Page 90 of Corrupt Obsession

She engaged in a furious tug of war with him while simultaneously trying to keep an eye on multiple entrances. When he yanked hard enough to pull her down a step, she tried to kick him in the head, which allowed him to free one leg from her pants. That was all he needed. He ripped her maroon lace underwear off, forced her legs wide, and clamped his mouth on her pussy. Her breath whooshed out of her and her body went taut as a bow.

It had been weeks since he tasted her. Weeks since he’d been inside her. The moment his tongue sank inside her, he knew he was lost. He’d gone back to taking her underwear to get him off, but that paled in comparison to this. To drinking from her. To feeling her thigh muscles quiver as she strained to get away. To the honey that spilled from her against her will. Those tormented, helpless sounds she made were music to his ears. His awareness of their surroundings vanished. He didn’t care where they were or who tried to interrupt them. He wasn’t stopping unless someone physically hauled him off her.

He slid his finger inside her to coax her to spill a little more for him.

“Please, stop,” she begged as she hauled her quivering body up a step.

He followed, keeping his mouth on her while he felt around for her G-spot. He knew he found it when she let out a wanton moan that echoed around the sanctuary before she muffled it with her arm.

He lifted his head, eager for proof that she still needed this from him. She let out a stifled sob as he pushed her arm aside. She glared at him, eyes shining with self-loathing, lust, and hatred. She’d never looked more beautiful to him.

“You,” she began gutturally, but her voice cut out when he cupped her.

Her thighs snapped together, trapping his hand, which he didn’t mind in the least. As his fingers expertly stroked, her legs tossed back and forth.

“You’ve been missing me, Vi. Admit it,” he rasped.

“You’re a heartless…” She bared her teeth as she pulled herself up another step. “Evil.”

She collapsed on the stage and turned on her side in the fetal position. Mouth watering at the feast before him, he took his hand from her to undo his jeans. Violet shot up and tried tomake a break for it, but he was on her in a flash. She didn’t gain more than three steps before he wrapped his arms around her and got her down on all fours. He put her in a chokehold as he blanketed her body with his.

“Nuh-uh, baby. You’re not getting away. I’ve gone too long without you.”

“Please don’t do this,” she pleaded.

“You want this so bad, you’re soaking my jeans,” he hissed as he rocked against her.

“We’re inchurch!”

She sounded scandalized.

He pressed his cheek to hers as they stared at the rows of empty pews. “It doesn’t matter where we are. I’ll always want you.”

He gripped her throat with one hand while the other undid his jeans and shoved them down.

“You know you want this,” he panted as he dragged his dick up and down her weeping slit. “Your body still craves me. Still wants me to fuck you senseless.” He nuzzled her as she let out a choked sob. “That’s exactly what you want me to do, isn’t it? Tell me that’s what you want, Violet.”

“You have no shame,” she croaked.

“You have enough for the both of us,” he mocked as he lapped up a stray tear. “How we feel about each other is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s supposed to be something we rejoice in.”

“The devil will say anything to make a sin seem like a gift,” she said bitterly.

So now he was the devil on top of being a monster. All because he loved her and wasn’t willing to lie about his feelings or hide how she made him feel.

“If the way of the righteous means I can’t have this…”

He gently thrust. It was so quiet, they both heard the sloppy sounds her body made. She whimpered in shame and tried tohang her head, but he wouldn’t let her, forcing her to face their invisible jury.

“Then I’ll be a sinner,” he said through clenched teeth and tried to hold back his beast, which wanted to slake his lust savagely, ensuring her submission and repentance. “I wish everyone could see you, dripping all over the stage, taking every inch of me.Lovingevery fucking moment of this. Whenever you come through those doors, and look at this stage, you’re going to think of this, of us.”

“No!”

She made a desperate lunge for the edge of the stage, but he held her in place. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Pray for divine intervention,” he taunted as her vagina clutched at his invading cock. “If this is wrong, God will save you. He wouldn’t let His faithful daughter be defiled in His own house, would he?”

She reached back and gripped his thigh, fingernails raking his skin. “Stop! You can’t…”

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