SINNERS' SANCTUARY

The Biker's Virgin Nun

Three Weeks Earlier

The convent garden was quiet, and peaceful. It was the only place I could breathe. I was on weeding duty again, another punishment for zoning out during prayers.

Sister Agnes said God sees our hearts.

She was right.

Because my heart wasn’t on God. It was on him.

Kyle had shown up that morning at the food drive. He looked like trouble: leather jacket, messy brown hair, loud motorcycle, and a smirk that could melt steel.

He leaned against his bike, cigarette was between his lips. “Hey, little nun,” he called out. “You’re too pretty for this place. Ever thought about ditching the robes?”

My face went hot.

“I’m not a nun yet,” I mumbled. “And I don’t... ditch things.”

He grinned. “You’d ditch everything for me. I can tell.”

I didn't know what to say.

So I bit my lip and turned away, but he walked right up and grabbed my ass... like he had the right.

I slapped his hand off, my heart was racing. “What the hell?”

I looked around, terrified someone had seen. But the garden was empty.

He just smirked and backed away like it was nothing.

That night, alone in my room, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. His voice. His touch. That heat that burned low in my stomach.

I knelt down in front of the altar and tried so hard to pray it away.

Instead, my hand slid under my nightgown.

I whispered his name, just once. Quiet enough that only God… or maybe Kyle… could hear.

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Back at the Motel

Kyle’s mouth crashed into mine, and he kissed me harder and rougher now. I kissed him back, pulling him closer. I was desperate. He tasted like smoke and whiskey, and I wanted more.

“Fu¢k, you taste sweet,” he groaned, pushing my top up and grabbing my breasts.

I gasped, arching into him, not even pretending to resist anymore.

“Your body was made for me,” he whispered.

“Kyle, don’t…” I breathed, but even I didn’t believe it.

He kissed down my neck, biting just enough to make me shiver. His mouth closed over my n****e and I nearly lost it.

“You’re not fighting anymore,” he murmured. “You want this.”

“I don’t know what I want,” I whispered. But my body knew. I was already grinding against him, aching for more.

His hand slid between my legs. “Tell me,” he said.

Then his finger slipped inside my pμ$sy.

I gasped. My legs trembled as he tried to force it deeper. Sure it was painful, but I couldn't deny the sweet part of it.

“I shouldn’t…” My voice cracked. “I really shouldn’t.”

“But you will,” he said, adding another finger. I whimpered at the stretch. “Say it.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I still said it.

“I want you. Please.”

He groaned, pulling back just enough to look at me. “That’s my girl.”

He shoved his jeans down, and I froze.

His c0ck was big and hard. I couldn't stop staring at the firm veins and how possible this thick length was going to fit.

"Kyle?"

My heart thudded as he positioned himself between my thighs.

His hot c**k pressed against my wet entrance, and I shivered.

“Last chance, baby,” he said. “You want me? Or do you want to go back to praying?”

I should have run. But I didn’t.

“I want you,” I whispered.

He smirked. “Thought so.”

Then he pushed his thick rod into me, hard and deep.

I gasped, the pain was sharp and sudden. My nails dug into his back.

“Kyle! Oh my God!”

Tears blurred my vision as my body clenched around him.

“I can’t… it hurts,” I whimpered.

He froze, brushing his lips over my cheek. “You’re tight as fu¢k, angel. Just breathe. You’re okay.”

He held his c0ck still as his hands gripped my hips. But I could feel it throbbing deep inside me.

“You’re taking my c0ck so well. You're doing great.”

Then he started to move, slow at first. The pain slowly faded, it was replaced by pressure and heat.

“Fu¢k, you feel so good,” he groaned, picking up the pace. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. “This p***y’s mine now. Gonna fμck you so good you forget how to pray.”

My hips lifted to meet his. I couldn’t help it.

“Kyle…” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Please… slower…”

“Say my name,” he growled, rubbing my cl!t fast and rough. “Come on. Show me how filthy my little angel really is.”

My phone buzzed again. And I turned to look at it.

Mom.

Her name lit up the screen.

Shame hit me hard, but Kyle didn’t stop. He just went harder.

“Kyle!” I cried out. “I feel–something’s–!”

“You’re close,” he said. “Don’t hold back. Let go.”

And I did.

My whole body tensed, then shattered. I came hard, crying out his name, shaking as everything spilled over.

“Kyle–!”

“Fu¢k!” he groaned, slamming in one last time before he came deep inside me.

And I loved it.

God help me… I loved every second.

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