Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Fierce heartbeats to pump blood straight to my cock in a tooth-aching erection. The intensity makes me lightheaded and leaves my throbbing member tearing at the zip of my trousers, begging to be set free.
“What thoughts?” Weak words leave my feeble lips. I’ve given up on the confessional parlor act. I don’t care if she figures out I’m not a priest because of it, either. I just need to hear what’s running through her mind while she touches herself without care.
“It might be easier if I just show you,” she says.
I can’t stop myself, allowing my hands to wander beneath my priestly vestments. I take a firm grasp of my cock over my pants and work the head with my palm while watching her work.
Valerie’s hand that traveled between her thighs tugs at the soaked fabric of her panties. They part from her skin, exposing her freshly shaven pussy. She glides her fingers along the length of her slit, and it gives no resistance with how wet she is.
She coos a soft moan. I drop off the thin piece of wood acting as a confessional chair, pressing my face against the grate to get a better look. All the while, Valerie doesn’t open her eyes. She’s lost in her own fantasies, touching and pleasing herself with reckless abandon.
“Do you want to touch me?” she whispers behind the choked noises of pleasure. “I want you to touch me.”
It’s do-or-die time, right? Go on with the bullshit of being the town priest or give in to her desires. Yeah, there’s no question about it. I’m throwing myself at her feet and worshiping halle-fucking-lujah.
I drop the bronze divider and shove my hand through it. The hand playing with her breasts reaches out to take it, and even with closed eyes, she latches onto me on the first try. Valerie doesn’t drive it down to her crotch, instead bringing it up to her lips. She kisses my knuckles, slow and tender, while moaning at the pleasure she delivers to herself. From the knuckles, she moves along my digits, ending at my fingertips. The tip of her tongue is first to come out, running along my skin before she sucks both my index and middle finger into her mouth.
She treats them to a show, licking and sucking on them, no doubt in the same way she would please my cock if it were in front of her instead.
The timid rubbing I enacted on my cock has moved to full-fledged stroking. Still through the pants for whatever it’s worth, but I’m too far gone to care about the ramifications of what’s happening.
Her tongue dances against my fingers, gliding between them until they’re soaked in her spit. Her free hand remains between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over her clit while she drags my hand down her body.
“I want to feel these strong hands inside of me,” she whispers, resting my hand on her thigh. “I want them to break my innocence and purify me from within.”
A pleased groan rolls through my chest.
“Will you do it for me, Father?”
“I’ll do anything you want me to.”
A satisfied smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
“Then do it.” Her words come out as an order.
Valerie thrusts her hips into the air, and with one swift motion, she drops her panties to her ankles. She holds that position while my soaked fingers dance across her silky-smooth skin.
I can’t stop myself from going all in. I press the two fingers she had in her mouth against her clit, taking over where she left off. I press down firmly and rotate against her nub, and her body instantly jerks in delight.
Her hands wander up my arm, and she moans in satisfaction, giving me free rein to do whatever I want to her. I glide my fingers between her folds, still stroking myself while I watch her exquisite breasts bounce with every spasm my touch brings.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
She nods, slow and determined, drawing in a deep breath. Still, those two blue orbs stay closed.
I start with one finger, the middle, prodding at her entrance. It’s a difficult task, trying to take it slow while she bucks her hips, and her slickness beckons it forward. But soon, she accepts the first finger. Her body shoots upright at the sensation, and a deep, longing moan escapes her lips. She slams her mouth shut with both palms while I move back and forth, deeper and deeper.
“Valerie?” a voice cries out in the church, and Valerie instantly recoils from my touch.
Whoever interrupted us better have a damn good reason for doing so.
“Is everything alright?” the same voice asks.
It’s the first time she opens her eyes, and her big blue orbs twinkle with a somewhat panicked gleefulness. She jumps to her feet and inspects me through the grated wood. Her teeth sink into her lower lip as her eyes scan me, resting for a long while on my exposed cock.