by Dark Angel
"I was worried you’d get hungry," she continues, her voice caressing my eardrums and making my skin prickle. God, why does she have such a sweet voice? I can’t help but imagine how she’d sound moaning my name against my ear.
"I’m alright, Clarise. But thanks for worrying about me." I turn around on the seat to face her, and I offer her a smile and a nod. I almost expect her to simply nod back at me and walk out, but of course, that’s not what she does. Instead, she reaches for me and places her hand on top of mine.
"Your eyes tell me you’re hungry, though," she continues, and her lips start curling into a dangerous smile. One full of promises, lust, and temptation. A smile that feels like a trap I don’t know if I’ll be able to escape from.
"I’m good," I repeat, but her smile just keeps on widening.
"Maybe your hunger has nothing to do with food… Maybe you’re hungry for something else," she whispers, her fingers falling down from my hand and landing on my leg. I feel my breath quickening, and she starts sliding her fingers up to my inner thigh, her eyes never leaving mine.
I let her do it for a few seconds, feeling her fingertips brushing up my leg, but I grab her by the wrist and make her stop before she can go on.
"Clarise, what are you doing? This is a chapel," I admonish her, but I feel my voice cracking under the weight of desire. My cock is hardening right now, and it’s already pushing against the fabric of my boxer briefs, tenting them noticeably.
"Your cock doesn’t seem to care about that." She lets her eyes fall from mine to my crotch and, surprised by her words, I ease my grip on her wrist. Moving fast, she breaks free from my hold and flattens her hand against my crotch, pressing hard on my cock.
"I want you, Connor," she whispers, leaning in and pressing her lips against my ear. "And I want this hard cock of yours…" she continues, curling her fingers around my shaft and squeezing it tightly.
I’ve been celibate for years, and I was proud of it. But now I see that I only managed to do it because I never really faced temptation. True temptation. And that’s exactly what Clarise is: temptation made into flesh.
"Fuck me, Connor," she whispers again, and I feel my resolve shattering into a million little pieces. "Fuck me hard…"
Turning to her, I place one hand on the nape of her neck and tangle my fingers in her hair. I look into her eyes for a long moment, feeling her fingers around my cock, and then I just lean in and crush my mouth against hers.
If she wants me to fuck her, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Clarise
Wow.
There’s no other way to express it, but to say wow!
The moment Connor presses his lips against mine, it’s as if the whole universe explodes inside my skull. The first time we kissed I still felt his reluctance, but now… Now he’s completely unhinged. Much like a dam on the verge of bursting, there’s a small trickle of water first, but then the walls just explode and the ensuing flood destroys everything in its wake.
Our tongues wrestle against one another, our kiss something so wild and fierce that I don’t even know how to process it. Still with my hand on his cock, I grip it even more tightly and I start stroking him over his pants, moving my hand up and down in a pendulum motion.
Wanting so much more than to just feel his cock over the fabric of his pants, I force myself to let go of it and I take both my hands to his waist. Grabbing his belt, I unbuckle it in one fluid motion and pull it out from its loops; then I pull his zipper down, and his cock pushes so hard against his boxer briefs that I almost expect it to rip through the fabric.
"Oh, Jesus," I let out as I pull back from his kiss, sliding my hand under the hem of his boxer briefs and curling my fingers around his thickness. The moment I touched his cock for the first time, I knew that Connor was huge … but now that I have it in my hand, no fabric between my fingers and his shaft, I finally realize how truly huge Connor’s cock is. As thick as a soda can, it’s even longer than one. Ten inches? No … its got to be more than that.
I’m an experienced woman, sure, but I’ve never been with a man this hung. To be honest with you, I don’t even know if something as huge as his cock will fit either in my mouth or in my pussy. But one thing’s for sure: I’m going to find out, and I’m going to do it right now.
Yanking on his boxer briefs, I pull his cock out and let my eyes fall down to it. It’s hard, pulsing against my fingers harshly, and the tip is already glistening with pre-cum.
