Page 40 of Billionaire's Sins
"You will not move until I give you permission," I hiss.
She pales, retracts her hand, then nods. "As you wish, Father."
A shudder grips me. It shouldn’t please me when she calls me that, but it does. How it does. And how damned I am for it. I am going to Hell, no doubt about it. If this is what is intended for me, then so be it.
I press my thumb down on her lower lip. "Open."
She parts her lips.
My groin hardens. I slide my digit inside her mouth, and she swirls her tongue around it. She bites down on my thumb and my dick lengthens. My belly knots. I tug my thumb from her mouth, lower my zipper. The sound echoes around the empty space.
She swallows, then gazes up at me, her green eyes glowing in the gathering darkness. So hot, so illicit. Apparently, the parts of me I thought I’d hidden away, have been right there, under the surface, waiting to reveal themselves. All they had needed was the right trigger. In this case, her.
Everything I had sacrificed and deprived myself of, everything I’d starved myself of and emptied out, to make space for Him… All of it…had been for nothing. I thought I’d come closer to Him, to perfection, and that had been my failing. For in the very act of aiming to aspire to be like Him, I’d allowed my ego to intrude. I’d dared to think I was anywhere close to Him, and that had been my greatest shortcoming. I am very much a man, with all of the imperfections and weaknesses… It’s just that it had all been carefully hidden behind the cloak I had donned. I had allowed myself to be taken in by the image I had presented to the world… I had begun to believe in my own story, the one I’d spun for my flock. So much so, I’d thought I could fool God into believing it too… I should have known better. All this time, I’d been setting myself up for a fall and not realized it…
Until she came along. Oh, how I hate her, how I am grateful to her. How I need to find a way to reward her. But first... I pull out my cock, and pump it once, twice.
Her breathing grows heavy. Her chest heaves. She reaches her hand out, and I click my tongue. "So greedy, so impatient... Oh, my darling, Eve."
"Ava," she whispers. "My name’s Ava."
"The enchantress who caused my downfall."
She stiffens, lifts her chin, "Edward… I—"
"Shh," I admonish her, "don’t talk."
She purses her lips and nods.
I reach down, dig my fingers into the back of her hair and apply pressure. She moves closer, tips up her chin. I drag the crown of my cock across her lips and she licks up the trail of precum. My balls tighten and my groin hardens.
"Open," I growl, and she parts her lips. I feed my cock to her. Piston my hips forward and the head of my cock bumps up against the back of her throat. She chokes; spit drools from the corners of her mouth, but I don’t release her. Something about how she stares up at me with tears dripping from her eyes, turns me on even further. My dick thickens and my thighs spasm. I tug on her hair, yank her head back and a groan bleeds from her.
I push her head forward and my dick disappears inside her mouth.
Dear God, why is that the single most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life?
Will you forgive me for using Your name for when I am the most aroused I have ever been? Not even during the times before I’d become a priest, when I’d experimented with my sexuality, when I’d tried to understand what it was that I had been missing all my life… The searching that had finally led me to You, my Lord… Never, at any of those times, had I felt like this. Is it wrong that I am breaking this vow, right here under Your roof? Can a relationship as close as ours break overnight? If I walk away from You after this, will You ever forgive me? How can I continue doing what I do, knowing I have broken my vow to You? Of everything I’ve done…this…this feels the most wrong. I’d pledged to keep myself empty, to stay a vessel for Your presence… Yet here I am, turning my back on everything I once held dear. Will You ever forgive me, my Lord, for I cannot stop myself? Will You think less of me, now that I have strayed from Your path?
I thrust in and out of her mouth, and she lets me. She holds my gaze, allows me to use her, as I increase the pace. In-out-in, my fingers clenched in her hair, as I slap my hand out and smack my palm into the wall next to me. My heart thuds in my chest, my pulse rate ratchets up, lust…heat…adrenaline laces my blood, as I pump in and out of her mouth.
I pull out until I am poised at the edge of her lips, then plunge back in. Her entire body jolts. Her chest heaves, more spit drools from her mouth to wet her dress. She juts out her chin, and the underside of my cock scrapes across her teeth. My thigh muscles coil and a ripple of heat seizes me. The tension curled at the base of my spine tightens, knots, curls in on itself until I can’t breathe, can’t think. Can’t do anything but pull out of her and grip the base of my cock. "Fuck!" I growl aloud. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I lurch back as I squeeze down to stop myself coming.
I tug her head back and she glances up at me.
"Open your mouth," I growl.
She parts her lips, tips her chin –up, and my balls draw up. I pump myself one last time then pull out as I come.
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Ava
The tendons of his throat flex, his brow draws down, he closes his eyes, and a groan rumbles up his massive chest as he comes, shooting white streams of cum across my face. He continues to pump himself, the muscles of his forearms flexing, his biceps tensing as he seems to come and come across my mouth, my cheeks, my hair. I’m decorated in Edward, and hell, if it isn’t the most erotic situation I’ve ever found myself in.
His chest heaves, his shoulders bunch, he lowers his head, opens his eyes and fixes those brilliant brown eyes on me.
My breath catches.Jesus… No…no…no, I can’t be calling to Jesus, not when I am here in His House.But honestly, there is no better word I can use to encapsulate just how hot this guy is. Edward, I mean. The hot priest who glares down at me like he hates me. His gaze burns into me, like he…feels so much more for me. All the unbidden, unwanted, unseen, unheard carnal desires that I’ve harbored since I saw Edward on screen… The vampire, I mean, this time. Though Edward, the priest, is far sexier, bigger, taller, more present, more real, more vibrating with pent-up frustration, more ripped, more tatted up, more hurt… There’s something hot and hungry and sad inside of him that makes me want to gather his head close to my bosom and cradle him there. A final burst of ropy white cum snakes across my face. I flick out my tongue and lick it up.
