I have to adjust the concrete bulge in my pants. Fuck, I want to come like that again.
"What else?" I ask, trying to help her finish.
"It's inside of me," she gasps. "So hard and smooth, filling me up."
A little cum leaks out of my cock at her words, but I don't pay any attention to it. She's so close. I can tell. "Keep going, Cora."
"You're fucking me, Father Roman. We're in your office, and I'm on your desk. We'll be caught, so you...uhhh...you fuck me faster."
Jesus.
She has to be coming soon. She looks to be in agony, her body writhing and desperate, but even as she carries on with her story and the harsh circles of her clit, there is no climax. My girl is hurting, and I have to do something.
Finally, she stops, dropping her hand. Then her face twists into a look of pain. She covers her eyes and begins to sob. "What is wrong with me?"
I leap out of my chair and land at her side, pulling her into my arms. I don't even care that she's half-naked anymore. She just has to stop crying. "I'm here."
Her hands clutch at me desperately. Then, they are on my face and she's pulling me down until her lips are against mine. "I need you. Please."
How could I deny her? God sent her to me. He brought us together for a reason. I have to believe that. So I finally let go.
I kiss her hungrily, dipping my tongue into her mouth and her body buzzes in my arms.
"Touch me," she gasps, and my hands couldn't stop their roaming if they tried. Running my fingers from her shoulder, down her breasts and to the apex of her thighs, I shudder as I feel the warm, wet moisture of her pussy.
She pulls me until I'm lying on top of her, but I'm still in my flannel pants and white cotton shirt. My fingers run through her wet lips and she's writhing beneath me. When I notice her jerk or her eyes close, I do it again, hitting the same spot. But before I focus on her clit, I need to feel what it's like to be inside her.
Lifting my fingers away from her, I look into her eyes as I dip the middle one into my mouth. The taste of her hits my taste buds and I am undone with need. She looks momentarily shocked as I clean her arousal off my finger before I move it back down to between her legs. Then I slide it in while our eyes are locked.
Her lips fall open, but she holds onto my gaze. It feels...amazing. She is tight and warm, and there is so much to explore.
"Oh my God," she gasps.
"Am I hurting you?"
Clinging to my shoulders, she holds me closer. "No, not at all. It's so..."
I hook my finger, pulsing harder, and it steals the words from her lips. Her eyes roll and her head falls back.
"...good."
Okay, then. Slipping another finger in, I keep up the motion of thrusting a crooked finger inside her.
"Don't stop," she pants.
She's going to come. And although five minutes ago, I was desperate to give her this release, right now, I'm not ready. I need more.
But it's too late. Her tiny body erupts beneath me. Arching off the bed, she clenches her thighs around my hand and trembles with the intensity of her orgasm. She moans, high-pitched and beautiful.
It lasts a long time, but I don't stop. When her eyes finally open and her muscles relax, she stares up at me with love and excitement, but her hunger doesn't look quenched at all. In fact, she looks even more desperate.
Grabbing onto my face, she drags me in for another kiss. When she pulls away, her smile fades. "Don't leave. I'm not done."
Relaxing my body against hers, I plant another kiss on her lips. I still can't believe I made her come like that, and I don't think I've ever been happier in my life. Leave? That would be insane.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
Chapter 8
Cora
This is heaven. It must be. I couldn't imagine anything better than Father Roman's weight on my body, his lips on mine, and his fingers thrusting inside me.
I have pleasured myself before, but I have never come like that. It consumed me, heat and sensation inhabiting every cell in my body. And what makes it even better is the look of contentment on his face right now.
He hasn't run away, and he's not nearly as bothered as he was earlier. He looks...happy. Leaning down, he kisses me, biting my bottom lip as he gently pulls out of me and drags his moist fingers up my body. Without stopping, his hands find their way to my back, and I feel him fumbling with the clasp of my bra as he kisses me.
Just as it releases, he pulls away and stares down at my body. My small breasts barely move as the bra slides off, but his eyes don't leave them. Letting the bra hit the floor, he touches my right breast, gently pinching the nipple.
"So beautiful," he whispers before leaning down and kissing the opposite one. Pulling the pink bud between his teeth, my back arches, and I feel moisture pool between my legs.
"You are so beautiful, Cora," he says, and I love the way those words sound on his lips. I could get used to this. Loving words from the man I love more than anyone.
"Just keep touching me," I reply because I don't know what else to say. I love you isn't enough. I love you more than anything in the world, more than myself, more than God, more than everything. That's a little closer to the truth.
"I want to."
As he devours my breasts, I begin to squirm. I could easily climax again—I’m that hungry for him.
“It’s just us tonight,” I whisper as I run my fingers through his thick hair.
“Mmm…” He hums against my skin. “Just us.”
As I’m about to reach for his pants, eager to feel him in my hand again, he shifts downward, trailing kisses along my stomach.
“Tell me if this is too much,” he murmurs.
I let out a yelp as his teeth nip at my hip bones. His touch makes me jump, tingles erupting across my body. Again, he shifts downward and my eyes widen.
“Father!” I squeal because his face is right there. Right in front of my most private, most sensitive spot. He pauses for a moment before pressing his lips to my inner thigh, and I feel him smiling.
“I’m already destined for Hell, Cora, but the way that word coming out of your mouth turned me on just made me certain of it.”
“What? Father??” I ask, a slight tremble in my voice.
Pulling his face up for a moment, he gives me a wicked grin with his mouth only inches from my heat as he says, “Yes. Keep calling me, Father.”
“Oh,” I reply, biting my bottom lip to hide my smile.
“Now lie down and let me worship this beautiful piece of heaven right here.”
Oh my...God. My mind is in a flurry, suddenly overwhelmed with this new, hot, sexy as fuck version of the man who I have known since I was fifteen. Thoughts swirl around in my mind until his tongue sweeps straight from the very bottom and all the way up to my clit, every thought then disappearing.
It’s silent in my mind, and I let out a breathy moan.
Then he does it again, this time running this tongue deeper inside me, and I have to clench the sheets in my hands because it feels like I might fly off this bed. There is so much movement of his warm, wet mouth against me, my mind can’t register anything anymore. It’s soft and wonderful, but then he takes his mouth to my already sensitized clit, and I nearly scream.