“Have ye bloody seen the woman?”
“Why do you think I’m wearing white?” she retorts.
“Mmmm.” I nuzzle into her neck and give her a love bite. “But ye look so good in it.”
“Just wait until you unwrap me,” she leans up to whisper in my ear.
Of course, her words make me curious as hell. So I bunch up the fabric of her dress to find a lacy pair of red panties.
Perfect.
A devil in angel’s clothing.
I smash my face between her thighs and inhale her, rubbing myself all over her like a dog. It’s been too long since I’ve had her, and I tell her as much as I suck the fabric of her panties into my mouth.
“Nuh-uh.” She grabs my hair and shoves my head back. “We only have a little bit of time. So do something really dirty to me.”
There’s a knock on the door, interrupting us.
“Fuck.”
“It’s me,” Conor whispers. “She’s heading this way in about two minutes.”
I stand up and give Scarlett a quick kiss on the lips and tell her about plan B.
“Meet me in the confessional booth in five.”
“Are you serious?” she laughs.
“As a heart attack, baby.”
I grab her hand and wrap it around the hard on in my trousers. She pumps it twice and my head falls back on a groan.
“Five minutes,” I tell her hoarsely. “Don’t be late.”
And then I’m out the door, dragging Conor along with me. Luckily, this part of the church is empty at this stage while everyone’s getting ready for the wedding.
“Ye’re gonna have to be my lookout,” I tell Conor.
He nods.
I bolt into the confessional booth. Which is smaller than I remember. But it’ll do. I’d fuck Scarlett in a tin can right now if I had the opportunity.
My little devil is a minute early.
And I reward her by spinning her around and jamming a hand inside of her panties.
“Conor’s outside,” she says.
“Do you care?” I ask, knowing full well he can hear everything that we’re doing in here.
“Fuck no.” She grinds her ass against me. “Let’s show him how it’s done.”
And we do.
I bunch up her dress and grab onto her hair, bending her over and fucking her right there in the confessional.
Nothing has ever felt so good.
