She bit down hard on my shoulder to muffle her cry. Smart girl. Someone could hear us all the way from the chapel if we were loud enough.
"Oh God, I missed this pussy," I groaned into her neck as I pushed all the way in, holding her in place by her thighs. "My sweet little cherry that's all mine."
"I missed your big cock so much," she whimpered, clutching me for dear life around my shoulders.
I paused while inside her to yank down the top of her dress. We had to make this fast but fuck me, I wanted to spend my time with her again, just looking at her completely naked body and tasting every inch of her.
My mouth flew to her nipple and I flicked the stiff bud with my tongue as I resumed thrusting. I sucked and nibbled until her hands clawed through my hair before moving onto the other one, never missing a beat with my thrusts.
"Harder please," she moaned. "I need you to fuck me harder."
"You want me to tear this pussy apart?" I brought my mouth up to the shell of her ear. "You want me to fuck you hard and fast?"
"Yes, please!" she cried.
I felt her pussy start to convulse around my cock and I knew she was almost there.
Scooping my hands under her ass again, I lifted her off the desk and into midair.
"Hold onto me tight with your legs," I instructed.
She squeezed her thighs around me like a vice and from there I lost control.
I thrust directly up into her, holding her as I stood and reaching new depths of her incredibly tight pussy.
She screamed once before biting down on me again but I never stopped. Every upward motion of my hips sent me deeper inside her, while at the same time I brought her down hard all the way to my balls.
I fucked her through one, two, three orgasms before shooting my load straight up into her. Only then did I feel weak and completely spent.
As gently as I could, I sat her down on the edge of the desk again. She uttered a small gasp as I pulled my softening cock out of her wetness and braced my hands on the desk on either side of her.
"You're bleeding," she said with a gentle touch to my shoulder.
I looked and sure enough, red teeth marks were imprinted on top of my deltoid deep enough for a small rivulet of blood to trickle through.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, pressing a tissue to my shoulder.
I just smiled and kissed her beautiful mouth once again.
"I'll proudly wear your mark on me any day of the week, babe."
TWENTY-THREE
MAGGIE
I had my man back and life was almost perfect.
Rachel still skulked around the church like a pregnant stray cat, but at least she kept her distance from us.
It boiled my blood to see her around but we couldn't exactly make her leave. Forcing people out of a church would look terrible and raise serious questions in the community. If she wasn't causing any harm or threatening us in any way, we saw no reason to drive her out into the street.
In a few ways, I felt bad for her. She likely came here because the real father of her child wanted nothing to do with her. But it was her own fault that she already burned her bridge with Kaine by cheating on him. As much as it hurt my heart, I could see him giving her another chance if she was honest and he wasn't already taken by me.
Too bad for you, Rachel. He's mine.
Of course, with he and I still trying to be discreet about our relationship in public and pregnant Rachel flying out of control, rumors buzzed in the air like swarms of bees.
Everyone knew she was his ex. The two of them never interacted so it was clear they weren't back together. Approximately half believed that she cheated on him, the other half believed Kaine selfishly dumped her simply because he didn't want to be married anymore.
I tried to defend him whenever I could without giving away my position, but people's eyes always regarded me suspiciously.
"How do you know so much?" the nosy old rats demanded. "What's your relationship with Pastor Cross?"
"We're friends," I insisted while biting my lip as I recalled our latest fuckfest. "He's my spiritual counselor, as he is for all of you."
Tried as we might, it was so damn hard to act platonic in front of other people. I always forgot to address him as Pastor Cross instead of his first name. During church activities, we'd get engaged in a conversation and forget about everyone else around us. Sometimes I would touch his hand or he would touch my waist and we'd have to pull away before someone notice.
Seeing him and being near him was torturous and yet oh so sweet.
But with him at my side, none of the gossip and sideways glances affected me. Nothing could bring me down. I had him and that was all that mattered. Soon we'd get far away from here and wouldn't need to be so secretive.
The few times I was at home with my parents, I made sure to smile, sing, and treated the living room as my own personal dance floor. I let out my unbridled joy for my mother to see and pissing her off just made me dance harder.
"What are you so happy about?" she asked with a sneer.
"Who says I need a reason to be happy?" I answered. "Life is joy. Just being able to breathe is a reason to celebrate." That was a direct quote from one of Kaine's sermons.
In any case, I was rarely home over the next couple of weeks. I spent my evenings volunteering at the church or at Kaine's apartment. Mom put up a hissy fit at first but eventually stopped protesting. I was an adult and could legally do what I pleased.
I even moved my sewing machine and supplies to Kaine's place so I could continue making bundles for the homeless when I was over there.
"You need to start a nonprofit," he said one night as he rubbed the soreness out of my neck, shoulders, and fingers. "Share your pattern and get other people to help you with it."
I had mixed feelings about that. I wanted more bundles to be created so they could reach more people in need. But I didn't want it to become a business of any sort. I didn't want to depend on money and donations to help people.
