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Her eyes widened. “You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”
I pushed her down onto the bench and trapped her body with mine, then crashed my lips to hers. My whole body shook, hands gripped tight at her waist. Her mouth was sweet, and I wanted to taste every inch.
“Oh, I know exactly what I mean. I want you.”
“Jared.”
My fingers dug in as I shuddered. The airy, wild way she said my name shot straight to my dick, rocking my whole body on the way down.
I nipped her bottom lip. “Say it again.”
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me down to her as she arched up, eyes locked with mine. “Jared.”
I reached down and grabbed her thigh, pulling it up and spreading her legs to get between them. With a thrust of my hips, my covered cock pressed against the warm heat of her pussy. I groaned and took her lips as my arms pulled her closer.
Making out became dry humping in seconds. Her hands clawed at me, her body trying to meld with mine.
I reached between us and popped open my jeans. I needed her, was desperate for her.
The loud clang of the church door closing echoed around, and we froze. After a quick pause to listen, my head popped up over the back of the pew. There was no one to be seen, but the faint clack of more than one set of footsteps on the stairs alerted me to people being near.
Looking back down at Hope made me groan and press into her.
“Fuck, baby.”
Her eyes were heavy and dark, and her fingers played with the waist of my jeans, pulling me to her. I took hold of her hands and lifted her up, wrapping them around my neck until she was standing. When she stood on her tippy toes to kiss me, I didn’t have to lean down as far to close the half-foot height gap between us.
“Come on. Let’s find somewhere a little more private.” Fuck, I was going to explode if I didn’t get inside her now.
I scanned the huge room, looking for some place to hide away. There was always the bathroom, but my gaze landed on the ornate, carved dark wood of the confessional booth. I took her hand and yanked her down the aisle and into the confined space of the small confessional box. As soon as we were in, I sat in the chair and pulled her down so she was straddling my lap. My hand grabbed behind her neck and brought her lips down to mine.
I wasted no time running my hand along the inside of her thigh and against the part of her that’d been torturing me for days. The heat that radiated off her pussy was intense. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her panties. Her folds were slick, wet with her arousal, and I moaned into her mouth.
“I need in you, now.”
Her hips rocked against my dick, driving me mad. I kissed down her neck, sucking her skin in, biting and marking her as I got my cock out.
I pushed her hips down, impaling her with my cock. She drew in a hard, sharp breath that turned into a shuddering, guttural moan. The sound, combined with her tight, wet walls squeezing me, was overwhelming. I groaned, my eyes rolling back, head resting against the confessional chair.
Fucking perfection.
The fires of hell felt heavenly with her wrapped around me.
“Ride me, baby,” I whispered against her skin.
I dug my fingers into her hips and guided her up and down my cock. My grip moved around to her ass, forcing her down as I thrust up. Little moans and whimpers came from her open mouth as she bounced on me.
Every feeling was too much. I didn’t know if I was going to go insane or not before I came. I picked up the pace—harder, faster, pull, thrust. The booth shook around us, her pussy clamped down on me, and she threw her head back in a silent scream.
The pulsing waves of her walls milked me, and I wanted to give it what it asked for.
“Are you on birth control?” A little late to ask, but her answer would make a big difference.
She nodded, uttering a barely audible “yes” as she continued to move up and down on my cock, still shaking from her orgasm.
“Good, because I’m going to fill your pussy up.”
My muscles were flexing and tight, my cock harder than it’d ever been. My thighs were burning, tired, and my balls were high. The pressure was too much, and I let go, roaring as I pulled her down hard and pushed up, burying my cock all the way in. Jizz shot out and into her—exactly where it needed to be.
