Page 37 of Property of The Grump

“Velvet. It’s soft, silky, swollen and really, really wet,” I pant, drawing circles around my nub.

“You smell so fucking good.” He kneels before me at the end of the pew, the heat from his breath inches away from my slit as my thighs tighten and I continue to draw circles. “I need to taste you. Would you like it if I tasted you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”

He blows out a heavy breath as his rough hand brushes the inside of my thigh. “How has no one tasted this sweet nectar?”

I shrug, my stomach tight, my heart pounding. “You can taste it.”

He kisses the inside of my thigh, and I jump as his beard scratches its way toward my quivering seam.

“Lord, fucking help me. Okay… one taste. I only need one taste,” he growls under his breath as he leans in, flattens his tongue, and draws a line from the base of my pussy straight up to my clit.

I jump and grip the edge of the pew as he dives in deeper, licking, sucking, devouring me like a starved man. Every groan, every growl louder than the last as he nibbles and sucks. It doesn’t take long before he slides a finger inside, maybe two. It’s hard to tell. All I know is that I’m losing control.

Anyone could walk into the church and see us. Hell, Jesus himself is staring straight at us from the altar and I’m about to come in this priest’s mouth.

Somehow, the wrongness makes it even hotter. The fact that we shouldn’t be doing this. The fact that we’re both damning our souls for eternity.

He pushes into me deeper, his tongue still circling, that growl still in his throat. His fingers thrust in and out of my slippery pussy as he hits a spot that I’m sure has never been hit before.

A moment later, my thighs squeeze against his face and nerves begin to fire one by one down my spine and into my groin until I’m soaking his beard and convulsing like he’s performing an exorcism.

“Jesus Christ,” he groans as he sits up from between my thighs. “I’ve got to come right now.”

“Put it inside of me,” I pant, eyes on his. “Empty inside of me.”

“Wren,” his chest rises hard and fast, “I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“It’s just us here. Don’t you want to know what I feel like?”

“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.