Page 117 of Savior

“That’s it, make yourself come. Come for Father Russo!”

I barely contain myself. I’m going to come so fucking hard I feel as though the Devil is breathing down my neck to drag me to hell once I’m finished.

“Do you feel blessed, little dove? Your body is going to be full of my cum, driving the likes of evil far away from you.” Sweat beads on my brow as I thrust even harder into her.

I can hear her struggle for breath as she nods against the beads.

The beads break, scattering to the winds and four corners of the room as she gasps and comes all at once, screaming my name and shouting profanities.

“God, you shouldn’t feel this good. Fuck, why do you feel this good? Take. Every. Fucking. Drop.” I grip her throat from behind and sink as far into her as I can as my cock explodes, and my hallowed nectar shoots into her pretty pussy.

“Mm,” she mewls as I pull out and fall onto my back on the bed.

She tucks into my side, kissing my cheek as her nails rake over my chest.

My cock is still spasming with aftershocks when she runs her nails over the shaft. I hiss and raise my head to watch her grip it firmly, giving it a stroke. Beads of remaining cum express to the top, and she rubs her thumb through it.

“What are you doing to me?” I ask her, nibbling her ear.

She turns back towards me, grinning. “I’m savoring you. I wouldn’t want to let any of yourhallowed nectargo to waste.”

She brings her thumb to her mouth, sticking her tongue out as she laps the cum off its tip.

“Fuck,” I whisper, tugging her to my lips and kissing her thoroughly. “Are you making fun of my dirty mouth? Because I’ll have you know that yesterday, I was a virgin. So, I’m still learning.”

She grins, sucking on my bottom lip. “Iloveyour dirty mouth. Other than it makes me come too fast.”

She feigns a pout, and it makes me laugh.

We both lie there, trying to catch our breath as the last satisfying ripples of pleasure calm in our bodies.

It’s not until I wake up to the sounds of the shower that I realize I was asleep. Sloane is absent from beside me, and I toss my legs over the bed and follow the humming sound breaking through the pelting water into the bathroom.

The glass is steamed up more than usual, so she has the water temperature set on hell.

I slink inside and glimpse her, humming a haunting tune as she stands under the spray of water. Bubbles swirl around the drain as I step into her.

“Happiness looks good on you,” I say, and her eyes fly open as she gasps, taking on water. She coughs and sputters, beating on her chest.

“Sorry,” I smirk. “I didn’t know I was going to scare you.”

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was. But I heard you singing.”

“Oh, sorry.” Her eyes look genuinely remorseful, and I realize I’ve never had someone look at me that way. Like they honestly cared about my happiness and comfort.

“It’s alright. I needed to clean up, anyway. I’m sticky,” I tell her as I broaden my smile to something devilish.

She grabs the soap, dropping some into her hand, making bubbles as she rubs her hands together. “Here. Let me help.”

I duck my head a bit, thinking she’s going for my hair.

But the little cretin drops her soapy hands and grips my soft dick, working me over with soap and coursing blood faster through my body.

“Sloane, you’re going to kill me,” I hiss.

“Oh, sorry,” she says, faking a look of contempt. “I just thought that seeing as how you were a virgin until you were thirty-eight, you’d want to catch up, you know? You’ve gotta be backed up.”

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