12 Days

by Dark Angel

  “I’ve already told you,” she replies, pulling back from me and taking her fingers to my shirt. Popping out the top button, she then loosens my tie and leans in to pull on my lower lip with her teeth. “I want everything.”

  “That makes two of us,” I find myself saying, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. Pushing her back against the wall once more, I rest my hands over her breasts and squeeze them hard; as I do it, she takes her own hands to her shoulders and pushes the front of her dress down, the outer edges of her bra revealing themselves to me.

  Opening my right hand, I hook my fingers on the cup of her bra and pull on it softly; the moment her rosy nipple jumps into sight, I feel a rush of boiling blood making its way down to my cock and I simply lose it. Grabbing her half-naked tit, I lean in and wrap my lips around her hard nipple, sucking it into my mouth and running circles around her rosy tip with my tongue. The taste of her body makes my brain start to overheat and, at the same time, my cock becomes as hard as concrete.

  Breathing fast, I grab at her dress and tug on it viciously, sending it down to her waist. I then let my mouth roam to the valley between her breasts, my skin tracing the rising curve of both her breasts. As I do it, I take my hands to her shoulder blades; the moment I find the clasp of her bra, I undo it.

  The cups of the bra droop over her breasts, revealing both nipples, and I hold my breath as I watch them fall down. Then, impatience suddenly taking over me, I reach for one cup with my hand and simply yank the whole thing off her body. She yelps as I do it, and I notice her nipples becoming even harder than before.

  “You’re in a hurry,” she comments but, at the same time, she slides both hands down the sides of her body and grabs her dress. Swaying her hips from side to side, she sends it down her legs and then kicks it up in the air; the fabric rises up, and then traces an upward arch before landing on one of the pews.

  “Maybe I am,” I reply, my hands slowly moving down from her naked breasts to between her thighs, the fabric of her thong noticeably drenched in her juices.

  “What are you looking at, Connor?” she teases me, placing one hand between her breasts and running it down, her fingertips stopping right before the hem of her thong. “You want this?” she continues, her fingers moving over the front of her pussy.

  I take one step forward, ready to press my body on hers, but she raises one arm and stops me, her free hand now on my chest.

  “Uh-uh. If you want it, you’ll have to come and get it,” she lowers her voice, the devil’s tone in her words. With that, she turns around and starts walking down the aisle that leads to the altar. I just look at her for a few seconds, hearing the click of her high heels against the polished floor as I watch her ass cheeks flex while she moves.

  “What are you waiting for?” she calls after me, climbing the small set of stairs that lead to the altar. There, she uses her hands as leverage and props herself up, sitting over the red cloth that covers the altar.

  “Fuck…” I mutter to myself, hardly believing what she’s asking me to do. Sure, we’ve already done something like this back at the chapel, but this isn’t a family chapel we’re talking about… This is one of the largest churches in the States, one where thousands come daily to pray. Am I really going to fuck her on that altar?

  My mind might not know the answer, but my body surely does. Without waiting for a decision, my feet start carrying me down the aisle, each step I take making my heart beat faster and faster.

  “Come, Connor… come and take what you want,” Clarise whispers as I walk up the stairs, my cock so hard I’m actually surprised my pants haven’t torn yet.

  “You’re insane,” I tell her but, as I say it, I’m closing the distance between both our bodies.

  “And what’s life without a little bit of insanity?” she purrs, reaching for my tie and pulling me into her. With me now standing up between her spread legs, she throws both her arms over my shoulders and looks into my eyes. “I want to hear you say it…” she continues, a hint of a grin on her lips.

  “Hear me say what?”

  “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it,” she teases me, biting on her lower lip as she waits for my answer. She’s pulling my strings, building a web of temptation all around me, and I’m falling straight into it.

  “I want you,” I tell her with a knot in my throat; but now that I’ve started to speak, other words start escaping out of my mouth. “I want that pussy of yours,” I continue, grabbing her by the hair and yanking it in a way that forces her to throw her head back. “And I want to fuck you so hard you won’t know up from down, and left from right.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear… Now I want you to do it.”

