The stubble on his face scratches the inside of my thighs as I clench them together, pushing my pussy against him, wanting him closer still.
“Devil’s mercy, yes—”
I come with a cry that would scandalize anyone walking past the church. A cry that echoes through the hall like a holy prayer. My breathing is erratic, stars are flickering in front of my eyes. He draws back, but I sit up quickly and wrap my arms around his neck. I need him near me, I can’t stand an inch of distance between us. I crash my lips to his, tasting me on his tongue.
He groans into my open mouth, the sound so effortlessly erotic, it shoots straight to my pussy. My hand moves to his trousers, opening the belt that holds them. I pull them down and free his sizable cock. My hands slide down his velvet shaft, the veins on it resembling the rivulets of rain sliding down the windows. He shudders at my touch, and I grab his chin with my free hand, pulling him into a kiss. He falls apart, falls into the kiss, falls into me as I keep stroking him, my tongue and hand drop into a sacred rhythm. He whimpers, low and helpless, not afraid to let me know he is nearly undone.
I pull back slightly. “You made me feel so good, Malric, let me take care of you now,” I breathe and he whimpers again. I lay back on the altar and wrap my legs around him, holding on to his cock. I move it between my pussy lips, coating it in my wetness. He has his eyes closed, bracing his arms on the altar next to me, as I slowly drag his cock through my slit, soslowly I can feel the tingles all the way to my toes.
He lets out a long exhale, his arms rigid, veins protruding, every inch of him wound so tightly it feels like he’s barely holding himself together. I place his cock at my entrance and push my hips down slowly.
He whimpers again, softer this time, as if he doesn’t dare make a sound.
“Sshhh…” I soothe him as he twitches when he slowly enters me. I wind my hands through his hair, slightly pulling it, making it hurt just a little.
“Do you like that?” I breathe, my own desire making it hard to speak.
He nods. “I can feel your tight pussy clenching around me, Ayna’vael. I want to fuck you until I am the only God you believe in.”
His words land the way he wants them to, nearly making me come on the spot.
“Then make me believe.”
Malric’s eyes snap open, and for a moment I feel exposed, as if he’s peering straight into my soul.
His mouth crashes onto mine and he enters me fully in one swift motion, hitting deep and hard, filling me so wholly it takes my breath away. His tongue and lips are like an aphrodisiac, lifting me higher and higher still, stoking the fire that burns inside of me. He pounds into me, every stroke of his cock a reminder of his devotion.
“You feel like every prayer spoken out loud,” he moans into my ear. “I can’t believe I found you.”
“You’re so hard for me,” I rasp, “tell me what you want me to do to make you feel good.”
He slows down his thrusts andlifts his head to look at me. “No, my love. This is aboutyou, foryou. You don’t need to please me, being with you is reward enough for me.”
My hair is clinging to my sweat soaked forehead and he gently brushes it away.
“Take what you need, Ayna’vael, my body is yours.”
I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him down on top of me so our bodies are nearly flush from the waist up. He begins to move his hips again, staying buried deep inside me.
My hands roam over his broad shoulders, sliding down toward his chest. I want to touch him everywhere, worship every inch of him. When my fingers brush over his nipple, he hisses sharply.
“You might not want to tell me what you like, but your body can’t lie,” I whisper as I circle my fingernail around his nipple. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, don’t you see? If you’re undone, so am I.”
I raise my hand and watch his face as I place my fingers in my mouth, sucking them in deep, coating them in my spit. I slowly pull them out, the wet sound loud in the otherwise quiet church.
He licks his lips as his eyes trail my fingers to his chest as I rub them over his nipple, drawing a desperate whimper from his chest.
“Hmmm, does that feel good?” I purr and he smirks at me.
“You little minx,” he laughs, “two can play that game.”
He lifts me up in one swift move and turns us around, so he now sits on the altar. His mouth is on my breast in a heartbeat, sucking and licking my nipple. I start moving on his cock, taking him in deep, frantically rubbing my clit against his lower stomach.
“That’s it,” he rasps. He pulls me down on him, not lettingme pull back.
“Take what you need.”
I don’t need him to ask me again. My body is on fire, every inch of my skin is tingling, the throbbing in my pussy almost painful. I am so close to shattering for the second time, so I wrap my arms around him, our sweat soaked bodies melting into each other.
