Blessed: A Bad Priest Romance

by Alexis Angel

  Leaning into him, I start kissing his neck, laying my lips softly against his skin and then pulling it with my teeth. He groans as I do it, his fingers digging deep into my ass cheeks, and then he starts to thrust. As I feel his shaft pressing hard against my pussy, I resume my coming-and-going motion from before, swaying my hips lewdly and grinding against his huge member.

  "I want to see you … to really see you," Connor whispers out of the blue, his voice heavy with anticipation as he takes his hands to my waist and grabs the hemline of my blouse. He pulls it over my head and I feel my nipples hardening against my bra as the fabric leaves my body. But Connor wants more than to just undress me from the waist, and soon enough I’m going to experience all of his wants.

  "You’re so … so fucking beautiful, Clarise," he continues, and I’ve gotta say, there’s something extremely erotic and sexy about hearing a spiritual man such as Connor curse like this. But he doesn’t give me any time to ponder on the sexiness of his words… No, he dives straight into me, taking his mouth to my cleavage and kissing the naked patch of skin there.

  At the same time, he allows his hands to roam up the sides of my body, and then he takes them to my back. There, he finds the clasp of my bra and he frees it with a quick flick of his fingers. My lace cups fall down my breasts, revealing my rosy tips, and Connor reacts to the sight of my naked tits with an almost savage growl.

  Grabbing at my bra, he throws it to the side and then grabs my right breast, squeezing it. Taking his mouth to it, he starts devouring my right nipple, sucking hard on it while he traces vicious circles around it with his tongue.

  I let moan after moan tumble out of my lips as he does it, the sound of my aching voice somehow amplified by the cavernous emptiness of the chapel. Oh, I can barely believe that this is happening… I’m straddling Connor, a holy man, while he sucks on my tits, and that’s while sitting inside a chapel, under God’s scrutinous gaze. I always thought of myself as a naughty girl, but I guess that this tops everything else I’ve ever done. And something tells me that I’m just starting…

  "Stand up," Connor says dryly, taking his mouth off of my nipple and looking into my eyes. The tone of his voice doesn’t leave me any opening for a smart comeback, and so I just do what I’m told. I climb down from his lap and stand up in front of him, feeling like a little schoolgirl that’s about to be punished by her handsome teacher.

  Following after me, Connor stands up as well. The moment he’s in front of me, I don’t hesitate; I grab his shirt and push it down his arms, leaving him naked from the waist up. Then, doing it as slowly as I can, I take one step toward him and place my hands on his outer thighs, hooking my fingers on his open pants. One little tug and I send both his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, and Connor then does the rest; he kicks off his shoes to the side and then steps out of his clothes, the nakedness of his perfect body making my pussy so wet that I can almost feel my brain shriveling up inside my skull.

  "You want me to fuck you, don’t you?" he asks me, this time not even bothering with a whisper. He’s talking loudly, his words bouncing off the walls and coming back to me amplified, like the voice of some commanding God.

  "I do," I tell him, my mouth dry as anticipation starts taking over me. This is really happening, isn’t it? Connor’s really going to fuck me, and this isn’t some kind of dream where I’ll wake up horny and sweating—oh, no, this is real life.

  Taking one step back, Connor allows his steely gaze to run up and down my body for a few seconds, and then he reaches for me and rests his hands on my waist. Pushing on my skirt harshly, he sends it down my legs and, just like he did before, I step out of it.

  I start bending over, ready to take my high-heels off, when his voice booms through the chapel. "No," he tells me firmly, a hint of a grin shaping up on his mouth. "Leave those on."

  With that, he takes one step forward and starts pushing me back. I let him do it, allowing him to guide me all the way to the first steps of the small altar at the end of the chapel. There, he keeps guiding me up until my back’s pressed against the altar.

  I run my tongue between my lips, looking at Connor anxiously, and I notice that the shadow of the cross hanging overhead is cast on his chest. What you’re about to do is a sin, that shadow seems to say, and it’ll be so fucking worth it.

