Page 215 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2

“Yes.”

“A woman just spread her legs in the pew to the left. Her fingers are trailing up her leg as she watches you squirm. Do you think it’s me she wants?” His tongue slowly swirled around my nipple again. “Or do you think she wishes she was me?”

Yup, this was definitely twisted. And I could picture it all perfectly. A woman in the pew staring at us. Her fingers pulsing inside of her. How badly I wished I could touch myself right now. The low vibrations of the toy and James’ words were driving me mad.

“I think she’s imagining her tongue swirling around your nipple instead of mine. I think she’s wishing it was your tongue sliding into her pussy instead of her own fingers. I think she wishes she was the one about to fuck you.” He lightly bit down on my nipple.

I moaned.

“Sinner.”

I didn’t know if he was talking about me or the fake woman in the pew. But I was right there with him. Picturing the people watching us. Loving this. Wanting to be us and with us.

“You like that, you dirty girl?” he whispered before lowering his mouth to my throat. His teeth lightly bit into the side of my neck before sucking on the skin. “Do you want me to invite someone else up here to fuck you while I watch?”

“No. I want you.”

“I’m celibate. I made a vow. I can’t fuck you.”

I groaned. “You just said I couldn’t come because I was going to come on your cock.”

“You want me to break my vow?” He poured more hot wax on me.

I screamed and moaned at the same time. I felt crazy. I just need him to touch me. Lick me. Fuck me. Anything. “Please.”

“You want me to be a sinner like you, you little slut?”

I felt like a slut. I felt exposed and needy and ready for anything to fill me. “Fuck. Me.”

“Hm.” His fingers trailed over my breast and down my stomach. “But I’m not done worshipping you yet.” He slid a finger inside of me.

I swore I almost exploded just then, but he pulled the toy out.

“Delicious,” he said.

Was he seriously licking the toy instead of me? He was driving me mad. “Fuck me,” I said again.

I finally felt his hot breath between my thighs. “I’d lose everything if I fucked you.”

“I’m worth it.”

He groaned. “Oh, I don’t doubt it for a second. One taste and I’ve lost all reason.” He thrust his tongue inside of me.

“James!”

But it was like my plea did the opposite of spurring him on. His tongue was so slow. Lightly dipping in and out like he was lazily licking an ice cream cone and savoring it. I didn’t want him to savor me. I wanted him to fucking devour me.

I tried to move my legs so I could wrap my thighs around his face. But the metal dug into my ankles. “I swear to God…”

“You really shouldn’t swear to God,” he said. “We’re in a place of worship.”

God damn it, fuck me!“I’m a dirty slut,” I said. “I’ve been eye-fucking my priest for months. I’ve wanted him so badly I came up here in front of everyone to finally get his cock rammed so far up my pussy that I’ll never forget the feeling. Right here. Right now. Fuck me or I…”

“Patience is a virtue.” He thrust his tongue deep inside of me.

Yes!For what felt like the millionth time, I was seconds away from coming when he poured a shit ton of hot wax down my chest. The pain caused my brain to scramble, pulling me away from my impending orgasm. “I’m going to fucking kill you, James.”

“Killing is a sin. One of many you’re committing right now.”