Page 28 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
“Oh yes,” she moaned loudly. “More.”
He made the same pass with his finger, dipping it into her core before rubbing her clit in a gentle circle. Her mind was whirring, her body on fire as he teased her. Each pass he made with that finger only made her wetter.
“You’re so tight. You ever been fucked by a fist?” Dean asked.
“Nnnnoo,” she stuttered, the question unexpected and throwing her off. Fear and excitement raced in her system.
“You’re going to try for me, right?” Dean asked, but his tone left no doubt it was an order.
“Yes,” Yasmine whispered.
Dean pressed one finger into her, and she pushed back into that finger until it was as deep as it could go.
“You are a naughty vixen Yasmine.”
“Yes,” she said, as a second and third finger joined the first. “That feels so good,” she whimpered, her face lying on the countertop.
“You can take a bit more this time. I know it. Do you want a bit more?”
“Yes, give it to me.”
Dean’s fingers continued to work her, slowly stretching her wider until it was a beautiful bliss of pleasure and pain. He flexed, and she cried out as her core was stretched wider than it ever had been. The mixture of pain and pleasure had her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her head swam as the passion exploded inside of her. Miniature climaxes started before he even began to move.
“Do you want to come for me? Do you want to come all over your naughty priest’s hand?”
“Oh fuck yes! Make me come, please,” Yasmine begged.
Dean quickened his pace, and Yasmine closed her eyes and let herself just feel. The only thing she could hear was her body smacking into the counter with the eagerness of his thrusts.
Yasmine was beyond logical thought as her body soared straight for the climax she was craving. Dean was making delicious, erotic groaning sounds, and she looked back to see his other hand under his robes.
Oh fuck, he was jerking himself off while he took care of her. She’d never done anything like this before and couldn’t take her eyes off the arm that was quickly moving beneath his robes. She wanted to turn around and stare at him openly as he stroked himself.
Dean lip curled up in a wicked grin, and pain flashed across her bare ass.
“Dean?” She yelled, and she earned a hard slap on the ass that echoed around the kitchen. He chuckled, and he instantly renewed his work, first with a sharp bite on his handprint followed by his hot tongue. She would have let him do anything he wanted, she was so turned on. How had she gone this many years not knowing this kind of pleasure?
He withdrew his hand, and at his insistence, she turned her around to face him.
Smiling at her, Dean began again. His fingers finding her clit immediately. He rubbed and tugged until she screamed with pleasure. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed through her as hot liquid came out of her. Blissed out and a bit befuddled by what her body was doing, Dean gave her no room to question. He quickly bent down, his tongue hot against the lips of her pussy. He worked fast, lapping up what ran down the inside of her legs.
His free hand returned under his robes, and his mouth returned to her clit. Soon, she began to wail out in pleasure as her body ran headfirst into another orgasm. As the last ripple of pleasure pulsed through her, Dean started to moan into her core. She watched in fascination as he came inside his robes.
It was the single hottest thing she’d ever experienced.
Standing, Dean held up his wet hand out to her. His eyes flared when her tongue reached out and licked one finger clean. Her taste was sweet, more so than she would have thought. He held each finger up to her mouth, and she gave them the same treatment, dutifully sucking each one into her mouth.
“Please stay,” Yasmine said. She was begging and knew it but couldn’t help it.
“I wish I could, Yasmine, as much as I shouldn’t. As for your comments about being embarrassed—don’t be, not ever.” He took her hand and placed it on his surprisingly still hard dick. “See what you do to me? I want to fuck your pretty little brains out all day. I want to pound my cock into you until you can’t walk and are begging me to stop, only to do it all over again.”
“Please, do it.” She reached toward the long robes, but he stepped just out of her reach. “I don’t care where you learned to do what you did, how many women you’ve had in the past. I don’t even care what anyone will think if we are caught. Please give me this, please.”
The corners of his mouth pulled up, his eyes full of the same passion coursing throughout her body.
“I can’t, but I will dream of you all day.” He brought his hand to his nose and inhaled, his eyes never leaving hers. A hot flush spread up her neck. “A reminder of just how sexy you are and how sweet you taste.”
His lips landed on hers with a quick, firm kiss, and then with a wicked smile, he turned and exited her house before she could form a complete sentence. She looked down at her soiled pants and ripped underwear. No one else could ever compare to whatever was going on between them. She was ruined for anyone else and by a priest of all people.
