Page 52 of Dark Side of the Cloth (The Righteous 1)
Dean pulled the robe aside, annoyed by the heavy encumbrance still laying on his lap. His strokes were matching the rhythm of her fingers as they worked—her soft moans, a drug to his system. Flicking the divider to the side, he shoved his arm through the small space. He felt like an animal in a cage reaching out for freedom.
Yasmine gasped and jumped as his fingers found hers, but she relented the job over to him, and he wasted no time sinking his digits in as deep as they could go. Her heat enveloped him, and her walls squeezed down, making the eyes roll back in his head as he squeezed his painfully hard shaft. This was what he wanted, what he’d been craving. The feel of her was pure heaven, and it was a damn good thing he didn’t believe in God because he would surely be struck by lightning for this.
His hand left the comforts of her hot pussy long enough to wrap his hand into the material around her waist. With a hard tug, he pulled her ass closer, and a tiny yelp escaped her lips. He coughed to mask the sound.
“Please continue, my child. All those sins must be eating you up inside. Free yourself of their burden.” Dean fisted his dick as his fingers found her heat once more. He loved the feel of her body shuddering under his touch. He wanted to feel her come undone while he pummeled her. Make her scream his name as her nails racked lines of passion down his back.
“I…I want.” She sounded unsure, her voice wavering.
He slowed his pace, his thumb gently flicking over her swollen clit. Yasmine wiggled her ass, silently demanding him to continue. A sly smile pulled up the corner of his mouth. She wanted to come here and play with him like this, make him cave to his own desires? Then he was damn well going to make her work for her release. He pulled his fingers out completely and rubbed small circles over that little bundle of nerves.
“Speak to me, my child, and the pain of all that you are holding back will be released.”
“I’ve fantasized about him bending me over his desk and pounding his cock into me from behind. I have touched myself, while I thought of him taking me roughly, taking what he wants from me and ordering me to do what he wants.”
Dean sank all his fingers in deep, rewarding her for the confession. A deep guttural groan came from the other side of the wall. It was muffled, like she had a fist in her mouth. He knew she was close, her breathing was quickening, and her walls were quaking around his hand. Using his thumb, he slid it over her nub with each thrust of his hand as she moaned. Suddenly, his hand flooded with liquid, and her walls flexed so hard around his fingers that her body tried to push him out.
He was so close that his balls were aching. His fist flew in a mad flurry up and down his thick shaft. He pulled his arm back through the small gap and used her juices to lubricate his own work further. He just needed a few more tugs.
A flash of light caught his attention as it filtered into the booth beside him.
“He’s ready to see you now,” Yasmine said.
That little minx!He was so getting Yasmine back for this.
He pushed the two panels closed, blocking him from view because nothing was going to stop his body. He had no idea who stepped in the opposite side of the confessional, but just as the seat creaked with the weight of their presence, he tipped over the edge.
He clamped his mouth shut to keep from yelling out with the force of his orgasm that was consuming his body. The thick curtain and the confessional wall took the brunt of his orgasmic bliss, but he didn’t give a fuck where it landed—the soft slapping noise was the only giveaway that something unsavory was occurring. He stared down at his dick as he gave it a few more strokes to milk the last sensations of his pleasure. God, he was a dirty bastard.
A soft knock came from the solid panel.
“Father, are you still in there?” He rolled his eyes at the sound of Whitney’s voice. “I think you might have a leak in the ceiling. It’s all wet in here.
“Yes, just finishing a few notes. Give me a moment.” A smile spread across his face at the thought of Whitney sitting in Yasmine’s juices. He laid his head back on the wall and reluctantly stuffed his dick back into this pants. This was going to be a long and painful confession.