But I would cross that bridge when I came to it. In the meantime, I sewed bundles like it was my day job. Marie's homeless camp absorbed several new families that had been evicted due to rising rental costs. A few of them had kids around Jeremy's age and I worked on those coat and sleeping bag hybrids every moment I wasn't helping Kaine at the church or riding his cock.
One evening we were blissfully alone as we cleaned and tidied up the chapel together and were able to speak to each other candidly just like when we were at home.
"I already feel like I'm falling behind on sewing this batch," I complained as I swept a broom under the pews. "I can't seem to catch up no matter how much I think of those poor kids shivering in the night."
"They'll be alright," Kaine said gently. He was polishing candlesticks on the altar and cleaning up melted wax. "Those folks look after each other. They won't let a kid freeze. Don't push yourself too hard."
"I just wish I could do more," I muttered, sweeping into my dustpan.
"Come here, beautiful."
I looked up.
He was leaning against the altar with his hands shoved in his pockets, looking at me intently. I felt my spine shudder as I approached him, despite feeling warm. He looked like a sexy bad boy that just happened to walk into a church and claim it as his.
We hadn't had sex at church since that day in his office. The thought of doing it here in the chapel, with all the stained glass, high archways, and portraits of the saints looking down on us, sent a wicked, throbbing heat between my legs.
It was almost too dirty to consider. But that was why I wanted it so badly. If I hadn't started my period that day, I would've suggested it to Kaine.
He took my head in his hands when I reached him and stared solemnly into my eyes.
"You do so much for others," he said sweetly. "And never stop to think of yourself. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, beautiful."
He crushed my protest with a deep kiss that took my breath away. When he pulled away, I was left g
asping.
"There's something I want to talk to you about," he breathed softly across my lips.
"Mm-hm," I answered, reaching for another kiss.
"When we can finally leave this place, I want to start my own ministry."
I opened my eyes fully to look at him. His expression asked for my input, wanted me to tell him my opinion. He treated me like an equal partner and that realization made me elated.
"That's wonderful!" I told him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "You would be so great at leading your own church."
"I was hoping you'd support my crazy idea," he said fondly as he stroked the back of my neck. "There's more, though."
"Yeah?" I asked only halfway nervously.
"Let's take your sister and nephew with us," he said. "We can get her on her feet away from this shithole. You can be with your family that actually matters."
My eyes welled with joyous tears.
"You mean it?"
"Absolutely, my love."
I rose to my tiptoes and jumped to kiss him. The invisible weight that had been sitting on my chest ever since Marie got kicked out finally lifted.
Soon, so very soon, they wouldn’t have to sleep under a freeway anymore. I wouldn’t have to hold my breath with worry every time my nephew coughed. They could be safe and finally have a home.
“You’re an angel,” I whispered against Kaine’s lips.
“Definitely not,” he chuckled. “Just a man who’s hopelessly in love.”
I clutched his shirt and felt his arms squeeze tighter around me as I felt about ready to explode with happiness. His warmth soaked through my skin like sunlight. My clit pulsed with need against his hardening bulge and I was dying to rip his clothes off. Never before had I ever been more frustrated at having my period.
But there was still something I could do.
I swallowed Kaine’s groan as I ran my hand along his crotch, feeling him grow even bigger and harder for me. My fingers crept underneath his shirt to run along the hot, taut skin of his waistline. The feeling of his bare skin drove me wild and I tugged apart his belt greedily.
"I thought you were on your monthly," he said, his voice heavy with lust.
"I am," I replied as I unzipped him, smiling as I lowered myself slowly. "But you're not."
I dropped to my knees in front of him and he finally caught my meaning.
With a deep moan, his fingers wound through my hair as I kissed his lower stomach, hard as marble and practically burning my lips with his heat.
I peeled his boxer briefs down inch by slow, torturous inch, kissing each new area of skin that became exposed. His breath grew shallow and I felt his stomach tense up. Already my teasing drove him crazy.
His massive, fully engorged cock finally swung out to greet me. It twitched and the vein pulsed when I took hold of the base, barely able to wrap my entire hand around it.
The velvety skin wrapped around the marble column glided smoothly in my hand. Sucking my cheeks in, I guided his round swollen head to my mouth and pushed past the suction I made with my lips.
Once inside I pressed my tongue to the underside where the head met the shaft and he went crazy.
"Oh my god yes," he hissed, tugging at my hair to urge me to take him deeper. "Such a smart girl. Just like how I showed you."
Pride swelled within me and I worked my mouth further down his cock, motivated by his encouragement.
Kaine's dominant tendencies began revealing themselves recently and I loved it. He was incredibly patient and sweet right after I lost my virginity to him but I had my best orgasms when he wasn't so sweet.
I absolutely loved it when he shoved my head down and fucked my face while teaching me to suck his cock. I loved being his good girl and using what he taught me.
My eyes watered and my jaw stretched open as I took his entire, rock hard length down my throat at the church altar, in front of the cross and the saints to witness.
He held the back of my head in place as my muffled moans floated up to the stained glass windows.
I pulled away gasping for air, leaving a trail of saliva connecting his throbbing head and my mouth.
"Fuck," Kaine groaned. "Fucking hell. Stand up. Come here."
