Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Forbidden fruit to eat.
I lean over and spit on her chest, once, twice, and then move over so I’m straddling her. She stares up at me with wild, questioning eyes, her blonde hair spilling around her like a halo. I want nothing more than to shoot my seed all over that beautiful face, to revel in the depravity of it all, and from the wanton way she’s biting her lip, I think she might want the same.
My sea goddess wants to be taken, but I’d be a fool to give her what she wants, so I’ll take her as selfishly as I can.
Like I’m running out of time, I bring my cock out of the flap of my trousers, heavy, solid, and hot in my hands, my movements frantic.
Her eyes go even bigger at the sight of it—longing mixed with a dash of fear. I can’t help but feel satisfied at her reaction; it has been a long time since anyone has looked at me like that.
I move up so I’m just below her chest, my rigid cock hitting the skin between her breasts with a heavy smack, making the spit fly. This will be hard to do without her help, but she’s a quick learner. She reaches up, setting her hands on either side of her breasts, pushing them in so they engulf my dick.
“Yes,” I hiss, planting my hands on either side of her head as I begin shamelessly rutting myself between her tits like a fucking animal. I know I must look utterly depraved, full of dirty sins I want to unleash on her, like a man so driven by the primal need to come that I have to take it any way I can.
I’m desperate now, reduced to a savage creature as I pump and thrust on pure wild instinct. When the friction becomes too much, I spit on my palm and stroke over my cock, making sure to capture the weeping precum at the tip before spreading it down my stiff length.
“I want to see it,” she whispers, her head rising to catch my earlobe between her teeth. “I want to see you come.”
A feverish growl rumbles through me, and I pump my hips harder, the tip of my cock hitting the bottom of her chin, making me wince. It’s messy, animalistic, and about to get messier.
Wildfire spreads down my spine, gathering at the base with a sharp stab of sinful need, and I’m unable to hold back. I erupt, watching as long, thick ropes of cum stream over her chest and neck, face and hair. I keep coming, pumping fast and hard, and Larimar opens her mouth so some of my release slips through her lips and onto her tongue.
Finally, I’m empty, my cock spent and twitching, though I know I could go again in a second. Except I wouldn’t fuck her tits again. Maybe her mouth. Or maybe I would throw my vows to the wind and wedge into that pretty little cunt of hers, just like she wants. Maybe I’ll find salvation there.
Maybe I’ll find hell.
For now, though, I am dizzy and somewhat sated, the fruitless anger dissipating and that sweet haze of peace washing over me. I get to my feet carefully and loom over her. I want to sear this image of her into my brain: lying below me, my ejaculate sprayed over her, her eyes dancing with coy excitement as she stares up at me.
Filthy, filthy priest, I think.
I tuck my cock back into my trousers and then grab one of my robes before kneeling beside Larimar and dabbing it across the mess I left. It’s the least I can do. Besides, the stains will remind me of her while I’m delivering my sermon.
She sits up and looks at her shift. “This didn’t last very long.”
“Thankfully, I brought you a spare,” I say, pulling up the shift on her shoulders, just so her breasts are barely covered.
“May I ask where you got these clothes from? Do you keep women’s garments on hand, perhaps locked in a trunk somewhere, just in case you find a Syren?”
I give her a wry smile as I sit down on the chair. “I stole them.”
She looks surprised. “From who?”
“The general’s wife. They live in another town, about a full day’s ride from here.”
Her lip pouts slightly as she frowns, thinking. Now that I know what her lips feel like, what her mouth tastes like, I can’t help but want to kiss her again.
But that would be a mistake. If I kissed her, I would become ensnared by her feminine wiles. Only now is that haze starting to lift, hard clarity settling back into my bones. I need to put distance between us again. I need to stop thinking with my dick.
“When did you do all this?” she asks.