Page 59 of That Sik Luv

I can’t control the grind of my hips up into her; my cock already bricking up at the reminder of the sins we shared last night.

My little doll was such an eager little slut for me. I wasn’t expecting it, but the way she bloomed made me wonder just how long this poor woman was holding back from being her true self and seeking that pleasure she’s entitled.

If there truly is a heaven as she believes, it was nothing like what we experienced in that house. Hell is the only place suitable for the kinds of fire we evoked.

I lick the side of her neck, surely spreading the black paint from my face along her light skin. She shudders, leaning back into my chest, her breaths finally calming as her hands slowly slide down my thighs surrounding her, orienting herself in the darkness.

We’ve become familiar with one another in the shadows. She knows my smell, just as I have learned hers.

“Begin,” the deacon states in an authoritative tone.

My hand slowly travels down her lips, uncovering her mouth, rolling over her chin. My fingers follow the edge of her jaw until I’m met with her neck. Sliding my palm down further, I wrap my grasp in a hold around her neck while my other hand finds its way down her abdomen to the edge of her skirt.

Without hesitation, I flip the front of the skirt up and roughly grip the pussy that belongs to me, pulling her little body even tighter to the front of mine.

She bought more underwear. My back teeth grind together as I envision my knife shredding the material into strips again.

I nod my head against hers to urge her to answer the deacon as her nervous hands grip the dark jeans covering my knees beneath her.

“B-bless me, Father, for I have sinned...” she begins, her voice shaky with the weight of her anxiousness. “It’s been a week since my last confession.”

“And a lot has happened in that week, hasn’t it?” the deacon asks, his tone demeaning. “Confess your sins, Briony. Tell God in his own house what you’ve done.”

“I...” She hesitates, swallowing her nerves. I lick the back of her neck again, nudging her head with my nose. “I’ve been having impure thoughts again.”

My lips pull to a grin behind her, applying pressure from my middle finger against her clit. A breathy moan leaves her throat and I feel for the wet spot I know is forming on her panties. Her hips wiggle as she tries to back away from the hand, but it only pushes her back into my dick again as it settles between the crack of her round ass.

If she doesn’t quit, I’m going to need to fuck her. I don’t give a fuck where we are. My cock will find its home, back inside her.

“Tell me of these impure thoughts,” the deacon says.

“Umm.” She sighs against me as I peel the underwear to the side. I run my finger along her slit before slipping it inside her, finding her soaking wet as I’d assumed. She shakes her head, fighting the feeling, but it’s too late. The velvety walls of her cunt clamp down on my finger and her head drops back against my chest and she shudders. “I…I’ve been thinking of sex again. P-pre-marital sex.”

“I knew as much,” he answers in disgust. “Have you been engaging with yourself to these impure and sinful thoughts? Using foreign objects? Your hands? How have you deceived your Lord and Savior?”

I pull my finger from her tight wet hole, bringing it to her mouth. She parts her lips, allowing the finger to press against her tongue. Her mouth wraps around it, sucking it clean like a good girl, and my patience is tested.

“Yes,” she hums around it.

“Which part?” he asks. “You need to express your transgressions for them to be forgiven.”

Sick and twisted fuck wants to jack off to her confession while I fuck her to it.

“There’s this man I’ve been fantasizing about,” she admits, and I’m all ears.

It better be yours truly, Briony.

“He was a fellow student of mine. My age. My grade. I work alongside him now.”

My grip on her neck tightens.

“Saint Westwood?” he asks, clarifying.

Only when I realize she can’t breathe to answer do I let up some. She gasps, coughing to regain her breath.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. “Saint.”

My blood boils. Rage and the need to claim has me pushing her forward, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to expose the dick that will make her forget his name entirely.

---