Lucas finally rolled off me on the altar, chest heaving, c**k still slick and half-hard against my thigh.
Dawn light poured through the stained glass, turning the sanctuary into a kaleidoscope of color.
I thought he was finished.
He wasn’t.
He sat up, grabbed my waist, and pulled me on top of him straddling his hips, my knees sinking into the ruined altar cloth.
His c**k, already hardening again, nudged my soaked entrance.
“Ride me,” he ordered, voice rough. “Show me how bad you want this c**k before you marry tomorrow.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I sank down onto him in one slick glide, taking every inch until he was buried deep.
We both groaned..
I started moving—slow at first, grinding my hips in circles, feeling him stretch me, fill me completely.
His hands went straight to my t**s.
