Chapter Twelve #2
“You little fucking tease.” He lifts my legs and tugs me to the end of the pew until my ass is hanging off the edge and he can easily spank it. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
“I know what I want, Father, and I want to feel that thick cock split me in two. Can you do that? Can you fuck my little pussy hard and fast?”
He groans low under his breath and spanks my ass again, harder this time. “I love the marks I’m leaving on you. You can look at that in the morning and remind yourself how naughty you were.”
I’ve just come, but my clit is already throbbing again. “I think you’re naughty too, aren’t you? You want to let go of that collar, and you want to know what it feels like to press inside of my tight little hole.”
There’s another wallop to my ass before he lifts me up onto his shoulder and carries me down the aisle, past the altar, through his office, and into his bedroom.
He tosses me onto the bed and unzips his jeans, tugging them onto the floor slowly, methodically, as though he’s trying to run interference with his brain.
“I’m going to fuck this tight, sweet, little pussy and fill you to the fucking brim.” He slides the tip of his cock into my seam with a guttural sound that rattles me from the inside out. It’s wild, like he’s lost control. “Do you want to be my filthy little secret, Wren?”
“I want to be your everything,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He tugs me to the edge of the bed, his bare cock sliding into me slowly as he throws his head back and closes his eyes, forgiveness on his breath as he thrusts hard and fast, his solid body slamming against me with force as he takes what he’s been desperate for.
“You’re so damn tight,” he groans, pressing into me over and over again, his dark gaze now focused on mine as he squeezes my breast with his free hand.
My legs bounce against his broad shoulders, and every sound, every slap, every breath echoes through the old church.
“Lord in heaven, little lamb, I’m about to fucking blow.”
“Do it,” I pant. “Come inside of me.”
He thrusts faster again, then slows to nearly a stop, pushing his thick cock in a few more times to finish himself off.
Relief immediately washes over his face, though he stays tucked inside of me a moment longer, pumping slowly as though he’s emptying the last of it.
“Fuck,” he groans as he leans into my neck, his teeth against my skin. “That was insane. You feel incredible.”
I wet my lips as he rolls onto the bed next to me, his heavy frame creaking the mattress as he shifts the blankets and tucks us both beneath the covers. “I’m pretty sure I’m an asshole now.”
“You’re a human being. We talked about this. God will forgive you.”
He pauses, his hand resting over my chest, the rough pads of his fingers tickling my arm slowly. “I’m not sure I want to be forgiven anymore.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t imagine not having that over and over again every day for the rest of eternity.
Your body is heavenly, Wren. I don’t know how I go back to pretending like this doesn’t exist.” He leans into my lips slowly, the taste of my pleasure on his mouth as he kisses me for the first time.
“You’re mine, little lamb. I can’t see it any other way. ”
“So what’s the plan?” I smile against his kiss. “You going to keep me hidden in the walls back here? If you get me an oven and some baking supplies, I should be fine. But fair warning, I think Netflix has a few documentaries about this kind of thing.”
“That’s always been my dream,” he says, kissing my shoulder, the rough tips of his fingers brushing against my skin. “A Netflix documentary.”
I laugh under my breath. “Have you had any dreams about having your own fanfic online, ‘cause my friend told me today someone’s writing one about you.”
“Who’s someone?” he groans, his hands still wandering my body.
“I think it’s Leanne.”
“Of course it is. Why do you think it’s her?”
“The main character loves bright-colored clothes, has big tits and blonde hair, so I think it was a fair assumption.”
He shakes his head as he rests another kiss on my shoulder. “Have you read it?”
“I’m living it.”
He growls low like he’s hungry for more, his lips peppering my body with kisses every other word as he says, “Tell me what this looks like to you. What would our life be like together? How many kids do you want? Where would we live?”
This feels almost as dangerous as masturbating for him, maybe more so. I’ve already done the work of a devil tonight. I might as well keep going.
“I think we’d have like five kids. A house full. Four girls, one boy. I’d name the girls, Evie, Eliza, Elena, and Everly. You name our son.”
“Oh, shit, ugh… Beau. I’ve always liked that name.”
“Beau?” I laugh. “No, we can’t name our son Beau.”
“Why not?”
“Because that’s what people name their dogs. My dad had a hunting dog named Beau for years. He was a pain in the ass, always running off and getting into things he shouldn’t have been getting into.”
“Okay,” he grows silent for a moment, his head resting on my shoulder as he continues to feather his touch against my skin, “what about Christopher?”
“We’ll work on the boy’s name,” I grin, “but we’ll have four girls, one boy, they’ll all be super cute, and we can live in your mom’s place. She was telling me today how important the place is to your family. We’d need to expand, of course, but I like the history of it.”
He kisses my collarbone and sighs. “That’s the sweetest thing, little lamb, but I don’t think this town is going to want me here after I leave the church.”
“You don’t know that.” I roll into him and kiss his forehead gently. “You’re a good man and you’ve done so much for this community. People will see that too.”
“Should we get married at the lake?” He lifts my finger and circles the spot where a ring would go. “You in a pretty little dress in front of those mountains and all that turquoise, I can see it now.”
“Yeah,” a tear works its way out, but I swallow it down again, “right there on the rocks. Not a big thing, but a sweet little ceremony for the two of us. I can make cupcakes for us afterward and we can have a bonfire on the beach that night.”
He brushes his hand down my wrist, over my stomach, and onto my thigh. “This is what I want.”
“Me too,” I whisper. “Forever.”
He grips my waist and pulls me into the crook of his body, his flaccid cock pressing against my ass as he holds me close, still kissing my shoulder, my neck, the back of my head. “You’re mine, little lamb, and there’s no way around that now.”
My body aches for him. My thighs, my core, my heart, and I’m afraid I want something I know deep down I can never have.