He pulled me abruptly to my feet and shoved me onto the altar with a bruising kiss. My clit and nipples ached for him, already on overdrive with his rough manhandling.
With a lightning fast motion, he flicked open the button to my jeans and began yanking my pants off my hips.
"We can't right now," I moaned in protest. "My menstrual cup is in."
"I know," he said gruffly as he finished peeling my pants off and throwing them to the side. His cock, still damp from my mouth pressed hard against my clit and made me shudder with need.
"You're such a good dirty girl," he whispered hotly into my ear. "I'm not taking your pussy right now. I want your ass."
TWENTY-FOUR
KAINE
Maggie's eyes grew as big as saucers as she stared up at me from the altar.
She looked so innocent with her wide eyes. So pure and beautiful. My cock throbbed hungrily at being the only one to ruin that purity, to make a woman out of her.
"My ass?" she repeated nervously.
"Ever had anything in there before?" I asked.
She shook her head slowly with an anxious bite of her lip.
I leaned down and kissed her hard, making her lay back flat on the altar as I resumed rubbing her sweet, swollen clit through her panties.
"You gotta get nice and relaxed for me," I growled into her neck, covering her body with mine as she squirmed. "Best way to do that is to make you come a few times."
She mewled in reply as her legs quivered around me. I released her clit as the shock waves zipped through her. Her beautiful cheeks flushed and her gorgeous tits heaved on her chest as she sucked in breaths.
Just as her breathing evened out, I pressed my shaft against her clit and ground my hips against hers. This time she came again in under ten seconds.
Her panties were absolutely drenched and I would have loved to plunge straight into her tight, sweet pussy, time of the month or not. Not that sex with a woman on her period ever bothered me. It was just an excuse to fuck in the shower, which we would likely do after getting home.
But right now, I needed to be her first again.
I couldn't get enough from just her pussy. I needed the dirty, forbidden place where even she hadn't been to herself.
My soul was already sold by making her mine. And again when I shoved my cock down her throat here in this sacred place. I was beyond saving, sinning without a second thought or regard for this place and I didn't give a fuck.
I shoved her shirt and bra up, pinching those stiff little nipples and made her come a third time by circling my thumb on her clit.
Her eyes closed halfway as her body went completely limp and relaxed. She barely seemed to notice when I pulled her panties down her legs. Her gorgeous pussy quivered, slick with wetness, puffy, and pink from coming so much. I wanted to devour it but knew she was overstimulated in that area already.
Instead, I circled my finger around the tight ring of muscles just below her pussy. Her eyes shot open and she tensed up.
"It's alright, baby," I told her. "It won't hurt, trust me. Just try to relax."
She nodded, looking up at me sweetly as I continued just rubbing her tight little asshole, not even pressing inside yet.
I spat on my finger and pushed the first knuckle inside. She gasped and arched a little, but relaxed as I continued adding saliva for lube and working my finger in and out of her slowly.
"That... actually feels good," she breathed. Her nipples stiffened into tight little buds again and her pussy was still dripping wet.
"Ready for my cock in your ass, beautiful?"
I was so incredibly hard it was almost painful.
"Yes," she said quickly.
I loved how eager she was. It just added to this whole hot, taboo scenario of virgin
al anal sex in a church.
Using a mixture of spit of and precum, I lubed up my cock and pressed the head against her tight hole.
"Ah!" she cried out and clutched my arms with just the head inside.
Fuck, she was so incredibly, impossibly tight.
I leaned down over her body and held her to my chest, kissing her neck and her sweet nipples until she relaxed in my arms again.
"Do you want more, beautiful?" I rasped into the crook of her neck.
"Yes," she mewled. "Fill up my ass with your cock."
She was already so tight, it took all my control to hold back my heavy load but I pushed forward.
Inch by slow, torturous inch, with plenty of relubricating and stopping when it got to be too much for her, I was all the way inside her ass.
"Oh my god," she moaned as I began slow thrusts in and out. "It's so good. You're so fucking big."
"I love your tight little virgin ass," I growled. "Almost as much as I love your pussy."
My hand returned to her clit as I worked up a steady rhythm of fucking my sweet girl's ass. She moaned and I felt her muscles clench around me, but not out of pain this time.
"Your ass and your pussy are both mine, all mine." I bit her nipple as I rubbed her and fucked her, making her cry echo off the high ceilings and stained glass. "No one else has been here but me and no one ever will be."
"No one but you," she repeated after me in a whimper. Tears streamed down her cheeks but her face wore an expression of pure orgasmic bliss as she looked up at me. "Kaine, you're the only one for me."
I couldn't hold back anymore.
I let out a roar as my release took over my whole body like an exorcism. My cum shot deep into her ass which only made her wrap tighter around me from her own orgasm.
We barely had time to catch our breath and relish in the most intimate, dirty, and wonderfully forbidden moment of our lives when we heard the creak of door hinges.
Fuck! No one else was supposed to be here!
I tucked my cock back into my boxer briefs and tried to zip up as fast as I could. Maggie pulled her bra and shirt back into place but couldn't hide that she was naked from the waist down.
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