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Chapter Thirty-Two

Elias

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good, Ronan. Your mouth is everything I have imagined and more. Don’t stop. Please.”

I was whimpering, my cock so far down his throat, so swollen and ready to explode already. The chastity was painful, but this pleasure was almost too much. The sensitivity of my skin hurt. His skilled tongue and the way he choked to swallow every inch. All too much and yet not nearly enough.

I thrust my hips harder, loving the way that, for once, Ronan was silent, not coaxing me into something damning. For once, I was the one in control. I had not been so reckless in years. The last time I so much as touched another human being was…

“Oh fuck, you are so big. That’s right, make me choke on this thick cock, Baby. Make me beg to breathe.”

I did.

My sides connected with his face, smashing hard down his pretty throat. He was a beautiful blue, and a sadistic side of me wanted him to be the one to move, to force him to submit to the pleasure I could give him. His hands finally came up to rest on my lower stomach, pushing his mouth off of my thickness enough to breathe deep, ragged breaths.

“You devil, you,” he said between pants. “Trying to baptize my ass or make me see God? Holy fuck.”

I laughed, the heady feeling of this moment too good to let go of. Ronan needed a minute before I could punish his throat again. I had to give him that. My rosary beads were in my view, hanging from my neck, collecting water from the shower above us. Ronan was kneeling before me, all those tattoos rippling on his skin, dancing a seductive dance.

Every time we were together, it was a dance of wills, resistance, and undeniable pull.

“You shouldn’t have taken off my cage if you didn’t want a beast to emerge from it,” I said in a soft low growl.

I didn’t recognize my own voice. The echoed tone rebounding back to me was so foreign it made me blink. Ronan swallowed and looked up at me as if he, too, was unsure who had spoken.

“All right, Daddy. Give me what you got then,” he said, and whatever had possessed me responded.

His body was thrown into the shower floor, laying so perfectly on his back. All that dark hair fell into his face, highlighting his wide, waiting eyes. I crouched on top of him, using a steady hand to take off my rosary and wrap his wrists tightly in the beads.

“What—”

Not giving him a chance to break the spell of this moment with words, I threw his hands above his head and lowered myself back into his mouth.

“For a bible boy, you certainly know how to fucking destroy someone’s throat like a demon,” he said, whimpering between bouts of thrusts.

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I wasn’t always innocent. Hell, more of my life was spent repenting for how wild I truly was. Ronan didn’t know my past, only the sweet, caring boy I had been. The last time he saw me was at sixteen years old.

What would he have thought about my life?

I was a drug-addicted, drunk, sex addict. The reason I reacted so strongly to the club when I saw him grinding so beautifully on the pole was not because I judged him…it was because I felt like my own life flashed before my eyes. We lived different lives, but even then, they were so parallel to one another.

“I’ll show you how to keep your fucking mouth shut, Sinner,” I growled.

He moaned on my cock, and the vibration made me tighten. Every painstakingly low rumble in his throat made me that much closer to exploding in his mouth.

I wouldn’t make him see God. I would show him the devil. I knew this would make me feel guilty later, but right now, I couldn’t focus on anything but the way he whimpered beneath me.

My rosary shined on his tanned skin, the cross fell into his palm, and I fucked him harder. It was like I was trying to free myself from my shackles by breaking him. The one man I had no business being so rough with. He endured trauma, and I was demanding everything he could give to me and more.

He looked like a beautiful mess.

Heaven…

My Heaven.

The bulge in his throat grew, and I pulled back, slipping nearly out of his swollen lips. He was beautiful. His gray eyes shone with amusement and playful intent. He was hard as stone underneath the towel. Without thinking of anything else, I got off of his body and ripped the towel off his body, walking up to place it under his head.

“Get up,” I said, knowing my smile was tugging at my lips. “You have some sins to confess.”

His eyes flashed, and his mouth fell open as he searched my eyes.

“Well, Father, I am a little…tied up at the moment. Mind lending a hand?”

The rumble in my throat could have been considered a demonic laugh, but I was more focused on the rosary beads he meant. I was staring at his delicious, straightened, dancing cock, jutting out from his hips. He followed my gaze, and his lids lowered.

“What do you intend to do to me now? Edge me to an inch of my life?” Ronan’s words were laced with sarcasm and humor, but there was a genuine interest in my answer hidden beneath the playful exterior.

“You’ve been such a naughty boy.” I teased, getting onto my knees and lying down on my stomach. His cock was right at my face, and I gripped his length in my hand. “Let me hear you repent.”

“You have got to be—” he laughed, and I squeezed his cock cutting off his words.

“Uh, uh. Let me hear them, Ronan Adonis Saint Clare. Can you get through all of the hail Mary’s before you come for me?”

He swallowed, and his eyes squinted in challenge. I knew he wasn’t religious, but he knew them all like everyone in our small town.

“Okay, who the fuck are you, Elias? Where is my good boy?”

I tsked and leaned closer to his cock, letting just the tip of my tongue trail over the skin of his head. “Say them. Right now.”

His breathing was strained, and he began to fight with the rosary around his wrists.

“I’m waiting, Sinner.”

“Fucking hell! Hail Mary full of grace.” he began, and I gripped him even tighter, letting my fists slowly glide down his length.

“The lord is with thee,” he continued, his breathing hitching on the words as I followed my hands with my tongue.

“Blessed art though…among…woman–fuck!” he was shaking, so close my mouth stretched with his pulses.

“And blessed is the–oh my fucking god–fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”

“Good boy. Almost there,” I praised, moving my hands faster, rolling my tongue underneath the soft skin of his head.

His hands tangled in my hair, his wrists still bound in my rosary beads. The cross lay flat against his contoured abs as he inhaled rapidly, fighting to keep speaking.

“Holy fucking Mary…Mother of God. I can’t, oh my god. I can’t, Mon Pur. You are so fucking cruel.”

I was already pulling away from his dick, letting it stand alone, falling onto his stomach, and covering the cross.

“No, no, no! Okay-okay. Fucking, hell,” he gasped and pulled me by my hair back to his cock. “Pray for us sinners.”

He was so close, and so was I…my balls ached, and I felt the release building. I knew it would take those last words. I was shaking, so ready to feel his come coat my tongue that I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Say it. Say the last part of the prayer. I am going to hell already, so I might as well enjoy this.”

Ronan was shaking. The water sprayed down onto his abs, and his eyes were a battle of war and submission. Finally, he opened his mouth, his head fell back against the towel, and he let go of my hair. In an unsteady breath, he said, “Now and at the hour of our death.”

“End it. Say the final word. I will let you come if you obey me.”

Ronan whimpered, on the threshold of release and agony. I kept him on the edge, stroking him deep, swallowing his cock until that pulsing had me pulling back. I couldn’t see what was water versus sweat on our bodies, and my own orgasm was begging to break the dam.

“Oh, fucking hell. Ahh-men!”

Just like that, his cock went off like a gun, his sweet slippery cum spilling into my mouth and down my throat. My own orgasm overtook me. Rendering me just as immobile. Only able to moan against his spent cock.

“Fuck. That’s right. Pray for forgiveness of all the sins I can’t stop now. You have corrupted my soul, Ronan. I’ll never be able to stop corrupting your body.”

And then I was coming, my entire body shaking with my release. I felt the weight of the world in the action. The finality of everything was done, and it solidified so much. Made it painfully permanent and impossible to ignore.

And for once, I was happy.