Page 63 of The Reaper
“Devon,” she whispered in an accusing tone, trying to deter me. But it was weak and sounded more like a ‘What are you doing? Be careful you don’t get caught,’ kind of warning. To me, it was an invitation to push a little further.
I stroked her knee, my fingers tracing a delicate pattern on her skin, and I felt her relax a little in her seat. But I wasn’t going to stop there. I wanted more. So, I tickled the side of her knee with the tips of my fingers, then grazing slowly up the inside of her thigh, I left a trail of goosebumps on her skin as I headed to where I desperately wanted to touch. She gasped, looking down at where my hand was and her skirt bunching further up her leg.
I leaned close to her ear.
“Be quiet, little raven. Focus on the service. Let me take care of you.”
She pulled her skirt down to try and hide my hand, and I grinned at her attempt to retain some decorum. I knew I was pushing my luck, with this being her dad’s church, but I also knew my girl loved to be tested. An angel to the world, but a devil for me. A dirty girl when I wanted her to be.
My hand moved higher, already feeling the heat between her legs as I rubbed the top of her thigh, gripping and massaging her there. She didn’t stop me, only bit her lip and opened her legs a little wider to give me better access.
“Good girl,” I whispered back, the sense of euphoria at being able to dominate her like this rippling through me, making my heartbeat even faster.
I slid my fingers into her knickers and sighed when I felt how soaked she was. She gave a whispered moan too and leaned back a little, angling her body so I could touch her the way she wanted. Her legs opened wider still as her eyes became hooded.
“I’m going to make you come on my fingers,” I whispered. “Don’t make a sound, or I’ll stop. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“You don’t want anyone turning around and seeing what I’m doing to you, do you?” I added, and she bit her lip and shook her head.
I started to slowly circle her clit with the tip of my finger, using gentle swirls and strokes, and she gave a little moan that made me stop.
“No sound, remember?” I stated, and she closed her eyes for a second, gave me another slow nod, and then opened them, staring straight ahead at the pew in front of us, not daring to look elsewhere. She was focusing, preparing herself. She was perfect.
I began stroking her again; small circles around her clit, delicate brushes across it, then I rubbed down to her pussy and pushed my finger inside. She didn’t make a sound, but she held onto my arm as I started to pump my finger in and out. Her wetness coated me, so I added another finger, curling them inside to tease her G-spot. My thumb pushed on her clit, and she breathed a little heavier, but she kept quiet.
“Good girl,” I said, struggling to steady my breathing as my fingers fucked her soaked little cunt.
I pumped faster, my thumb rubbing and stroking to bring her to climax. I could tell she was close by the way she clung to my arm. Then, her legs started to shake, and I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers as she came, wetness flooding onto my hand and her knickers as she squeezed her legs together, milking her orgasm for as long as she could. Her walls clamped down on me as she contracted, and her head fell forward, unable to retain the composure she’d held so well. But she didn’t make a sound. Not once.
Eventually, her legs relaxed, and she lifted her head.
I leaned over and kissed her forehead, and she didn’t stop me this time.
“You did good,” I told her. “You are such a good girl.”
Then she hissed as I removed my hand from between her legs. My fingers were wet, glistening with her cum, and she looked up at me, her pupils dilated and her skin flushed. When I put my fingers into my mouth and sucked them, she grabbed my leg and whispered, “Fuck. Devon. This is a church and I’m not supposed to swear, but watching you do that, and what you’ve just done… Fuck, that was so hot.”
We stared at each other, lost in our world, but we were abruptly pulled back to reality when the congregation in front of us started to stand up and shake each other’s hands. Leah stood too, smoothing her skirt down and blushing as some of the parishioners turned to shake hers. I stood back, not wanting to be a part of it, but then I felt a presence standing beside me, and judging from the looks I was getting, this wasn’t a normal occurrence. Father Johnson, Leah’s dad, was standing right next to me with his hand outstretched.
“Welcome to our church,” he said, pushing his arm forward to encourage me to shake it. “Peace be with you.”
I took his hand, and I gave him my sturdiest handshake. And all the time all, I could think was,I’ve just fucked your daughter with this hand. She just came on my fingers. I was such a smug bastard.
Did I feel like a piece of shit?
Absolutely not.
She wasn’t his girl anymore; she was mine.
“I hope you’ll be coming to join us more, now you and Leah are…friends.” I didn’t like how he used the term friends, and I really didn’t like the self-satisfied grin he had on his face, but I let it slide. I did have the upper hand, after all.
“Oh, I’ll be around an awful lot. The more time I get to spend with my girlfriend, the better... no matter where I have to come to be with her,” I shot back smugly.
Leah slid her hand into mine, no doubt sensing a little tension between the two men in her life. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her dad. We had a history, but that’d been put to rest. What I didn’t like was anyone belittling her or what we had. When it came to Leah, I was a fierce protector. A warrior for my girl, who would go up against anyone I saw as a threat, even her father.
“Well, I for one am glad she has you,” he said, throwing me for a loop. “Take good care of my girl,” he added, kissing her on the cheek before walking away. It didn’t go unnoticed that his swift exit meant he got the last word.
