My fingers dance into the valley of her cheeks, my touch light. Valentina whimpers. An electric shiver runs down the length of her spine and makes her ass shake beneath my other palm.
“Is it going to hurt?’ she asks, gasping when I run a finger along her slit until I reach the ring of muscles.
“Hold your cheeks open for me. Give me access to both your holes.”
Valentina shudders again but does as asked. She reaches back tentatively, her hands shaking as she timidly starts to part her ass. Slowly, she reveals both glistening holes to me, pulling an aroused and tortured groan from the depths of my soul. Every part of her is perfect.
Mine.Mine.Mine.
The thought beats a bloody tempo against the inner walls of my skull and sings a scarily possessive song impossibly loud in my ears.
Scanning around us, my eyes land on what I was hoping to find. I head to the ambry, grab the glass bottle and go back to where my fiancée lies prone on the church floor, waiting with her cheeks spread open like a good girl for me to take her ass.
I pour some of the chrism oil straight onto the bundles of nerves, uncaring of the record-breaking number of deadly sins I’m committing in one go, and rub it into her skin with the tip of my finger. The muscles clench in fear at my touch.
My cock jerks in response, excited by the prospect of the submission she’s about to endure.
She never does anything I ask her to do.
Never, except in the bedroom. Here, I know she’s going to bow to my commands and take whatever I give her, no matter what.
Valentina twitches when I add pressure.
“Matteo…”
“Yes,cara, it’s going to hurt,” I purr, pressing in so that I sink into her ass up to the first knuckle. “But then it’s going to feel so unbelievably good.”
She hisses, her hands quivering slightly on her cheeks.
“Do you know why we’re doing this here?”
Valentina shakes her head, her face screwing in pleasure and agony as I push my finger deeper into her backside.
“I want to take your ass exactly where I’m going to take you as my bride and make you mine forever.” I reach a hand into my trousers and fist my cock. I’m so hard, it physically hurts. I pull myself out, pushing my pants down beneath my hips, and start stroking my cock and swirling my finger to loosen her up. “When you’re walking down the aisle to me, I want you to look at the altar and remember how I punished your virgin ass while you lay face down on the very same part of the floor. I want to watch your cheeks turn a violent shade of pink as the memories assault you. And once you’re standing before me, I want you to look into my eyes and let those memories serve as a reminder that I will do whatever I want to you, whenever I want for the rest of our lives, and that you’re going to love every second of it.”
“I’ll do…whatever I want…to you…too,” she counters between ragged breaths.
Draping my chest over her back, I grin darkly.
“I can’t wait.”
Her muscles clamp down on my finger and she whimpers at the sore fit. My cock jerks eagerly in response.
“But first,” I drawl, straightening. “I’m going to breed your pussy.”
I drip some more of the chrism oil onto my dick and rub it sloppily over my shaft, then press my head against her entrance. Valentina’s hips tilt, bumping back onto my cock encouragingly, inviting it to dive into her tight warmth.
My free hand closes around her hip to steady her first.
Then I slam home with one thrust.
She cries out, a scream that melts into a garbled moan, and her shoulders come together as her entire pussy clenches around me in a deathgrip. Her hands claw at the ground and her backripples. Shakes start at her shoulders and roll through her body until her inner walls are fluttering around me.
I shove my finger roughly into her ass, drawing another impossibly loud scream from her.
A triumphant grin erupts across my lips.
“Did you just come from one thrust?” I spank her ass when she doesn’t answer, making her yelp again even as I praise her. “They don’t make good girls like you anymore,cara. I’m so lucky I get to teach you how to be bad.”