Page 20 of Always Alchemy

He’s been resisting, trying to hold himself off, and it’s arousing and adorable in equal measure.

I’m going to make it so good for him.

I’m going to make him forget his own name, let alone his vows.

I’m going to make every sin he commits tonight so worth his while that he can’t possibly find it in himself to repent.

His dick is poking out from under his shirt tails. I get my body as close to his as I can and rub my nipples against the abrasive fabric of his trousers.

And then I take him in my mouth.

God, he smells and tastes and feels amazing. He’s huge and satiny and so fucking hard I’m almost scared on his behalf. I’m worried about his ability to stay conscious with this much blood in his cock. But he’s gripping the post at the foot of the bed for support with one hand as he winds my long hair around his other one.

I suck. I lick. I move my mouth over him as extravagantly as I can, and he growls. He groans. He pulls my hair.

My clit pulsates as I work him. My nipples throb. I need a seeing-to so badly it’s not funny. I pull away from him and look up. He’s staring down at me in a way that’s hopeless and ecstatic all in one.

‘Do you want me to swallow, Father?’ I ask, running afinger through his weeping slit. His dick twitches in my hand, and I smile to myself. ‘Or do you want to give me a pearl necklace? Because you can do what you like to me. You can use me however you want. I told you—I love that.’

‘Jesus Christ.’ He glances heavenward, but it seems God’s in the mood to let his faithful servant hang himself, because his gaze comes back to me and roves over my naked body. My upturned face. ‘I’m going to come all over those glorious fucking tits, and you’re going to like it, you dirty little sinner.’

My lips curve up into a triumphant smile. ‘Very good, Father.’

I grip his shaft harder. I arch my body this way and that, running his sensitised crown over my breasts. My nipples. I swipe at it with my tongue as I work him in hard, decisive pumps. The conflict on his beautiful face turns to anguish, then rapture, as he stiffens and groans and shoots his hot seed all over me. I aim it between my breasts and it keeps on coming, spurting over my skin, trickling down my stomach, hitting my jaw, my hair.

I don’t take my eyes off him.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as I lick his crown clean and slow my thrusts until I’m sure he’s spent.

Then I sit back on my heels, covered in his cum, and I smirk.

Fr Rafe grabsa throw from the bed and uses it to wipe his primal markings off my body in hasty, jerky movements. He doesn’t do a great job, but I couldn’t care less, because the predatory look in his eyes tells me he has far better treats in store for my body than cleaning it up.

‘Hands and knees,’ he croaks out hoarsely. ‘Edge of the bed.’

I don’t need to be told twice.

I hoist myself up and position myself on my hands and knees, facing away from him. This position puts my pussy on a platter for this beautiful man who’s now presumably damned to all eternity with me.

He’s on his knees on the hard floor in seconds. It’s probably a position he’s found himself in countless times in countless churches, but now, instead of raising his face heavenward in supplication, he’s kneeling behindmeand stroking the flesh ofmybottom in wonder and pressing his nose tomycunt and inhaling like I’m the most intoxicating drug he’s ever encountered.

He parts my flesh and holds me open to him.

A pause.

Then mouth meets flesh, and I’m undone.

His tongue slices a straight line up my seam, from my clit to my entrance and back. The sensation is such a delicious blend of friction and slick ease, of reverence and downright filth, that I practically come on the spot.

‘Fucking hell,’ he groans against my pussy. ‘So fucking addictive. No wonder you’re dragging so many men to hell with you.’

‘I think I made it worth your while just now,’ I manage with difficulty.

A hand slides around me, caressing my stomach and pinching a nipple, while another finds my entrance. Two fingers ram inside, hard.

‘I’m in charge,’ he tells me. ‘You walked in here reeking of sin and pulling me under with you. Well, now I’m here and I’ve got you right where I want you. You’re fuckingmine, do you hear?’

His fingers twist cruelly inside me as his tongue hits my clit, and I gasp in astonishment that sin can feel quite so sublime.

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