Page 167 of His Ruin
“Hands together. I want to hear every word. If it doesn’t please me, you start again.” I whisper in her ear before my hand slides down her chest. I palm one of her breasts, feeling the clamp beneath my fingers before I grab the chain and yank it off her.
She gasps at the throbbing sensation in her swollen nipples. She tries to rub one hand across the ache, but I grab her wrist before slapping her palms together in front of her.
“Pray for me, St. Melody,” I command as I shove her to the floor, presenting her ass to me. Her forearms prevent her cheek from meeting the ground as I drop to my knees behind her.
I bring my saliva forward, letting it drip onto her ass before I slick a finger into her tight hole. Her jaw flexes as I slowly pump my digit, prepping her.
“I’m not hearing anything,” I croon.
“Heavenly father,” she begins quietly as I press another finger into her ass. “Thank you for the gift of forgiveness on this day…”
“Good girl,” I praise as I pull my cock free and spit on the head. My hand works down the shaft, lubricating me before I notch myself at her entrance. “Keep going. You aren’t forgiven yet.”
I press forward, and she stops breathing. It takes her a moment to gather her bearings before she swallows and continues. “Thank you for guiding me and giving me strength even when I don’t see the way clearly.”
She’s taken the first inch of me, and her body is coiled. There’s tension lining her shoulders as her head dips and her thighs shake.
“Relax for me,” I whisper in reassurance as I smooth a hand up her spine. “I’m going slow. I won’t hurt you.”
She nods as her fingers interlock into fists. “Forgive me for my mistakes and help me grow into someone worthy of yourpresence…”
My hips rock lazily, opening her up as she takes more of me with every slight thrust forward. She’s beginning to derail from her prayer, but I know this is new to her. She’s experiencing a first, and I’m not so cruel that I would reprimand her for basking in the sensations.
“Protect my family and loved ones…” She sucks in a breath when she takes over half of me. Her head dips as her eyes flutter. “Bless those who are struggling, and guide the weak not to temptation.”
She’s so fucking tight.
Watching my cock disappear into her makes my restraint wane. I want nothing more than to slam forward and force her to take every inch. My control is fraying by the second as her warmth wraps around me like a vice.
“Wash away my sins, Creator. I place my worries in your hands. Give me the strength to overcome and accept what I cannotchange.” Her voice cracks on the last word, sounding broken and stunted as she takes my full member deep inside of her. I stall, resting my head back against my shoulders as I close my eyes and give her a moment to adjust.
She’s shaking below me, her thighs quivering and her shoulders trembling as her hands clasp tighter together.
“Oh, god,” she breathes in a high pitch.
“That’s right,” I growl as I spread a hand across her lower back and slide it slowly up to her nape. I fist her blonde strands in a fist, controlling her head as I force her chin up to the mirror of our bedroom. She can see me covering her, kneeling over her like her debauched god of chaos and torment. “You’ve prayed so well for me. You deserve a reward.”
Her eyes shift to me, the tears welling in the corners as she pants. “Please, Creator.Move.”
I snap.
My hips draw back before I slam into her, making her cry out as I fuck her ass. My balls slap against her soaked pussy, making a squelching sound as I drill into her. There is no mercy. Onlyme.
“Do you like this, huh? Your creator fucking every sin from this tight ass?” I snarl as my hand dips between us, and I roughly strum her swollen clit.
“Yes!” She shouts, her hips grinding back on me with every slap of our skin.
Her release is swift, shaking her frame as her eyes screw shut and her lips part on a garbled scream. It’s music to my fucking ears, and I know I’m not far behind her with the liquid heat rushing through me.
I lean closer to her ear, my panted, ragged breaths fanning over the delicate shell. “At night, you only pray to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes…Creator,” she replies sweetly.
The heat grips me, making me bury myself to the root as I flood her with my release. My groan is fierce, ripping from my lungs loudly as I yank her up until her back presses into my chest. I curl a hand around her chin, pulling her lips to mine in a possessive kiss. She hums into my mouth, our desire and lust mixing wildly as we come down from the shared high.
As everything begins to ebb, I pull away from her. “Are you okay? Talk to me.”
She huffs a small, breathless chuckle as the corners of her mouth lift. “I’m okay.”
