Chapter Twelve
CHAPTER TWELVE
VAN
“John 3:16 once said…” When the phone Kye gave me pings again with another message, I ignore it and flip the page in my Bible but I accidentally knock the phone and unlock it. The second the pictures appear on my screen, my eyes widen and my train of thought evaporates as I stare down at Peyton’s drenched pussy.
Goliath - Fuck, baby, let me fuck you tonight.
Mac - I need to sink my cock inside that tight pussy.
I snap my head up and spot her instantly in the back with Tess, biting down on her lips with a smile on her face as she types on her phone. My mouth goes dry. I reach up and stroke the collar I wear around my neck. I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking her while I stand here, but all I can think about is how incredible her pussy felt wrapped around my cock last night and how delicious her cum tasted.
“Father Pierce?” I shake my head and dart my gaze to Tabitha who stares up at me from the front row with a concerned look on her face. I flick my gaze back to Peyton who is now looking directly at me, I tear my gaze from hers and plaster a smile on my face.
“Forgive me, I was lost in thought. Please give me one moment,” I say, then pretend to find the correct page in the Bible but type out a reply to the group chat.
Saint - When everyone leaves the church you stay behind and head to confession, you will be punished for disrespecting the Lord's house. Before you even think about searching for us just know you will never figure it out. Make me wait and you will be going longer than a week without a release.
I lock the phone and ignore its constant vibration as I return to my service. Peyton will pay for this. I’m now forced to deliver this fucking service with a raging hard-on! I still have to speak to her mother and stepfather after this. I force all thoughts about how amazing their daughter tastes from my mind and focus on the here and now or else I’ll drag Peyton into the confession chamber now and fuck her brains out just to teach her a lesson for daring to send a picture when I wasn’t prepared. I cut a glance to Hudson and Kye who sit in the middle row on the opposite side, both of them sitting there with broad smiles on their faces.
They knew what they were doing when they asked for that picture, they wanted me to lose control. Those fuckers will pay for this stunt. If they think they will be joining us in the confession chamber, they are dead fucking wrong. This is a punishment for them as much as it is for her.
“Thank you so much, Father Pierce.” I smile at Lenior and place my hand on top of hers as she holds my other.
“It wasn’t me, the community came together and as a whole we made this happen. I’m grateful we are able to help both you and Ken get your home fixed,” I say.
“Yeah, as soon as we get the plumbing fixed, I can start on the repairs,” Hudson adds, earning an eye roll from Peyton who stands behind her parents fidgeting.
“Regardless, we are thankful that you could pull this all together in such a short time, Father.” I wave away Ken’s thanks.
“We were blessed.” Both of them smile and bid me goodbye. Hudson wraps an arm around Peyton’s shoulders and drags her into his side. She shoves him away from her and smacks him on the chest just as Kye appears behind her.
“Want to go to the lake?” Kye asks. Peyton’s face falls and we all wait to hear her answer.
“Uh, I made plans but you guys should go and I can meet you there after I finish this thing I have to do.” Kye coughs to mask his laughter. Hudson on the other hand just stands there and laughs.
“Yeah, right on, little sis.” She scowls at her brother and places her hands on her hips.
“Do you have to be so…”
“Handsome?” he answers for her. She growls and stomps her foot, which has my brows hitting my hairline.
“Annoying,” she grits out. “Now, if you’ll all excuse me, I need a moment alone with my… ah, prayers and I like to um, pray in private.” She fumbles over her words and anyone with good sense can tell she is full of shit, but none of us call her on it. Kye and Hudson say their goodbyes to Peyton, then look at me expectantly.
“I have paperwork to catch up on. I’ll meet you guys there in an hour.” Hudson rolls his lips over his teeth and nods. Kye just smirks and wags his brows, I know for a fact these two idiots aren’t going to leave. I’d bet good money that they will hide out and then sneak into the other confessional and fuck while getting off to the sounds she’ll make. I leave her to fake pray while I head into my office to change. I refuse to look at anything in my office, not wanting to feel judged.
Peyton has made me lose control and she needs to be punished for doing it. I nearly lost my cool today in front of the whole town. Once I’m changed, I grab my mask and slip out of my office. I make sure the back entrance of the church is locked, I know the guys would have locked the front for me. I secure my mask and stalk to the front. I smirk when I see she isn’t where I left her, which means she is being a good girl and waiting for me. I scan the church to make sure it’s empty, the last thing I need is for someone to be lurking in here and find their priest fucking his girl in the confessional.
