32. Father Alexander #3
I line myself up at her entrance again, sticking the tip in and gripping her hips. “Oh, I’ll fill you, Celine. I’ll fill you with so much of my cum that you’ll be dripping the rest of the week. It’ll be a reminder of who owns you.”
Her eyes flash to mine, and I smirk before I yank her body into me.
I enter her in one swift move, and I’m done teasing her now.
My hold on her hips tightens as my momentum becomes more violent.
The mix of our breaths and the filthy sounds echo through the chapel as I continuously drive myself into her.
I toss my head back, eyes squeezing shut as I already feel myself ready to release. I need to fight it, because I don’t want this to end. I want to be buried inside her until the day I die.
“I’m.” Thrust. “So.” Thrust. “Obsessed.” Thrust. “With.” Thrust. “You.”
I didn’t mean for the words to come out, and it makes my movements waver. I dare a glance at Celine, and she is staring at me with admiration. “I’m kind of obsessed with you, too.”
Hope builds in my chest at her words. Maybe telling her that I want to be with her will go better than I thought it would. I start my movements again, going faster. Her legs wrap around me, shaking as she is close to her release.
“Alex!” she cries out, begging me to send her over the edge.
“What is it? You need to come?” She nods. “Go ahead, mark me with your cum. Show me who I belong to.”
Tears roll down the side of her face as the immense pleasure takes over her body. I increase my speed, driving into her with such force that her body slides up the altar.
“Now, Celine.”
At my words, she comes undone. She cries out, and I don’t bother to silence her. It’s because of me that she is losing her mind, and I need to hear it. I continue to fuck her through her orgasm until my hips begin to falter.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I spill inside of her, keeping my hips still as we both ride the high.
Celine is a beautiful mess below me. Her skin slick with holy water and her chest heaves as she fights to find her breath after being thoroughly fucked. Her eyes remain shut as she relishes the bliss of her orgasm, and she looks so peaceful that I don’t want to move.
But sadly, we can’t stay like this any longer. It was already risky having sex under the roof of a church, let alone the chapel. So I slide out of her, spreading her legs apart to get a better view.
“I love seeing my cum fill you.” I stick my fingers inside her and gather our mixed arousal. Taking them out, I hold my hand up and lean forward. “Open your mouth.”
She does as she’s told, and when she cleans my fingers with her tongue, she sighs with satisfaction as if it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. Like she wants more.
“Do you like how we taste?” She silently nods. I take my fingers out of her mouth and ask, “Who do you belong to, little sin?”
“You,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s my good girl.”
I pick up my sweats off the floor and put them back on.
She is still trying to regulate her breathing, still sitting on the altar, but I grab her hips and lift her off of it.
Celine stands on wobbly legs as I bend down to grab her nightgown.
With her in front of me, I take this moment to admire the way our arousal is dripping down her thigh.
I wet my lips at the sight before standing up with her nightgown in hand, and place it over her head, helping her maneuver her arms through the sleeves. When her gown falls over her body, I lift her chin, giving her a mischievous grin.
“Don’t wipe it off. I want to know that you’re walking around with my cum all over your thigh tomorrow.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, and I close the distance, letting our lips hover over each other.
“I take it back,” she says.
My heart sinks, thinking she is going to say she isn’t actually obsessed with me. Making this high I’m on start to fade. I back away from her and ask, “What do you mean?”
“Calling you a prude, when you are clearly far from it.” Contentment spreads across her face, and relief fills my body. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”
Letting go of the doubt that occupied my mind, I admit, “I tried telling you.”
She shrugs. “I have issues with listening.”
“Oh, I know.” A chuckle leaves me as I tug her closer. We take a moment to come back to reality, our foreheads pressed together.
“What are we going to do about Father Keaton?” Celine asks softly.
My eyes dance between hers, and I sigh. “I’ll figure something out. I don’t want you to worry about it. Just go about your days as normal, and let’s enjoy this.”
“Even though he knows what we are doing?”
“I don’t care if he knows, Celine. All I care about is you.”
A sheepish smile spreads across her face. “Okay.”
“Go get some sleep.” I kiss her one more time before backing away and releasing her from my hold. “I need to clean this all up.”
“Do you want help?” she offers.
“I’ll manage.”
She stares at the mess we made, her smile never dimming. Turning back to me, Celine pushes up on her toes and kisses me one more time before sneaking out of the chapel.