"That looks delicious," I tell him softly, bringing my gaze up to meet his. He looks back at me with an expression of unbridled lust and, before I can say anything else, he tangles his fingers in my hair once more and forces me down.
Leaning into him, I close my eyes as I approach his cock; then, I part my lips and let the tip of my tongue out, resting it against the tip of his cock and allowing the saltiness of his pre-cum to coat my tongue. I take my time, flicking my tongue and using it to circle the fat head of his cock. Tilting my head sideways, I then run the tip of my tongue down the length of his shaft; when I finally get to the root, I place one hand under his balls and start massaging them.
Guided by instinct, I open my mouth as wide as I can and suck one of his balls in, allowing its full weight to rest over my tongue. I do the same with the other one, wrapping my lips tightly around it as I keep on lapping with my tongue, and only then do I go back up his shaft.
This time, I go beyond his tip; I open my mouth wide again, allowing the tip of his cock between my lips, and then I start lowering my head over his length. His cock pushes down on my tongue and against the inside of my cheeks, filling me in such a way that I can’t help but to imagine how it’ll feel to have him inside my pussy, fucking me like a wild animal.
"Mm," I start to moan as I push my mouth down, rolling my lips over his shaft until I feel the skin at the base of his cock. I don’t even know how I’ve managed to fit all of his long inches inside my mouth, but I push through and do it. I hold my position for a few seconds, feeling the tip of his cock throb against the back of my throat, and then I start bobbing my head up and down as fast as I can.
I don’t even bother with building up a rhythm; I just suck him violently, ravaging his cock with my mouth. He has both his hands on my head but, instead of guiding my movements, he remains still, feeling my swaying motion as I gobble up his huge member.
"Clarise…" he groans, his voice echoing through the empty chapel. "That’s so good…"
"Of course," I whisper softly, taking his cock out of my mouth and looking up at him. I don’t stop as I do it, though; instead, I replace my mouth with one hand and I start stroking him viciously, doing it so fiercely that Connor’s eyes start rolling in their orbits.
"You’re the Devil," he breathes out then, but there’s a wicked smile dancing on his lips. One that tells me he wants me to be the Devil right now. And I’m more than happy to oblige.
"You’ve seen nothing yet," I shoot back at him, sitting up straight on the chapel pew. Letting go of his cock, I press my body against his and then jump on top of him, my knees against the surface of the seat as I straddle him. I throw my arms over his shoulders and, at the same time, I buck my hips at him; I throw my head back as I do it, allowing a soft moan to escape from between my lips as I press my pussy against his cock.
"Then show me… show me what you can do," Connor says, resting his hands on my legs and hiking my skirt up to my waist. Then, his hands move around my body and down the curve of my ass; he digs his fingers into my ass cheeks, pulling me into him at the same time, and I start grinding against his cock as if I were fucking him.
Closing my eyes, I surrender to the moment, my brain shutting down completely. I keep on bucking my hips against Connor, growing wet with each passing second, and I feel an uncontrollable hunger taking over me.
I need him to fuck me… Oh, I need it so bad.
Looking straight into his eyes again, I take both my hands to his chest, hooking my fingers on the collar of his bl
ack shirt. Instead of unbuttoning it, I just grab at the fabric hard and pull it from opposite sides; the buttons pop out in a fraction of a second, scattering around the floor of the chapel, and I just keep on yanking, untucking his shirt.
The moment his naked chest comes into view, I stop swaying my hips for a moment. My jaw hangs open as I trace the contour of his pectorals and abs with my eyes, my brain overheating as I try to process just how ripped Connor is. Jesus Christ, if all spiritual men looked like Connor, there’d be no atheist women left in the world.
More than looking toned and in shape, Connor’s muscles seem to have been carved out of marble. Do you know those old Greek and Roman statues portraying the perfect man? Yeah, those mementos from the Classical Age have nothing on a man like Connor. If statues could feel shame, Connor would be forbidden to ever walk inside a museum.