Fuck!
I pause and sift through my thoughts, is that what she has become? Is she ours?
Yes.
I don’t allow myself to dwell on that, Peyton may not know it yet, but the three of us have claimed her as ours and whether she likes it or not, we’re going to keep her. I approach the wooden structure and take a deep breath. What I’m about to do is going to cross a line I can never come back from. I want to feel guilty for committing so many sins with her but I can’t. I regret nothing when it concerns her. From the moment she moved in next door, I knew she would stir shit up around here, I just didn’t realize that she was made for me—- for us.
“Face the wall,” I growl. I hear her shuffle around, obeying my demand. When silence falls, I pull the door open and step inside the cramped space. I latch the door behind me and love how tight the space is, we’re already touching without meaning to. Her shoulders rise and fall, her back plastered to my front. I reach out and wrap her hair around my fist, forcing her head back. She gasps when she meets my gaze, the glow of my mask illuminating the tiny space.
“Who are you?” she breathes out.
“Your sins made of flesh,” I grit out. Her mouth parts but no words follow. I use my grip on her hair to force her forward. She braces her hands on the small bench type seat. I run my hand down her back, loving the shiver that rolls through her. I grip the hem of her dress and bunch it around her waist, then run my hands over the globes of her ass. A wanton moan escapes her when I draw my hand back and smack her ass, relishing the sight of her ass turning red.
“Fuck me, please,” she begs. I wrap my index finger around the thin string that runs through her cheeks, slowly pull it free of its hiding spot and push it to the side.
“This is about me. You don’t get to come. Am I clear?” She whimpers but doesn’t respond, forcing me to tug on her hair until she yelps. “Am. I. Clear?”
She darts her tongue out to moisten her lips. “I want to say yes but you all fuck me so good I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop it.” Her defiance should piss me off but it has the opposite effect, knowing she can’t help but fall victim to our savagery has the darkness inside me spreading like a virus, begging me to claim this perfect girl.
I release her and free my cock. I grip my shaft and run it through her slick folds, groaning at how fucking wet she is. “Beg me.”
“Please, I want you to fuck me,” she answers without hesitation. I press inside her, loving how her body accepts me without restriction—I’m not even fully sheathed inside her and she’s trembling. A gasp escapes her when the divider is opened. She snaps her head to the side to see Hudson and Kye both at the divider, wearing their masks and watching her.
“He’s going to fuck you while I fuck him,” Kye growls. I bite back my smirk, I knew those two wouldn’t be able to stay away. Her pussy flutters around my cock, knowing they are about to fuck turns this dirty little girl on. I draw back as far as I can, then thrust forward. She cries out and Hudson and Kye both grunt next door.
“Holy fuck, this is too much.” She pants as I continue to fuck her, my grip on her waist is bruising.
“You like knowing they are fucking?” I grunt as I slam inside her again.
“Yes. I fucking love it. I want to watch them,” she answers. I swivel us around so I’m sitting on the bench.
“Bounce on my cock while you watch them.” She braces her hands on the wall, then turns her head so she can watch them through the divider then starts bouncing on my dick reverse cowgirl. I reach around and cup her tits through her dress, loving the sound of the strangled moan she releases.
“You like this, Bunny?” Kye growls.
“Yes,” she pants out.
“Fuck, his cock feels so good in my ass, baby,” Hudson groans.
“Oh shit, I need to come,” she cries. I push my mask up, exposing my mouth, and order her to come as I sink my teeth into her shoulder. She screams so loud God himself would have heard. My grip on her waist turns fucking brutal as I force her up and down on my cock, chasing my own release. Kye and Hudson finish a second before I blow. Shudders roll through me as I try to catch my breath. Fuck, her pussy is clenching my dick so perfectly, milking me of every damn drop.
“You walk out of here and don’t look back, Bunny. We’ll see you next week,” Hudson pants out. I feel her deflate at his dismissal but she needs to leave before us. She sucks in a deep breath and slowly moves. The second I slip free of her, I feel cold without the heat of her wrapped around me.
I’ll lose the collar for her and continue to sin. I have no doubt in my mind that Peyton Jordan will be ours.