Page 116 of Savior

My eyes roll as she guides my hand to her clit.

“Get out of that head of yours, Luca. Please,” she whimpers as I give little circles with my fingers over her swollen clit.

“Is all this for me? You got this wet as you sucked my cock and swallowed my cum?”

I work the head of my dick shallowly, in and out of her entrance, teasing her as I toy with her with my fingers.

“At first, no,” she breathes, ready to give me whatever I want.

“And now?”

“Yes.”

“What a dirty girl you are, little dove. To get this wet for a priest, a man of God,” I taunt, shoving inside, only to pull back out again.

“I should be punished,” she whines, trying to press back into me and take what she needs.

“No. You should repent. Beg for forgiveness,” I growl, pulling my hand back as I use it to find her entrance once more for a deep thrust.

Holding it as it sinks into her heat keeps me grounded until I need to press in further.

She nearly snatches my soul from my body when she clamps down around me with her tight muscles.

“Fuck,” I hiss, moving tentatively against her battering waves.

My other hand grabs the rosary around her neck, pulling it taut. Her head snaps back as she gags, but neither of her hands leaves the mattress to loosen it.

She leans into the feeling of me choking her. Using this holy of a relic in this kind of way should make me fear the wrath of the man it represents, but fear doesn’t titter within.

Everything I do with her, every line I cross, feels so fucking good.

She feels so fuckinggood.

“Harder,” she breathes, and I heed her command without thinking; without fathoming the repercussions of how quickly I’ll cum, and this will all be over.

One hand grips her hip, and the other holds tightly to the rosary beads that help me dominate her.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Look how you take me. How you gobble up all this holy cock like a filthy little slut. You thirsty?” I manage, teeth clenching as our skin slaps loudly through the room.

Orgasm at this pace will sneak up on me; I know it.

She nods because she can’t answer, and I grin at the idea that I hold her life in my hands.

Something atrocious and corrupt rears its head as I paint a baleful smile on my face. “You want me to fill you full of my holy cum, little dove? Use you like a chalice to dump my anointed seed inside of?”

Who the fuck am I?

With her? Depraved. Wicked. Soul-destroying.

She nods again, a strangled moan getting cut off by the rosary beads.

I grip them tighter as my body tingles for her.

Frenzy becomes my pace, and a euphoric paradise races through my veins as another orgasm races through me.

“Touch yourself. Come with me, little dove. Fuck, I can’t hold out…”

I moan as her hand disappears and rubs hungrily over her cunt.

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