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Slowly, I begin pumping, my cock glistening as I draw it out and then push it back in. She’s so tight it makes it hard to see straight.

“More,” she says. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

My brows rise as I watch my length disappear inside her.

She says everywhere…

Still inside her, I reach over to one of the lit candles on the desk and blow it out. Smoke floats away from the wick as I pull the candle from the holder and turn it upside down, the smoldering end pressed against my palm, singeing it.

Brandishing it, I bring the candle down underneath her hips.

Her body tenses.

I run my fingers over the rim of her cunt, making sure she’s still gushing before I thrust the candle inside her.

“Priest!” she calls out. The candle is nearly as thick as my cock, but she’s so wet it slides right inside.

“That’s it,” I murmur, working both her asshole and her cunt. “See how well you take me? See how your body needs me, so ripe and greedy, ready to come any way that you can?”

She’s panting now, moving her hips back against me, wanting more. I give it to her, the candle fucking her cunt deep, my cock shoved into her rear.

I’ve never seen such a sight.

“You like this, don’t you?” I moan. “Being filled like this. Do you want to come, little fish?”

She nods, letting out a whimpering sound. She’s so tense, trembling all over, so very close. All I do is slip my knuckle over her swollen clit, and she comes undone.

Her channel grips my cock, milking me until I’m violently hard, her breathless cries filling the air. Her head slumps forward as I start pumping into her with a wildness that surprises me.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “Yes, yes.”

This is it.

With a crude jerk of my hips, my orgasm is ripped from my core. I feel like someone has performed an exorcism on me, torn the devil out of my soul in a wave of hot cum. I fill her with it, and it keeps coming in torrents, hot and relentless.

I pump and thrust, her rear growing messier until I finally slip out. I watch as my cum drips out of her hole, running down over my cock, my balls, dripping onto the pew.

I don’t think I’ve ever made such a mess before.

Without thinking, I swipe my fingers over my spent cum and shove it inside her cunt, pushing it inside with my fingers until she squirms, her body too sensitive. But I’m not trying to get her ready again. It’s the sight of the gleaming white pearls on her pink flesh that does something to me, satisfies me like nothing else.

“Well,” I say, taking a step back, my eyes coasting over the sight of her beautiful body.

She’s going to need another bath.

Chapter Fifteen

LARIMAR

Inever gave much thought to what mankind’s version of heaven is like, but I’m fairly certain theirs doesn’t involve a rusted chain in one’s mouth. However, as I lie on top of the church pew, I feel as close to heaven as I’m going to get.

“Stay right there,” Priest says to me in a low, rich voice, briefly placing his warm hand on the small of my back. The gesture is soft, but it sends a wash of shivers over my skin. Funny how he can defile me so thoroughly—bound, chained, with both a cock and a candle of all things—and yet a simple touch feels just as good.

Perhaps even more so.

I’m not going anywhere, I want to tell him, but of course, I can’t speak clearly with the chain in my mouth.

I feel his presence move away from me, the sound of his trousers being pulled on, the sound of the lock being undone and the door opening. I turn my head to see him leave.