyes widen and my train of thought evaporates as I stare down at Peyton’s drenched pussy.
Goliath - Fuck, baby, let me fuck you tonight.
Mac - I need to sink my cock inside that tight pussy.
I snap my head up and spot her instantly in the back with Tess, biting down on her lips with a smile on her face as she types on her phone. My mouth goes dry. I reach up and stroke the collar I wear around my neck. I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking her while I stand here, but all I can think about is how incredible her pussy felt wrapped around my cock last night and how delicious her cum tasted.
“Father Pierce?” I shake my head and dart my gaze to Tabitha who stares up at me from the front row with a concerned look on her face. I flick my gaze back to Peyton who is now looking directly at me, I tear my gaze from hers and plaster a smile on my face.
“Forgive me, I was lost in thought. Please give me one moment,” I say, then pretend to find the correct page in the Bible but type out a reply to the group chat.
Saint - When everyone leaves the church you stay behind and head to confession, you will be punished for disrespecting the Lord's house. Before you even think about searching for us just know you will never figure it out. Make me wait and you will be going longer than a week without a release.
I lock the phone and ignore its constant vibration as I return to my service. Peyton will pay for this. I’m now forced to deliver this fucking service with a raging hard-on! I still have to speak to her mother and stepfather after this. I force all thoughts about how amazing their daughter tastes from my mind and focus on the here and now or else I’ll drag Peyton into the confession chamber now and fuck her brains out just to teach her a lesson for daring to send a picture when I wasn’t prepared. I cut a glance to Hudson and Kye who sit in the middle row on the opposite side, both of them sitting there with broad smiles on their faces.
They knew what they were doing when they asked for that picture, they wanted me to lose control. Those fuckers will pay for this stunt. If they think they will be joining us in theconfession chamber, they are dead fucking wrong. This is a punishment for them as much as it is for her.
“Thank you so much, Father Pierce.” I smile at Lenior and place my hand on top of hers as she holds my other.
“It wasn’t me, the community came together and as a whole we made this happen. I’m grateful we are able to help both you and Ken get your home fixed,” I say.
“Yeah, as soon as we get the plumbing fixed, I can start on the repairs,” Hudson adds, earning an eye roll from Peyton who stands behind her parents fidgeting.
“Regardless, we are thankful that you could pull this all together in such a short time, Father.” I wave away Ken’s thanks.
“We were blessed.” Both of them smile and bid me goodbye. Hudson wraps an arm around Peyton’s shoulders and drags her into his side. She shoves him away from her and smacks him on the chest just as Kye appears behind her.
“Want to go to the lake?” Kye asks. Peyton’s face falls and we all wait to hear her answer.
“Uh, I made plans but you guys should go and I can meet you there after I finish this thing I have to do.” Kye coughs to mask his laughter. Hudson on the other hand just stands there and laughs.
“Yeah, right on, little sis.” She scowls at her brother and places her hands on her hips.
“Do you have to be so…”
“Handsome?” he answers for her. She growls and stomps her foot, which has my brows hitting my hairline.
“Annoying,” she grits out. “Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I need a moment alone with my… ah, prayers and I like to um,pray in private.” She fumbles over her words and anyone with good sense can tell she is full of shit, but none of us call her on it. Kye and Hudson say their goodbyes to Peyton, then look at me expectantly.
“I have paperwork to catch up on. I’ll meet you guys there in an hour.” Hudson rolls his lips over his teeth and nods. Kye just smirks and wags his brows, I know for a fact these two idiots aren’t going to leave. I’d bet good money that they will hide out and then sneak into the other confessional and fuck while getting off to the sounds she’ll make. I leave her to fake pray while I head into my office to change. I refuse to look at anything in my office, not wanting to feel judged.
Peyton has made me lose control and she needs to be punished for doing it. I nearly lost my cool today in front of the whole town. Once I’m changed, I grab my mask and slip out of my office. I make sure the back entrance of the church is locked, I know the guys would have locked the front for me. I secure my mask and stalk to the front. I smirk when I see she isn’t where I left her, which means she is being a good girl and waiting for me. I scan the church to make sure it’s empty, the last thing I need is for someone to be lurking in here and find their priest fucking his girl in the confessional.
Fuck!
I pause and sift through my thoughts, is that what she has become? Is she ours?
Yes.
I don’t allow myself to dwell on that, Peyton may not know it yet, but the three of us have claimed her as ours and whether she likes it or not, we’re going to keep her. I approach the wooden structure and take a deep breath. What I’m about to do is going to cross a line I can never come back from. I want to feel guilty for committing so many sins with her but I can’t. I regret nothing when it concerns her. From the moment she moved in next door,I knew she would stir shit up around here, I just didn’t realize that she was made for me—-for us.