Leaning into him, I start kissing his neck, laying my lips softly against his skin and then pulling it with my teeth. He groans as I do it, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks, and then he starts to thrust. As I feel his shaft pressing hard against my pussy, I resume my coming-and-going motion from before, swaying my hips lewdly and grinding against his huge member.
"I want to see you … to really see you," Connor whispers out of the blue, his voice heavy with anticipation as he takes his hands to my waist and grabs the hemline of my blouse. He pulls it over my head and I feel my nipples hardening against my bra as the fabric leaves my body. But Connor wants more than to just undress me from the waist, and soon enough I’m going to experience all of his wants.
"You’re so … so fucking beautiful, Clarise," he continues, and I’ve gotta say, there’s something extremely erotic and sexy about hearing a spiritual man such as Connor curse like this. But he doesn’t give me any time to ponder on the sexiness of his words… No, he dives straight into me, taking his mouth to my cleavage and kissing the naked patch of skin there.
At the same time, he allows his hands to roam up the sides of my body, and then he takes them to my back. There, he finds the clasp of my bra and he frees it with a quick flick of his fingers. My lace cups fall down my breasts, revealing my rosy tips, and Connor reacts to the sight of my naked tits with an almost savage growl.
Grabbing at my bra, he throws it to the side and then grabs my right breast, squeezing it. Taking his mouth to it, he starts devouring my right nipple, sucking hard on it while he traces vicious circles around it with his tongue.
I let moan after moan tumble out of my lips as he does it, the sound of my aching voice somehow amplified by the cavernous emptiness of the chapel. Oh, I can barely believe that this is happening… I’m straddling Connor, a holy man, while he sucks on my tits, and that’s while sitting inside a chapel, under God’s scrutinous gaze. I always thought of myself as a naughty girl, but I guess that this tops everything else I’ve ever done. And something tells me that I’m just starting…
"Stand up," Connor says dryly, taking his mouth off of my nipple and looking into my eyes. The tone of his voice doesn’t leave me any opening for a smart comeback, and so I just do what I’m told. I climb down from his lap and stand up in front of him, feeling like a little schoolgirl that’s about to be punished by her handsome teacher.
Following after me, Connor stands up as well. The moment he’s in front of me, I don’t hesitate; I grab his shirt and push it down his arms, leaving him naked from the waist up. Then, doing it as slowly as I can, I take one step toward him and place my hands on his outer thighs, hooking my fingers on his open pants. One little tug and I send both his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, and Connor then does the rest; he kicks off his shoes to the side and then steps out of his clothes, the nakedness of his perfect body making my pussy so wet that I can almost feel my brain shriveling up inside my skull.
"You want me to fuck you, don’t you?" he asks me, this time not even bothering with a whisper. He’s talking loudly, his words bouncing off the walls and coming back to me amplified, like the voice of some commanding God.
"I do," I tell him, my mouth dry as anticipation starts taking over me. This is really happening, isn’t it? Connor’s really going to fuck me, and this isn’t some kind of dream where I’ll wake up horny and sweating—oh, no, this is real life.
Taking one step back, Connor allows his steely gaze to run up and down my body for a few seconds, and then he reaches for me and rests his hands on my waist. Pushing on my skirt harshly, he sends it down my legs and, just like he did before, I step out of it.
I start bending over, ready to take my high-heels off, when his voice booms through the chapel. "No," he tells me firmly, a hint of a grin shaping up on his mouth. "Leave those on."
With that, he takes one step forward and starts pushing me back. I let him do it, allowing him to guide me all the way to the first steps of the small altar at the end of the chapel. There, he keeps guiding me up until my back’s pressed against the altar.
I run my tongue between my lips, looking at Connor anxiously, and I notice that the shadow of the cross hanging overhead is cast on his chest. What you’re about to do is a sin, that shadow seems to say, and it’ll be so fucking worth it.
"You couldn’t let it go, could you?" Connor asks me, his voice letting me know that he doesn’t need an answer. "You had to have me…" he continues, his hands now on my outer thighs. "You had to break me…" He hooks his fingers on my thong and, pushing it against my thigh, he simply rips it off me in one swift motion. I let out a short moan as I feel the fabric sliding off my skin, and my heart starts beating so fast that I even feel lightheaded for a few seconds.
