My neck is burning from the quick movements when I hear him let out a deep moan. His thighs begin to shake as he cries out. Suddenly, warm cum fills my mouth, and I keep sucking even as it starts to trickle down my chin. I suck until he’scompletely empty, knowing this by the way I see him flinch. He pulls me up by my hair, and I try to catch my breath before looking at him.
I watch him reach over to grab something before holding it out to me, and I struggle to focus on what it is. The light bouncing off of the shiny metal causes the statue to look like it’s glowing. “You’re going to pray in ways you never thought possible, but it’s not going to be for mercy. Put it in.” I stare at him, struggling to process what he’s asking.
“W-what?"
"Put this in your pussy, fuck yourself with it while you take me in your throat. Show me how much you want it to be my cock."
I reach out and take the prayer hands from him; the statue is heavier than I expected. I try to steady my hands that are shaking from the mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline pulsing through my body. I relax before trailing my hand between my thighs, and when the cold surface presses against my pussy, I shudder.
I push it in, gasping as it glides deeper inside of me. It isn’t large like him, I’m just already so tender and swollen. The sudden sensation makes me moan, my body arches trying to adjust to the feeling.
“Good girl.” He gives my cheek a light slap. “Now, back to work."
Chapter Twenty-Two
Zedediah
Muffled whimpers fill the auditorium when I bring her head back down, forcing my entire length down her throat. I can’t get enough, and I’m surprised I’m still as hard as I am after she sucked me dry. Edging us both as I bent her over the pew was one of the hardest things I’ve done. But I wanted her to work for my pleasure—and now hers.
“That’s right, cry out on this altar just like they do. Show me what true worship is.” I know she’s close because her sucking has started to slow. I feel the vibrations caused by her moans throughout my dick. Starting at the tip, running all the way down to the base of my cock. I reach down and squeeze my balls before reaching under her chin.
I lift her face, removing my dick, to lean forward and press my lips to hers before pushing my tongue inside of her mouth. Dark strands of hair fall in her face from her rough movements and stick to the sides with sweat. Leaning in, I push them out of her eyes. “Let me see you come. I want to see your body shake as your pussy clenches around those hands.” I never thought I could be jealous of an inanimate object, but here I am. WishingI was the pair of prayer hands sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy.
“Let me spread you out on the altar. I need the full view.” She doesn’t stop me when I roll out from under her, flipping her over. I place her ass on the second stair to the top so she can lean back comfortably. I put one hand behind her head and lean into the side of her face inhaling the scent of almond and vanilla. Her hand doesn’t stop as I nibble at her earlobe, causing her to hiss in a breath.
Tangling my fingers through the hair on the back of her head, gripping it tightly, I instruct her, “Come for me, Cat. I know you want to. I want to see.” I start talking her through the pleasure that’s clearly growing inside of her.
Trailing my free hand down her chest, I circle her hard nipples. Slowly, I trace down to her belly button, going even lower before stopping on the mound right above her swollen clit. I run my fingers lower, holding my breath as I give her a light pinch. Her cries are breathy as she tries to say, “Zed. I—” She inhales sharply, barely able to finish her words. “I need you.”
My lips part when her hand picks up its pace, and I know my dick hasn’t ever been as hard as it is right now. I feel like I’m about to cum again just from watching her. I groan under my breath when I feel my post-cum precum dripping down, leaking onto her leg.
Shivers run through her body as she arches her back into me, giving me the perfect opportunity to lick my tongue up the side of her face, drinking her tears. I can’t help myself. I guide my hand to hers. “I feel like you can take more. Are you pushing it in as far as it can go?” She gives me a light nod and I growl in her ear, “Keep going then, pretty girl. Show off for me.”
The windows give me barely enough light to see the way her chest is flushed. The moonlight shines through like a spotlightshowcasing her hard nipples. I trail my hand to the back of her neck and start massaging it.
“There it is, baby.” I bite my lower lip. “Give it to me. Let me see.” The floor seems like it’s being swept out beneath us when she falls over the edge. My dick is throbbing as every whimper, every cry, rips through me.
I press my fingers to her lips. “Sh-sh-sh. You did so good.”
So. Good. Her hand slowly stops moving. And I’m surprised her hand kept going as long as it did without a cramp. I stand, letting go of her. I watch her come down, reminding her to breathe. Holding her back earlier was worth it, in ways I didn’t even think of.
I slide the offering plate off of the table nestled against the pulpit. Cat stays spread out on the altar, like the offering she is to me. All for me. Only for me. She drops the figurine and looks in my direction. Her lips are parted and puffy, and I see the glassy look in her eyes.
“Your eyes do not leave mine. Do you understand?” I look at her, thinking I see a nod. But she’s clearly exhausted based on the twitching of her thighs while she tries to catch her breath.
I have a firm grip on my dick—there’s no reason to ease into it. Plus I don’t think I could anyway.
This image of her, wrecked on the altar. Goddammit, I’m not going to last long. I start talking to her and she doesn’t even blink.
“Look at what you did?” I stroke once, all the way up, rubbing my thumb over the head, stretching out a sliver of precum before dragging it back down. She bites her bottom lip, tucking it behind her top teeth. “Look at how hard I am. Again. You really know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
I pump again, faster this time while my free hand holds the cold metal plate. My breath becomes more jagged with each stroke and is tighter than the last. Ecstasy washes over me. I’mso fucking close. My eyes track down her body to her pretty pussy, focusing on the wetness glistening on her inner thighs. She’s coated in herself. Her pussy lips are swollen and barely parted, soft folds tuck in hiding her clit.
“Touch yourself.” My voice comes out raspy, and she does as she’s told. I’m afraid I’m going to be raw after this, but I can’t hold back anymore. Pressure coils around my insides as tight lines of my release build, and I place the offering plate beneath my tip.
The first spurt hits hard, then another. Hot streams of cum begin to fill the bottom of the plate.
One, two—five spurts are released before my hand stills.
