Craving the priest
ORGASMS ON THE ALTAR
Ava.
I looked innocent until you searched my soul and realized I wasn't. All my life, everyone, including my mother, has thought I go to church because I'm a believer.
But I go to church for no other reason than Matthew Grey, my priest – The officiating priest of our morning masses.
“Let's rise for prayers, shall we?” his thick voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
I was barely able to stand because looking at him alone could make any girl go weak in the knees.
I kept staring at him, pretending like I understood what was going on throughout the whole mass.
The mass ended, and I approached him immediately.
I refused to hide my desires any longer. I would present him with my offer, and it was up to him to decline, but I knew declining wasn't an option.
I had seen the way he looked at me with raw hunger in his eyes, the way his fingers stayed longer on my forehead during the anointing service.
He was no priest.
He was temptation clad in a holy vest.
“Father, can we have a word, please?”I stopped in front of him.
He paused, giving me a look I couldn't quite put a finger on what it meant.
Then, he led me to his parish office, a small room tucked behind the main church offices.
I didn't even bother glancing round; all I needed to do was let out all my sinful thoughts of f*****g him.
“Ava, what could you possibly want to discuss?” he finally spoke, his dark eyes searching mine.
“Father, you know how you preached today about kindness and helping the needy?”
I paused for a second, waiting for his response, but all I got was a little nod.
I'll take it. I'll take anything that this forty-year-old priest has to offer.
“Right now, I need a favour badly”, I said, and my gaze dropped to his lips.
“Time flies fast, Ava. Just eighteen years ago, I carried you in my arms when you were born, and now you want me to f**k you?”
I wasn't surprised he knew that was what I wanted. It was what we both wanted
“I promise not to tell anyone, please, father, grant my wish”, I begged for his c**k like a starved i***t while he just simply stared at me.
In three strides, he got to where I stood and seized my neck.
“Baby, this isn't about telling anyone. When I'm f*****g, I'm a beast, a monster and a ruthless bastard. I don't f**k, I ruin. You'd beg me to stop my torture, but I won't!” His voice was rough, like he was caging some kind of demon.
“Then do it. Ruin me.”
I'd barely finished my sentence when Matthew covered his lips on mine. His hands searched angrily over my body till they found the zipper of my dress and undid it.
I was totally naked. I never wore anything under my dress to church because I'd imagined a day like this would come.
A day when the man that blessed me as a baby would take me violently.
Matthew's lips covered my left n****e, and he bit and sucked till a scream escaped my lips.
“Ah”
Before I could even bring a palm to cover my mouth, I felt a hard slap land on my cheek.
“Shut up, or they'll hear”
It stung bad, and it hurt, but something about that slap made my p***y throb.
Matthew started tracing his tongue over my lower body till he arrived at my p***y.
He picked me up effortlessly from the ground and placed me on his desk.
I looked like a fragile little thing under his desk, and he looked like my lord, my salvation, my ruin.
“You're my little slut from now on”, he said, scrutinizing my body with his gaze.
“I'm your slut”, I repeated.
“Louder”. With the order came a hot slap to my p***y.
“I'm your slut”, I screamed, almost on top of my lungs, so that anyone passing would have heard.
He nodded slowly with a sick smile on his face as he undid his belt.
He dipped his hand into his pants and pulled out the largest, hardest c**k I'd seen.
My ex's c**k was nothing compared to this; no wonder it barely satisfied me.
Matthew positioned himself well before sliding into my p***y.
My grip on the table tightened as I winced from pain. I'd genuinely never taken anything as big.
“Take it like a good girl; you asked for this”, he said. Not even a glint of remorse was on his face.
Then he started pounding into me, choking me with a hand. Each thrust sent me closer to my ruin as I started seeing stars.
“Father, I can't breathe”, my low voice came from under him, but the merciless bastard kept f*****g me.
“Mathew… I … I –”, I said.
My eyes started closing gradually, and with the little strength that I had, I pushed his head away with mine and pushed him off me.
His c**k slipped out of me with my juices still covering it.
He looked at me with hate, and I knew it was time to follow my second thought.
Run!
But where? And how? I was naked, and my dress was right behind him.
I'd never found myself in a more helpless situation.
“Please, let me go. I made a mistake coming here”, I pleaded, going on one knee.
“I tried to warn you, but you stayed. Now that you're on your knees, why don't you take me c**k?”
I was meant to run or plead with him to let me go; I mean, the man just strangled me and took me aggressively without even as much as foreplay, but I found myself staring at his lengthy c**k.
My tongue mopped my dried lips w
ithout meaning to.
Then slowly, I let my palm fall flat on the ground, and I crawled to him like a shameless thing.
