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Sloane eyes me but does as she’s told. A breathy moan leaves her lips as I swipe my fingers through her slick pussy.

“What a fucking sinner,” I grit out, cock stiff for her all over again.

“Father?” she breathes.

“Wet as you falsely worshipped the wrong god,” I accuse.

She shakes her head. “You’re my God, Father.”

I grin. Tugging her to me by her hair, slamming my lips to hers. Teeth clash, and she hooks her foot behind my leg. My cock slides against the soft skin of her stomach, and I can’t help but lean into her.

“I fucking love you,” I tell her, pulling her back.

Her pupils are so big I can almost see the light in her south shining through them. “You’d better because we’re going to hell together.”

I laugh. “An eternity in the flames with you? Sign me up.”

I move her backward, turning her and pressing her up against the Lectern, tugging the microphone down to her height.

“Luca?” she whines as I tease her pussy with two fingers from the front, teasing over her clit.

My lips edge over her ear. “You’re going to preach to them, little dove. You’ll give them the message they came here to hear tonight.”

She moans, and it reverberates through the room.

A few others follow her, and I use my left hand to press my cock down as she lifts on tiptoes and spreads her legs for me to find her entrance easier.

When I press inside her, there’s no hesitation, no going back.

“Fuck!” she shouts into the mic, and the energy in the room spikes; people who were watching now remove their clothing as they listen to my little dove’s sermon.

I’m rough with her, fucking her with everything I have as I reach around and toy with her nipple with one hand, wrapping the other around her throat. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought of fucking you in front of my flock?”

“No,” she whimpers, “Tell me, Father.”

Her raspy voice carries through the room, her screams becoming their peroration as a few cries ring out surrounding us.

“More times than I can count, Sloane. I’ve thought of you riding my cock while I told them to repent for watching us. I was a man wavering on the edge of faith when you found me, little dove, but I’m no longer that—for if you exist, there is a God.”

Her breathing encases me as she breathes heavily into the microphone, getting closer to shattering for me.

“Luca, so close,” she whines, placing her hand at mine that rubs at her cunt.

“Beg,” I command, feeling power skate through my veins at her complete worshipping of me—at the power she’s gifted me.

“Wh—What?”

“Beg your God to let you come. Or you’ll be at my feet, repenting, cunt throbbing and unsatisfied.”

I don’t know what gets into me when I’m with her, but I’m done fighting whatever it is.

“Please, God, let me come. Please, I’m so close,”

“Beg better,” I growl, the tip of my dick tingling with a release, even as I threaten to withhold hers.

“Father Russo, please, have mercy!” she cries, and the room falls away from the both of us, the other patrons, but blurs in our firmament.

“Come for me, beautiful,” I whisper against her ear, and she breaks, bucking on me wildly.

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