Page 35 of Remorseless Sinner

My thighs were trembling.

“You’re fucking sopping wet. Come for me. I’m about to put a baby in you.”

“Come?” I squealed. “I don’t know how to come!”

“Yeah, you do, Mama. You’ve been so good. I know you can do this.”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

What in the world was my horrible husband even talking about? He was acting like I was enjoying myself.

My eyes were so tightly shut but the big tears that filled them meant my lids popped open, enough to see a big tattooed hand gripped the side of the desk, the squeak and horrifying jolt as Saul pulled out and thrust in again.

Another bolt of agony, and I threw my head back, arching my back as Saul put a hand on my shoulder and forced my body down all the way over his cock until I felt two heavy weights thud into my ass cheeks.

My cheeks burned with shame to know those were his balls slamming into me, shaking my whole body.

But already I felt something cutting through the aching throb in my entire lower half. A low, dirty pressure was growing, twisting tighter and tighter around itself.

It was like this shameful sensation that seemed to happen every time he touched me, and it felt frighteningly scary and also unnervingly familiar.

The wood of the desk dug into my back.

“Eyes on me.”

He gripped my ass, forcing my body up to meet his, and I felt the milk soak through my T-shirt as I came, screaming as it hit me, and it could only be described as pure raging bliss, and it was surely wicked to give in to it in any way, but I didn’t fight it as my calves cramped and my nipples stung.

I lost hearing as Saul unloaded in me, his cock so big I was able to feel every single twitch all through it as he released jet after jet of cum in me, pillowing up until I felt it run down the crack of my ass.

When I was finally able to sit up, I gripped the front of Saul’s shirt.

“How did you do it?” I asked abruptly, my head still spinning. “How did youmakethem to give me to you? Do you own some land or something? Something they want?”

“No, sweetheart. I don’t ownsomeof it. I own all of it. The property that church is on, the building itself, and all the people inside it.”

“All the people inside it?” I asked indignantly. “How did you get that money? Something illegal?”

His eyes gleamed at me, and with a sudden move he flipped me over so I was belly-first on the desk.

When I felt his cum slide down my leg, he scooped it up, his fingers rough on my skin, and slammed it back in my aching cunt as I howled in anger.

“Yes, something illegal,” he said as he spread my legs, pressing his cock back in. “Have a problem with that? Or do you, in your dirty little soul, like that I dominated the Church?”

I felt my pussy give a throb, but I ignored him.

“The first Harbinger has been completed,” he said. “Power.”

I blinked at him, not comprehending for a moment.

He waited patiently, his cock motionless inside me, swelling up my cunt until my whole lower half felt swollen and distended.

“Do you remember what you told me a long time ago? That you would fall in love with me when all the Harbinger signs were fulfilled.”

“But—“ I began helplessly, feeling like a tiny drooping flower in the front of my brother’s bulldozer.

He wasn’t even a believer and now he was quoting the scriptures of Nimhe to me?

“And now I have the church in the palm of my hand. That’s Power. And what’s left, my sweetest little Mama?”

---