"You want me as much as I want you," I somehow manage to tell him, and that’s when he grabs me by the ass and pulls me up, forcing me to sit down on the altar.
"That’s right, I do... " he merely says, spreading my knees wide and closing in on me. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he pushes it down and angles it so that it’s pointing straight at my wet pussy. "And now it’s time we stop wanting and start doing," he whispers into my ear, closing the distance between my pussy and his cock.
He starts rubbing its thick tip over my pussy, teasing me endlessly, and I bury my fingernails in his back as he does it. "Fuck me… fuck me now," I tell him, completely unable to endure any more of his teasing. I must have him, and I must have him right now.
And it looks like he can read my mind.
He stops his teasing all at once and then, with one quick movement of his hips, he pushes his cock past my inner lips and deep into my pussy. The moment I feel his thickness straining against my inner walls I don’t even moan; I just scream, and I do it so loud that even my throat starts hurting from the effort.
Driving his cock deep inside of me, Connor only stops when all of his inches are buried inside my pussy. He holds it there for a few seconds, and then he starts pulling it back, but only so that he can thrust again. And he does it over and over again, pistoning into me and completely destroying whatever rationality there still was in my brain.
"Oh… Oh, God," I moan, dragging my fingernails across his shoulder blades so hard I might draw blood. But he doesn’t seem phased by it, instead, that seems to make him want to fuck me even harder.
Placing one hand on my chest, he pushes me back and forces me to lay down on the altar. I raise my feet up, placing them on the edge of the altar, the crimson cloth the only thing separating from the cold marble underneath, and I let him have his way with me.
With his hands on the back of my knees, he keeps me in place while he rams his cock deep into me, each thrust of his unleashing a pleasure so intense inside my body that it feels as if I’m being burnt alive.
"Harder!" I cry out, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy driving me completely mad. "HARDER!" I shout at the top of my lungs, the echo of my voice filling the whole chapel like a chorus of sinful devils.
"You’re so … fucking … tight …" Connor groans between his thrusts, now reaching for my breasts and squeezing them eagerly. He pinches b
oth my nipples at the same time, holding them between his thumbs and index fingers, and he intensifies the pressure until I simply can’t bear it any longer.
Throwing my head back, I then arch my body and let ecstasy climb up my spine. It feels as if I’ve stepped on a live wire, and now electricity is raging inside my body, wrapping itself around my brain and frying it into moosh.
My God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt something as intense as this. I’m not like those unfortunate women, the ones who've never experienced an orgasm, but the pleasure I’m feeling right now kinda makes it feel as if I’m a virgin, trying out true ecstasy for the first time in my entire life.
Oh, where has Connor been all my life? If I knew he’d fuck me like this, I’d have jumped on him the first time I saw him. I’d rip his clothes off, push him to the ground and simply ride him into exhaustion. And then I’d do it again and again.
"Oh, fuck… This was… Something else," I tell him, propping myself up on my elbows as he slows down. By the time he stops completely, his hair is plastered to his forehead, and thick beads of sweat are dripping down his face. And, my favorite part, there’s a grin of pure delight on his lips. It seems like the holy man enjoys sinning, after all.
"I’m not done," he groans, pulling his cock out of my pussy and taking one step back. Grabbing me by the hand, he pulls me up to my feet and then, moving fast, he grabs me by the hips and forces me to turn around. Pushing me toward the altar once again, he lays one forearm across my lower back and forces me to bend over. Since I’m still wearing my high-heels, my pussy and ass are exactly at the right angle … and so, all I have to do is jut my ass back to feel his thick cock.
With his shaft between my ass cheeks, I start swaying my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock, and I only stop when he holds me firmly. Grabbing his thickness, he pushes it down, and I tremble slightly as I feel the the tip of his cock sliding down my ass crack before finally resting against my aching pussy.
