Entangled With The Sinful Priest

CHAPTER THREE

VANESSA'S POV

The door opened and I was shocked. Not that I didn't hear someone come in, but I couldn't process everything before he entered. The man who had entered was startled when he saw Father Nathaniel and me.

I couldn't breathe or think, and before I could even make sense of what was happening, his instructions ran through my mind. Without second thoughts, I rushed towards his office, the fear of being caught and the shame of the moment Engulfed me.

I went inside the office, quietly closing the door behind me. My heart was beating fast and loudly, the whole town could heat. I fixed my eyes on the door, willing to stay as silent as a whisper.

I could hear the man's voice now, it was filled with confusion and hesitation. "I forgot my bible," his voice muffled from where I stood. "I'll just grab it and go."

Father Nathaniel responded with his usual calm voice. "It's all right. Take it and go. We were just finishing up."

I could hear him walk towards the altar, his movements slow as if he sensed something was off. He picked the bible and I heard footsteps departing.

I peeked through a crack in the door, and I saw him standing in the doorway of the church, his bible in his hands, but his gaze was towards the office door.

I was scared that he had seen or heard something because he just stood there as if he was waiting for me to come out and confess.

Father Nathaniel's voice broke the silence, commanding. "You can leave now."

The man obeyed, bowed his head and walked away. When I heard him shut the door, I exhaled, my hands were shaking as I tried to calm down.

"Is he gone?" Not that I hadn't seen him leave but I just wanted to be sure my eyes weren't deceiving me.

He opened the door to his office and held it for me. "Yes. You can come out now."

I stepped out. "That was close," I scanned around with my eyes, now paranoid that someone was watching.

He looked at me, a faint smile tugged at his lips. "You're trembling."

"No, I'm not," I lied.

"Liar." He reached out, holding my obviously trembling hand. "You're shaking."

"Because of you," I confessed, with feelings swirling inside me. I wanted him now more than I could admit, and not even the evictions and my lost job was bothering me at this point. I just wanted him to devour me, even though I knew it wasn't right.

"Me?" He asked, unsure of what he just heard.

"Yes, you." "You confuse me. You say things... you touch me... and I don't know what I'm supposed to feel."

"Then tell me what to feel."

"I can't pretend further. I need you, I want you badly." I admitted to my feelings again.

For a moment, neither of us spoke and I felt like I had said something abominable. A few minutes ago, we were all over each other, but now, his silence made me feel like I had said something wrong or like he was reconsidering his actions.

I mean, he should; what we were doing wasn't right, and it was forbidden.

As if he was done thinking, his lips were in mine again, the kiss stealing every thought, every doubt from me. His body pressed against mine; his hands explored my skin, and his lips devoured mine as if he couldn't get enough of me.

He pulled me down into the pews, his eyes were glistening and damn, I had fallen for him. He leaned over to kiss my neck softly, licking up slowly to my earlobe as he nibbled on them. I moaned and giggled with excitement.

His hands made their way in between my legs, slightly tilting my pants as he rubbed my already swollen bottom lips softly.

He pulled his fingers and showed me that I was already wet. “You are wet,” which made me blush.

I also went beneath his garment, unbuckled the belt of his pants and pulled out his now hard, thick c**k. It was a handful.

A small smile ran through his face as I began to stroke it up and down slowly.

His fingers slowly entered me while I was stroking him and I picked up the pace. We were now lying side by side, facing each other. Kissing deeply and slowly. Sucking tongues, my hands stroking him while his fingers were soaked in my juice.

"God forgive me," he murmured, his voice laced with agony. "I can't have you... but I can't stay away."

I held his c**k tightly, clouded with emotions. "Then don't let me go.”

He looked at me with pure lust and those hungry eyes.

He turned me over and slowly took off my pants. I was dripping wet and he inserted his c**k inside me. He put both my legs over his shoulders as he kneeled on the floor.

His face was between my legs, as he ate the living daylight out of me. He let some spit off his tongue and let it drip down from my c**t, only to stop at my c**t and suck it softly. The feeling was surreal, it was heavenly.

He was so good, and I wondered how he was able to do all of this with his status. You wouldn't blame me because he made me wish to be tucked.

As if reading my mind, he pulled me by my hips to the end of the pews. He slowly slid the head of his c**k down into my p***y. Getting all the juices all over the thick head of his c**k.

I stared at him. My eyes begged for him to duck me harder. He slid his c**k deeper inside me and leaned over to kiss me. Giving me short and slow deep strokes.

I dug my nails into his back as I moaned into his ears.

I put my hands around him, and he pinned me down to the pews, choking me, and I loved it.