  This time I don’t reply. I just keep her head thrown back and dive head first into her neck; kissing her naked skin, I then start biting softly, pulling it with my teeth as she allows short but clear moans to echo throughout the church. As I kiss her, I let my hands wander down to her waist and I hook my fingers on her thong, pulling it against her thigh until I hear the sound of the fabric ripping apart.

  “Much better now,” I grin, and she responds by taking her hands to the collar of my shirt again. Loosening my tie some more, she pulls it over my head and then lets it slip from her fingers to the floor; slowly moving her fingers over my chest, she starts unbuttoning my shirt patiently. As she finishes unbuttoning my shirt and untucks it, she presses her hands against my abs, feeling their grooves and ridges, and only then does she let her hands fall to my belt.

  “I can’t wait to feel that big cock of yours inside me,” she tells me as she unbuckles the belt and pulls it out from its loops. Proceeding to the zipper, she pushes it down as well and then turns her hand around, flattening it against the bulging shape of my cock. “And it seems that your cock can’t wait for that as well…”

  “Then why are we wasting so much time?” I tell her, my heart tightening as I imagine the sweet pressure of her pussy lips as they wrap themselves around my thick shaft. Ever since our first time, I can’t stop thinking about it… In a way, I almost feel like a virgin, completely dazed by the body of the woman brave enough to rob me of my sanctity.

  “You’re right, let’s stop wasting time,” she whispers, her fingers now moving around my waist. Hooking them on my pants, she yanks them down hard and they slide down to my knees.

  Cupping my ass cheeks, her fingers digging into my flesh, she then uses her thumbs to pull my boxer briefs down. My cock springs free the moment she does it, pointing up and straight at her pussy, as if it knows exactly the place it needs to be. Seriously, sometimes I think that my cock has a mind of its own.

  Kicking off my shoes in a hurry, I step out of my pants and boxer briefs, and she helps me do the rest by pushing my shirt down my arms. With all my clothes bunched up around my feet, I finally take one step forward and close in on her, our bodies so close that I can almost feel the air around us simmering with heat.

  “Do it, Connor… Fuck me,” she whispers, looking straight at me with those temptress eyes. Never taking my eyes off hers, I curl my fingers around my cock and angle it down, my tip brushing against her wet inner lips. Instead of thrusting right away, I simply keep on brushing the tip of my cock against her wetness, moving it up and down with maddening patience.

  “Fuck me, fuck me now,” she repeats, her hands going to my back. She digs her fingernails deep into my flesh, pulling me into her, but I resist.

  Turns out, I think I want to hear her beg.

  “Beg,” I breathe out, that single word leaving my lips like a shotgun blast. “I want to hear you beg,” I continue, feeling the pressure of her fingernails on my back increasing.

  “Now you want to hear me beg?” she teases me, a hint of malevolence in her smile. “What if I don’t want to beg anymore?”

  “Then I’ll just keep on doing this,” I say, slowing down as I keep on brushing my cock against her pussy. “And I’m a very patient man.”

  “Do i
t,” she hisses through her gritted teeth, the tone in her voice telling me that she’s trying to command me. But I don’t want to be commanded, and so I just keep on teasing her.

  “You know what you have to do, Clarise…”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she breathes out in frustration, biting down hard on her lower lip. “Fuck me, Connor… You’re driving me insane in here… Please, please, I need you to --”

  I don’t even let her finish her sentence. Instead, I grab her by the thighs and, keeping her in place, I ram all of my inches deep inside her pussy. I hold my breath as I feel my thick shaft pushing her inner walls back, her pussy adjusting to accommodate my massive size, but I don’t stop until I have all of it inside of her.

  “Oh…” she whimpers, throwing her head back as her eyes start to roll. “Oh, fuck…”

  “You begged for it, now let’s see if you can handle it,” I say, leaning in and whispering these words into her ear. As I do it, I start sliding my cock out of her pussy; when only my tip is inside of her, I thrust again. This time, there’s no patience or slowness to my movements; no, there’s almost an edge of violence to it, my hips moving so fast that it makes my cock pierce her like a spear.