  "You couldn’t let it go, could you?" Connor asks me, his voice letting me know that he doesn’t need an answer. "You had to have me…" he continues, his hands now on my outer thighs. "You had to break me…" He hooks his fingers on my thong and, pushing it against my thigh, he simply rips it off me in one swift motion. I let out a short moan as I feel the fabric sliding off my skin, and my heart starts beating so fast that I even feel lightheaded for a few seconds.

  "You want me as much as I want you," I somehow manage to tell him, and that’s when he grabs me by the ass and pulls me up, forcing me to sit down on the altar.

  "That’s right, I do... " he merely says, spreading my knees wide and closing in on me. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he pushes it down and angles it so that it’s pointing straight at my wet pussy. "And now it’s time we stop wanting and start doing," he whispers into my ear, closing the distance between my pussy and his cock.

  He starts rubbing its thick tip over my pussy, teasing me endlessly, and I bury my fingernails in his back as he does it. "Fuck me… fuck me now," I tell him, completely unable to endure any more of his teasing. I must have him, and I must have him right now.

  And it looks like he can read my mind.

  He stops his teasing all at once and then, with one quick movement of his hips, he pushes his cock past my inner lips and deep into my pussy. The moment I feel his thickness straining against my inner walls I don’t even moan; I just scream, and I do it so loud that even my throat starts hurting from the effort.

  Driving his cock deep inside of me, Connor only stops when all of his inches are buried inside my pussy. He holds it there for a few seconds, and then he starts pulling it back, but only so that he can thrust again. And he does it over and over again, pistoning into me and completely destroying whatever rationality there still was in my brain.

  "Oh… Oh, God," I moan, dragging my fingernails across his shoulder blades so hard I might draw blood. But he doesn’t seem phased by it, instead, that seems to make him want to fuck me even harder.

  Placing one hand on my chest, he pushes me back and forces me to lay down on the altar. I raise my feet up, placing them on the edge of the altar, the crimson cloth the only thing separating from the cold marble underneath, and I let him have his way with me.

  With his hands on the back of my knees, he keeps me in place while he rams his cock deep into me, each thrust of his unleashing a pleasure so intense inside my body that it feels as if I’m being burnt alive.

  "Harder!" I cry out, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy driving me completely mad. "HARDER!" I shout at the top of my lungs, the echo of my voice filling the whole chapel like a chorus of sinful devils.

  "You’re so … fucking … tight …" Connor groans between his thrusts, now reaching for my breasts and squeezing them eagerly. He pinches both my nipples at the same time, holding them between his thumbs and index fingers, and he intensifies the pressure until I simply can’t bear it any longer.

  Throwing my head back, I then arch my body and let ecstasy climb up my spine. It feels as if I’ve stepped on a live wire, and now electricity is raging inside my body, wrapping itself around my brain and frying it into moosh.

  My God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt something as intense as this. I’m not like those unfortunate women, the ones who've never experienced an orgasm, but the pleasure I’m feeling right now kinda makes it feel as if I’m a virgin, trying out true ecstasy for the first time in my entire life.

  Oh, where has Connor been all my life? If I knew he’d fuck me like this, I’d have jumped on him the first time I saw him. I’d rip his clothes off, push him to the ground and simply ride him into
exhaustion. And then I’d do it again and again.

  "Oh, fuck… This was… Something else," I tell him, propping myself up on my elbows as he slows down. By the time he stops completely, his hair is plastered to his forehead, and thick beads of sweat are dripping down his face. And, my favorite part, there’s a grin of pure delight on his lips. It seems like the holy man enjoys sinning, after all.

  "I’m not done," he groans, pulling his cock out of my pussy and taking one step back. Grabbing me by the hand, he pulls me up to my feet and then, moving fast, he grabs me by the hips and forces me to turn around. Pushing me toward the altar once again, he lays one forearm across my lower back and forces me to bend over. Since I’m still wearing my high-heels, my pussy and ass are exactly at the right angle … and so, all I have to do is jut my ass back to feel his thick cock.

