Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Zedediah
Muffled whimpers fill the auditorium when I bring her head back down, forcing my entire length down her throat.
I can’t get enough, and I’m surprised I’m still as hard as I am after she sucked me dry.
Edging us both as I bent her over the pew was one of the hardest things I’ve done.
But I wanted her to work for my pleasure—and now hers.
“That’s right, cry out on this altar just like they do.
Show me what true worship is.” I know she’s close because her sucking has started to slow.
I feel the vibrations caused by her moans throughout my dick.
Starting at the tip, running all the way down to the base of my cock.
I reach down and squeeze my balls before reaching under her chin.
I lift her face, removing my dick, to lean forward and press my lips to hers before pushing my tongue inside of her mouth.
Dark strands of hair fall in her face from her rough movements and stick to the sides with sweat.
Leaning in, I push them out of her eyes.
“Let me see you come. I want to see your body shake as your pussy clenches around those hands.” I never thought I could be jealous of an inanimate object, but here I am.
Wishing I was the pair of prayer hands sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
“Let me spread you out on the altar. I need the full view.” She doesn’t stop me when I roll out from under her, flipping her over.
I place her ass on the second stair to the top so she can lean back comfortably.
I put one hand behind her head and lean into the side of her face inhaling the scent of almond and vanilla.
Her hand doesn’t stop as I nibble at her earlobe, causing her to hiss in a breath.
Tangling my fingers through the hair on the back of her head, gripping it tightly, I instruct her, “Come for me, Cat. I know you want to. I want to see.” I start talking her through the pleasure that’s clearly growing inside of her.
Trailing my free hand down her chest, I circle her hard nipples.
Slowly, I trace down to her belly button, going even lower before stopping on the mound right above her swollen clit.
I run my fingers lower, holding my breath as I give her a light pinch.
Her cries are breathy as she tries to say, “Zed. I—” She inhales sharply, barely able to finish her words. “I need you.”
My lips part when her hand picks up its pace, and I know my dick hasn’t ever been as hard as it is right now. I feel like I’m about to cum again just from watching her. I groan under my breath when I feel my post-cum precum dripping down, leaking onto her leg.
Shivers run through her body as she arches her back into me, giving me the perfect opportunity to lick my tongue up the side of her face, drinking her tears.
I can’t help myself. I guide my hand to hers.
“I feel like you can take more. Are you pushing it in as far as it can go?” She gives me a light nod and I growl in her ear, “Keep going then, pretty girl. Show off for me.”
The windows give me barely enough light to see the way her chest is flushed. The moonlight shines through like a spotlight showcasing her hard nipples. I trail my hand to the back of her neck and start massaging it.
“There it is, baby.” I bite my lower lip. “Give it to me. Let me see.” The floor seems like it’s being swept out beneath us when she falls over the edge. My dick is throbbing as every whimper, every cry, rips through me.
I press my fingers to her lips. “Sh-sh-sh. You did so good.”
So. Good. Her hand slowly stops moving. And I’m surprised her hand kept going as long as it did without a cramp. I stand, letting go of her. I watch her come down, reminding her to breathe. Holding her back earlier was worth it, in ways I didn’t even think of.
I slide the offering plate off of the table nestled against the pulpit. Cat stays spread out on the altar, like the offering she is to me. All for me. Only for me. She drops the figurine and looks in my direction. Her lips are parted and puffy, and I see the glassy look in her eyes.
“Your eyes do not leave mine. Do you understand?” I look at her, thinking I see a nod. But she’s clearly exhausted based on the twitching of her thighs while she tries to catch her breath.
I have a firm grip on my dick—there’s no reason to ease into it. Plus I don’t think I could anyway.
This image of her, wrecked on the altar. Goddammit, I’m not going to last long. I start talking to her and she doesn’t even blink.
“Look at what you did?” I stroke once, all the way up, rubbing my thumb over the head, stretching out a sliver of precum before dragging it back down. She bites her bottom lip, tucking it behind her top teeth. “Look at how hard I am. Again. You really know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
I pump again, faster this time while my free hand holds the cold metal plate.
My breath becomes more jagged with each stroke and is tighter than the last. Ecstasy washes over me.
I’m so fucking close. My eyes track down her body to her pretty pussy, focusing on the wetness glistening on her inner thighs.
She’s coated in herself. Her pussy lips are swollen and barely parted, soft folds tuck in hiding her clit.
“Touch yourself.” My voice comes out raspy, and she does as she’s told. I’m afraid I’m going to be raw after this, but I can’t hold back anymore. Pressure coils around my insides as tight lines of my release build, and I place the offering plate beneath my tip.
The first spurt hits hard, then another. Hot streams of cum begin to fill the bottom of the plate.
One, two—five spurts are released before my hand stills.
My chest steadies and I lower the plate to the ground, placing it right in front of me.
An offering for her, poured straight from me.
I drop to my knees, curling my pointer finger at her, ushering her over to me. She’s such a good girl, so I don’t even need to guide her. Her hands tremble as she pushes her hair behind her ears and leans forward on all fours.
When strands fall across her face, covering her eyes, I scoot closer to her. My hand gathers it all into a ponytail.
She lowers her lips to the offering plate, and I can’t help but smile. “That’s it.”
Her tongue slowly drags over the metal, making sure there isn’t a drop to be wasted. “I love watching you accept my offering.” My dick twitches while watching her clean the bottom of the plate. Such a hungry little thing.
She looks up to me, her mouth glistening as she gives me a smirk before running her tongue over her lips, cleaning herself up. If I was god, I’d be furious. Heaven never had her and hell can’t take her. Her soul is spoken for.
I pull her into me, and we run our hands over each other’s bodies before falling on our sides. I watch her in the moonlight, her eyes shutting softly.
I can’t help but think that while I was taught to kneel for something I couldn’t see, this woman lying in front of me is teaching me to stand. So if I’m going to burn, I’ll make sure it’s for her.