  And, judging by the way her fingernails are ruining my back right now, I’d say she’s enjoying it. Which is good, because I’m just getting started.

  Thrusting over and over again, I let the sound of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy echo throughout the church. It’s a wet, steady sound; and, aside from our own fast breathing, it’s the only sound inside the church. It’s a perverse thought, and I can’t help but enjoy it; the church is always lively with preachers and priests, people singing hymns, or those quiet whispers of prayer… But right now we’re the ones on the altar, and the only hymn we’re singing is one of lust and pleasure.

  “H-harder,” Clarise suddenly tells me, and I react without thinking; with one hand on the nape of her neck, I lean in and kiss her. As I crush my mouth against hers, I start thrusting as fast as I can, my cock flying in and out of her pussy so fast that I’m almost afraid she can’t take it.

  But, judging by the fiery way she’s kissing me back… I guess I can say she’s taking it pretty well. After all, she was the one asking me to go harder.

  “Oh! I’m gonna… I’m gonna -- FUCK!” she cries out at the top of her lungs, chuckling lightly as her pussy tightens up around my shaft. Her fingernails feel like knives on my back, but I don’t mind them; right now, the pain she’s inflicting ends up being translated as pleasure the moment it hits my brain.

  “That was intense,” she tells me, breathing hard. She trembles slightly as I slide my cock out, and them smiles at me. “Where are you going? We’re not done,” she says, jumping down from the altar. I almost expect her to close the distance between us but, instead, she walks around the altar and positions herself behind it. Bending over, she rests her elbows over the red cloth and looks straight into my eyes, swaying her ass from side to side as she does it.

  “I’m waiting…” she whispers and, once again, my feet act as if they have a mind of their own. I walk around the altar, my cock pulsing hard with each step I take, and I position myself behind her, taking my hands straight to her hips.

  “You don’t have to wait anymore,” I breathe into her ear, grabbing my cock and pushing it down. I only let go of it when I feel it right on the gap between her thighs, her pussy lips brushing against my shaft. She goes on tiptoes, and all I have to do now is thrust, which of course, I do.

  I go as hard as I can right from the beginning, grabbing her by the waist as I ram my cock inside her pussy; my thighs slap her ass cheeks brutishly, and the sound of flesh on flesh travels down the long aisles like a sinful melody.

  Gritting my teeth, I surrender to the unconscious urges of my body and free my mind. Right now, I’m not even thinking; I’m just doing, my body a vessel to the desire raging inside of me.

  “It’s so… good,” she moans as I fuck her, and I grin as I hear her say it. Opening my eyes, I allow my gaze to wander down to the empty rows of seats under the altar, and my mind fills that emptiness with memories from before. I imagine the church completely packed, thousands of people sitting down as they face the altar, and as I imagine that, I feel my thrusts growing wilder and wilder, the thought of having such an audience right now driving me completely mad.

  Even though there’s no one in here but me and Clarise, I imagine thousands of eyeballs following every movement of our bodies. More than being a sinful thing to think about, it’s something almost too wicked for me to accept; yet, at the same time, it just spurs me on to fuck her like no one ever has before.

  Holding my breath, I take one hand around her waist and allow two fingers to fall down to her clit. Pressing down on it as I thrust, my cock working her pussy in an almost feverish way, I start to feel her body tensing up. Her inner walls seem to close in around my cock, choking it viciously, and I have to take one deep breath to stop myself from coming.

  She doesn’t do that; instead, she screams loudly, her voice bouncing off the walls and getting back to us amplified. Bending over, she almost collapses on top of the altar, her body growing weak as spasms take over every single muscle in her body.

  “Fuck,” she hisses through her gritted teeth, glistening beads of sweat making their way down from her neck to her back.

  “That’s what we’re doing,” I whisper, grinning wildly. Then, without thinking about what I’m doing, I slide my cock out of her pussy and, grabbing her hips, make her turn around to face me.

