Page 143 of The Auction
She braces herself on the back of the pew, hips rocking, head tipped back as a cry tears from her throat. The sound bounces off the high ceiling, echoing through the empty church like a confession.
I tighten my grip and bury my face in her, determined to wring every moan from her until she forgets where we are, who we are, and why this should be a sin.
Every filthy word that falls from her lips makes my cock throb harder. Praise drips from her like sin, her voice breaking on moans that spike straight through my chest and settle low in my gut.
When she starts to come, she grinds against my mouth, rocking hard, yanking on my hair like she’s trying to fuse me to her. My name tears from her throat, loud, desperate—like I’m the god she’s been praying to.
I ride it out with her, sucking her clit until she trembles and shudders against me, tasting every ounce of her pleasure.
“I need you in me,” she pants, breathless, voice wrecked. “Now.”
I’m on my feet in a second, my chest heaving. “Don’t move.”
My fingers fly to my belt, yanking it open, pushing my pants down just enough to free my cock. I wrap a hand around it, nudging the head through her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness before plunging in—one deep, punishing thrust to the hilt.
She arches hard, her head tipping back, a cry tearing from her lips that sounds like angels singing. My own groan rumbles through the space, mixing with hers.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” I grit out, my hands gripping her hips. “You’re my home, Cass. Exactly where I’m meant to be—inside you. Loving you.”
I drive into her, my pace hard and relentless, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. I spread her ass cheeks apart, watching myself slide into her, over and over, and it’s so fucking beautiful I almost lose it right there.
“Look at you,” I rasp, thrusting deeper. “Look how perfect you take me.”
She cries out, her voice breaking as she comes again, clenching tight around me.
“Play with your beautiful tits,” I order, my voice dark, rough. “Pinch those pink nipples until they are red for me.”
She obeys, fingers toying with those perfect peaks, and I drop one hand to rub her clit, working her through it. She shatters beneath me, her cry ringing out like the sweetest blasphemy I’ve ever heard.
“Listen how beautiful my whore comes for me.”
But I’m not done with her. Not even close. I want to feel her squeeze my cock again—tight, desperate—while she comes apart in my arms.
I grip her hips and lift her clean off the pew, her legs wrapping around my waist in an instant. Her tongue is down my throat before I’ve even taken a step, her nails raking over my shoulders like she’s trying to mark me all over again.
I cross the space to the altar, pressing her back against it. She gasps when I lift her higher and slide back into her, slow at first, just to feel that perfect stretch again. Then I hook her legs over my arms, spreading her wide for me like an offering.
Her arms brace on the altar behind her, head tipped back, her hair spilling over her shoulders as I fuck into her. Her full breasts bounce with every snap of my hips against hers, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the hollow quiet of the church.
“Look at me, baby.” My voice is rough, commanding. “Let me see those green eyes when you choke my dick with your tight pussy.”
Her gaze locks on mine, wild and glassy, and it’s all I need. “Rub your clit. Come with me.”
She does, circling that spot with frantic fingers, her breaths coming in jagged bursts as I pound into her. We break together, my hips slamming into hers as I spill into her, her body milking me for every last drop.
But she doesn’t stop. Even after I’ve emptied inside her, she’s still rubbing her clit, pinching her nipples, her voice breaking on a cry. “I’m—oh, fuck—I’m about to come again?—”
I shift, setting her down just enough to move us, then sit on the altar steps with her straddling me. My hands grip her hips. “Ride me.”
There’s no hesitation, no build-up—she sinks down onto me in one smooth motion and starts riding me hard, taking exactly what she wants from me. The slap of her hips against mine is filthy, perfect.
“Lean back,” I order, my voice low. “Let me see how pretty you look taking my fat cock in your tight cunt.”
She braces her hands behind her on my thighs, leaning back so I can watch every stroke, every stretch. I reach up, pinching and tugging at her nipples, watching her chest rise and fall with ragged breaths.
“Fuck, baby… you’re gonna make me come again.”
The cum from earlier slides down her thighs, coating my lap, oozing down my balls and dripping to the floor beneath us. It’s so filthy I almost lose my mind.