  With his shaft between my ass cheeks, I start swaying my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock, and I only stop when he holds me firmly. Grabbing his thickness, he pushes it down, and I tremble slightly as I feel the the tip of his cock sliding down my ass crack before finally resting against my aching pussy.

  He doesn’t even bother with words; he simply thrusts, hammering all of his length inside of me again. Pressing my forehead against the red cloth on the altar, I let out another scream, this one as loud as the one before. My throat is hurting, but I simply can’t stop pleasure from turning into sound.

  "How do you like it?" I find myself asking, turning my head to the side and trying to look at him. "How do you like my tight pussy, Connor?" I tease him, feeling his thick shaft pulse eagerly against my inner walls.

  "As much as you like my hard cock," he replies with that wicked grin, the grin of a man who knows he’s sinning but simply can’t stop himself from doing it.

  "Then you don’t like it … you love it," I shoot back at him, squeezing his cock with my pussy and grinning back devilishly.

  "You’re right…" he groans, pulling his cock back and preparing to thrust again. "I’m fucking in love with your tight pussy," he continues, slamming his hard cock inside my pussy to the hilt. He does it so fiercely that another scream erupts from my mouth; and then he does it again, each time he thrusts forcing a hellish scream to climb up my throat.

  Closing my eyes, I surrender to the moment again. I remain there, bent over the altar as he fucks me mercilessly, his cock flying in and out of me so fast I can barely process it. My breasts are pinned between the altar and my body, and I feel my hard nipples scraping against the rough cloth; it’s just a small detail, but when it comes to Connor… Well, every single details seems so much better than all of my past experiences.

  Connor shouldn’t even be in the Order of the Temple; he should be in the Order of the Cock, and he should've been assigned to the Donovans with the specific purpose of fucking me every single day for the rest of my life. Maybe I should send a letter to the Vatican, huh? I doubt they’d like it, but it really seems like a good idea right now.

  "I’m gonna… I’m gonna…" I start to say, my words coming out of my mouth like a quivering mess. I don’t get to finish my sentence; I keep my mouth open, but all that leaves it is a scream hard enough to shatter glass. Pleasure shoots up my spine like thunder and lightning, and flames of delight start scorching every single nerve in my body.

  And, even though I’m cumming my brains out right now, Connor just keeps on thrusting. He keeps on doing it for God knows how long, and each thrust of his keeps those flames of ecstasy alive.

  Before I know it, another orgasm explodes inside me, completely overshadowing the one before it. My eyes roll in their orbits, my thoughts scatter like frightened doves, and I simply collapse on top of the altar as Connor slows down his rhythm.

  "This… Oh… I never felt something like this," I say, not even caring that I’m thinking out loud.

  "That makes two of us," I hear Connor say, and the sound of his voice pulls me out of the limbo I was in, dragging me back to the conscious world. Swear to God, the pleasure he unleashed inside my body was so fierce that I was seconds away from passing out.

  "Ah…" I moan slightly as he pulls his cock out of me, each inch that slides out my pussy making me tremble in place. Pressing my hands against the altar, I force myself up to my feet and then turn around to face him; my legs are still weak, though, and I find myself on the verge of stumbling to the ground.

  Ah, well.

  Instead of fighting the way my legs seem to be quivering, I let myself go down on my knees in front of Connor. "Your turn," I whisper, looking up at him as I curl my fingers around his shaft. I lean in, parting my lips and taking the tip of his cock between them; slowly, I roll my lips down the length of his shaft until his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat.

  I start bobbing my head back and forth as fast as I can, devouring his cock viciously. Connor rests his hand on the top of my head and, tangling his fingers in my hair, he forces me to hold still; replacing the movement of my mouth, he starts thrusting, fucking my little mouth with the same intensity he used on my pussy.

  I close my eyes as he does it, tasting the cream of my pussy as it coats his shaft, and I feel my skin prickling as his cock starts to throb hard against my tongue. I hear Connor’s breathing become shallower by the second, and I ready myself for the incoming explosion.