  “Yes, it is,” she says, breathing so hard that her chest seems to be rising and falling almost erratically. “But now it’s my turn to fuck you,” she tells me, grabbing my hands and forcing me to switch places with her. Now with my back against the altar, she places her hands on my chest and pushes me back against it. Knowing exactly what she wants, I jump up and sit on the edge of the altar; I lie down over it then, the hard red cloth brushing against my back, and she climbs on top of me with cat-like movements.

  What was supposed to be a church, has now turned into something straight out of a pagan temple: I’m lying down on the altar, my hard cock pointing up, and she has placed her knees on either side of my waist, straddling me.

  “I want you to cum inside of me,” she whispers, grabbing my cock and brushing its tip along the length of her pussy. “I want to feel your seed dripping out of me.” Swaying her hips, she teases me mercilessly, threatening to allow my cock inside of her at any second, but never really going through with it.

  “Ask and it shall be given,” I tell her, repeating that passage from the New Testament word for word. With that, I hook my fingers on her hips and push her down, thrusting upward at the same time.

  My cock parts her inner lips in a fraction of a second, and I sheath it up to the hilt inside of her pussy. Arching her body, she throws her head back, her hair cascading down her shoulders as she lets a string of moans escape from her lips.

  Pistoning into her with a kind of savage violence, I reach for her breasts and flatten my hands against them, massaging her flesh and brushing my fingertips over her hard nipples.

  “I want you to cum,” she repeats, leaning into me and digging her fingernails into my pectorals, doing it hard enough to draw blood, or at least to leave a nice red memento of what we’re doing right now. “Cum, Connor … cum for me,” she repeats, and her words seem to wrap themselves around my mind like a blanket.

  Closing my eyes, I start fucking her with abandonment, beads of sweat dripping down from my face and falling onto the altar cloth. My muscles seem to be burning with the effort, but I don’t stop; instead, I go even faster, pushing through the pain and exhaustion, ready to give her exactly what she’s asking of me.

  “Oh, God, I’m --” I hear her say, but the end of that sentence is replaced by a moan so loud and high-pitched that I feel my skin prickling. Her pussy tightens up around my cock once more, and it does it so fiercely that it feels like my c
ock is stuck into a vice. Feeling that tightness around my shaft is enough to make me explode.

  “Fuck,” I groan, feeling as if a column of hot blue fire is dancing up my spine, its flames lapping at my body and turning it into ashes. My cock starts spasming hard, shaking against her tight inner walls, and I feel my cum traveling upward the length of my shaft. Next thing I know, my cock is gushing all of my seed into her, each spasm of mine unleashing a veritable river of semen into her.

  We’re cumming at the same time, and it feels as if bolts of lightning are exploding all over our naked bodies, electricity enveloping us both. And, with each spasm of my cock, that electric feeling seems to intensify more and more. Fuck, and I’m cumming so much that I can already feel my semen dripping out of her pussy and down the length of my shaft, pooling around the base of my cock.

  “You did it,” Clarise chuckles softly, pushing her hands against the altar as she raises her hips. My cock pops out of her fast, and I feel my heart skip a beat as I see my white seed dripping down her inner thighs. “But now look at the mess you’ve made of me…” she continues, kneeling between my spread legs and taking one hand to her drenched pussy. Using two fingers, she scoops up a thick strand of semen and, without taking her eyes off mine, she raises her hand to her mouth and slides her fingers past her lips.

  “Mm,” she moans, sucking her fingers dry. Then she’s back at it, scooping one more strand of cum; this time, though, she doesn’t take her fingers to her mouth. No, she leans into me and, using her fingertips, she brushes my own seed over my lips, painting them in white.

  “Get over here,” I growl, grabbing her hand and pulling her into me. She comes willingly and, realizing what I want, she places her knees on either side of my head. Lowering herself over my face, she rests her wet pussy right on my mouth, and I take my hands to her ass cheeks and push her further down.