She drops her folded shirt as I rush toward her, not stopping until my hands are on her face and her lips are touching mine.
She yelps, her cries muffled as I press our mouths firmly together. Then my hands move down around her waist to the curve of her ass, reaching the backs of her thighs where I pull up her skirt and lift her easily, wrapping her legs around me.
“What are you doing?” she mumbles in shock against my mouth.
“I’m taking what’s mine.”
A tiny squeak escapes her lips, making my already hard cock twitch in my pants. Carrying her over to her dresser, I drop her down and cascade my lips down her cheek to her neck, where I feel her quick pulse against my lips.
“If you want me to stop, you should tell me now.” I groan.
“No. No, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Good.” My hands pull her thick black skirt the rest of the way up her legs, jerking the fabric over her hips. “Talk later. Fuck now.”
Her hands clutch tightly around my neck, and I feel a tremble in her legs. I am a wild animal uncaged, and I know my girl enough to know that she’s fighting the line between scared and excited. But she trusts me, and I’m not promising it won’t hurt, but she knows that even when it hurts, I’ll be here the whole time, ready to kiss it all better.
Chapter 12
Cora
I am his. Somewhere in the terror of his sudden ambush, my body decided to let go. I’ve given into the torrential downpour of lust and need.
His lips are on my neck, my chin, my chest, setting my body on fire. His hands work their way up my thighs, finding the hem of my panties, and I’m hit with a wave of embarrassment as he runs a thumb along the wet fabric between my legs.
“Oh Cora.” He moans while he teases me.
“Take them off,” I pant, watching the door in case anyone happens to walk in. There are plenty of people here with a key, and we’re not supposed to lock the doors as it is.
Sliding my panties down my legs, he quickly discards them on the floor before unzipping his own pants. I wait in excited anticipation as his hard cock springs out from behind his boxers. It’s perfect, tan and pink, with thick veins running along the shaft.
I’m just staring at it, standing erect between our bodies. That’s Father Roman’s cock. My brain can’t seem to comprehend it. It feels so wrong but so right at the same time. I mean, I held it in my hand yesterday, but now that it’s about to be inside me, I’m seeing it in a different light. It looks...bigger.
I can’t resist reaching out and squeezing the smooth length. He reacts instantly, pulling me closer, with a loud and guttural groan from his chest.
“Fuck,” he says, and it sounds as if he’s dying. So I squeeze harder.
“I need to be inside you.”
Yes, my body sings. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. The fear is gone. There is only excitement now. I don’t care if it hurts. I need it too much to worry now.
“Do it,” I reply, as I let go of his cock and lean back on the dresser. He runs the head along my opening, spreading the moisture around the surface. And I can’t take my eyes away, marveling at how filthy it looks, wondering how it will feel inside me.
The moment draws out as he puts himself in place to enter me. Then I glance up at his face, and he looks up at mine.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
Quickly, I nod. Even as I try to hide my nerves, I know my face betrays me.
Our lips meet in a crash, his tongue sliding between my teeth. As he pulls away, he whispers against my mouth, “You mean everything to me. You know that, right?”
My heart skids to a stop and I smile. Father Roman and I have always been close. He’s the only person on this earth I’ve ever honestly connected with, and right now, we’re closer than ever before. Like we are the same person. Like we share one heart.
“I know,” I whisper, kissing him again.
The head of his erection presses firmly against my entrance, and I take in a breath.
“Look down, baby. Watch it. There’s no going back from this.”
Pulling away from our kiss, we stare down together as he slides between my folds, his cock slowly disappearing inside me. There’s some resistance, after only an inch or two in, and I start to panic. What if it doesn’t fit? I can take the pain, but I will be crushed if this moment is ruined because I’m too small or he’s too big.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hooking my ankles around his waist, I pull him closer, and he sinks all the way in. It hurts—a lot more than I expected it to, and I do my best not to show it. But my knuckles are white as they clench the dresser, and my face is squeezed tightly in pain.
“Cora, look at me.”
Without moving, I open my eyes and I’m instantly lost in his gaze. “Are you okay?” he asks.
Looking down, I see the spot where our bodies are joined, and I feel so incredibly full. Then it dawns on me in this moment that we are here, finally in this place I’ve dreamt of for years. Not just the sex, but the connection, the closeness. The wanting is behind us now, and I am completely his.
Pain is nothing when we have this.
Looking into his eyes, I nod.
“Good. Now hold onto me.”
Hooking an arm under my leg, he pulls out almost all the way before slamming right back in. The dresser I’m sitting on knocks loudly against the wall, but I’m too distracted by this new sensation, this spot deep inside me that feels so indescribably good every time he hits it. And as he pulls out and slides back in over and over, the pleasure grows.
I clutch onto his neck as he picks up speed, and my body is nearly shaken off the dresser. Suddenly I need it harder and faster, so I squeeze his body closer, giving me the sensation I’m looking for.
“It feels so...good,” I pant, high-pitched and breathless.
“Let me hear you. Moan for me, baby.” He’s fucking me at a steady rhythm now—Father Roman is fucking me. I no longer care who hears us or what happens after this. The room is filled with our heavy breathing and the sinfully delightful aroma of sex. So I do as he requested and I cry out, my legs holding tighter to his waist as my body explodes in pleasure. My breathy moans sound so...dirty and erotic as they bounce off the old walls of my room. I didn’t even know I was capable of such sounds.
“I’m going to come,” he groans into my neck.
“Come inside me. Please,” I cry. I have no idea why, but I want all of it. Consequences be damned, I want the full experience, from start to finish.
And he doesn’t seem to question it. As he shakes and shudders his release, he groans loudly, and I love it.
We stay like that for a while, catching our breath, not quite ready to separate. If I could keep him inside me forever, I would. There’s soreness, but it’s a pain I love because it means I have what I’ve always wanted. It means in some way, he’s mine.
When he finally picks up his head and looks at me, there’s a moment of hesitation and almost...shock as we stare at each other. He breaks a smile first and it’s contagious. My cheeks stretch wide until we’re both quietly laughing. Then he kisses me again.
A loud knock on the door shakes us out of this silent happy moment. It’s Sister Abigail and her voice is stern and angry sounding as she shouts, “Father Roman, step outside please!”