  In a matter of seconds, his whole body tenses up, and his cock seems to become as hard as cement. Then, just a fraction of a second later, he starts gushing his whole load into my mouth. And, Jesus, what a load…! More than filling my mouth, he’s completely flooding it with his cum.

  He just spurted once, but my mouth’s already brimming with semen. His cock throbs again, giving me another shot of his seed, and his cum starts dripping out of my mouth in a torrent.

  "Fuck…" he groans as he cums, not moving an inch. He’s even holding his breath now, and he only starts breathing again when he has emptied his balls inside my mouth.

  Pulling his cock out of my mouth slowly, he then looks down at me, a dazed expression on his face. Wiping my chin with the back of my hand, his cum sticking to my fingers, I slowly go up to my feet.

  I look straight into his eyes, and I see a blend of lust and regret there. He’s no longer smiling, almost as if only now he’s realizing what we’ve just done, but I don’t give him the chance to turn his thoughts into words. Instead, I lace one arm around his neck and pull him into me, crushing my mouth against his.

  He kisses me back and I just open my mouth, shoving my tongue against his. Both our tongues wrestle over a blanket of his warm seed and, by the time I finally break away from our kiss, there’s cum dripping down both our chins.

  Smiling at him, I swallow whatever cum still is inside my mouth.

  "Clarise…" he starts to say, but I just place my index finger over his lips, shutting him up.

  "No … don’t say anything," I tell him. "It’d just ruin the moment."

  With that, I walk down the stairs that lead to the front row of pews and pick my clothes from the floor. The silence has creeped back into the church, and it’s so deep and sullen that I can even hear the fabric of my skirt brushing against my skin as I squeeze myself inside of it.

  Picking my ruined thong from the floor, I look at it for a moment, and then just throw it on top of Connor’s pants. Just a little something for him to remember this moment.

  Throwing him one last smile, I walk down the chapel and out into the sunshine.

  Ah, what a day to be alive!

  17

  Connor

  Kicking the sheets back, I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling for a long moment. I’ve barely slept an hour, the memories of what Clarise and I did at the chapel haunting me throughout the night… Whenever I fell asleep, I’d just end up waking up a few minutes later, covered in a cold sweat as the shadows inside the room seemed to close in on me.

  How the hell did I succumb to temptation this easily? I should've been stronger, smarter! But no, I couldn’t do it… The moment I felt her to
uch me, I knew I was doomed. I could've stopped it anytime, yes, but how exactly was I supposed to do that when lust was choking all rationality out of my mind? I might be a spiritual man, a man of God, but I’m only human. And you know how humans are weak.

  Still, I have to admit… whatever it was that happened between Clarise and I, it went beyond the physical realm. There was a connection there, something deep and ethereal, and that makes Clarise even more dangerous. Now more than any other time, I need to keep my guard up and my head on my shoulders.

  Swinging my legs off the bed, I stretch my back for a few seconds and then get up, ambling toward the bathroom. There, I turn the shower on and step under the running water without a second thought, the cold water jolting my senses and slapping my mind into attention.

  Allowing the cold water to slap some sense into me, I try and convince myself that, after what happened, I’ve managed to kick Clarise out of my system. After all, if I’ve already done it once, I don’t need to do it again, right? If that sounds like a bullshit excuse to you, don’t worry, I’m thinking the same.

  Still, I can’t let that happen again. And I won’t.

  Getting out of the shower, I dry myself off and then start getting dressed. I’m wearing a more formal suit today because I’m meeting Jonathan and Earl at the Donovan business tower. Apparently, my father was trying to help the Donovans sort out what new direction they should take for their business, and now that’s my responsibility.

  I’m already anticipating a tough meeting, but that’s to be expected. It’s my first time handling something as important as this, and I can’t help but feel the pressure to measure up to what my father did in the past. To make that pressure even worse, I have a feeling that Earl isn’t going to make it easy for me. A feeling? It’s almost stupid of me to say that. Of course Earl’s going to make things difficult for me. That’s all he’s ever done since I returned to the States.