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Holy fucking Christ. I’ve never prayed a day in my life, but fuck, I may start now.

I hiss through my teeth, my hand tightening in her hair. Wet, hot suction envelops me, and it takes everything I have not to thrust forward, to take what I want. But I force myself to stay still, to let her set the pace.

She starts slow, tentative, almost as if she's relearning something forgotten. I wonder briefly if that dickhead ex-husband of hers ever let her do this, or if he was too concerned with propriety to let his wife get on her knees. The thought makes a deep, possessive pull stir inside me.

“That's it,” I encourage, watching as she takes me deeper. “Just like that.”

She makes a little humming sound, pleased with herself, and the vibration sends a jolt straight to my core. I let my head fall back, a groan escaping my throat as she grows bolder, taking more of me, her tongue exploring with growing confidence.

“Fuck,” I breathe, looking down to watch her. The sight nearly undoes me—her lips stretched around my cock. “Look at me.”

Her eyes open, meeting mine. I cup her cheek with my free hand, feeling the movement of my cock inside her mouth. “That's it, baby. You're taking me so good.”

She moans around me, and I feel her hand come up to grip my thigh, steadying herself as she takes me deeper. The other wraps around what she can't fit in her mouth, working me in rhythm with her lips.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss. “Where'd you learn to do that?”

She pulls back, just enough to speak, her lips shiny and swollen. “Maybe I'm a natural.”

The sass, even now, makes me laugh—a strained, desperate sound. “Get back to work, princess.”

She grins up at me, all wicked innocence, before taking me in again, deeper this time. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing the sensitive spot underneath, and I feel my control slipping. My hips jerk forward involuntarily, pushing deeper into her mouth. She doesn't pull away—takes it, adjusts, even with tears streaking down her face.

“Fuck, I'm sorry,” I mutter, trying to hold still.

She pulls back just enough to say, “Don't be,” before taking me again, deeper, her hand guiding my hip now. Encouraging.

Holy shit. She wants it. Wants me to let go.

I tighten my grip in her hair, testing. “You sure about this?”

Her answer is to relax her throat, taking me even deeper, and I swear I see stars. I start to move, careful at first, shallow thrusts that have her humming around me. When she doesn't pull back, I get bolder, setting a rhythm that has us both breathing hard.

“Look at you,” I groan, watching her take me. “The preacher's daughter, on her knees for a man like me.”

She moans her answer. She likes it. Likes the reminder of who she is, who I am, how wrong this should be. My perfect, filthy angel.

“You like that, don't you?” I growl. “Knowing what your daddy would say if he could see you now.”

She moans around me, and I feel her free hand slip between her own legs. Fuck. She's touching herself while she sucks me off. The sight of her touching herself while I'm in her mouth is too much. I've never been a religious man, but watching Cece get herself off while taking my cock down her throat? That's a kind of worship I can get behind.

But as good as her mouth feels, as much as I want to finish right there between those now swollen lips, I want something else more. I want to send her back to her father's house with a reminder of exactly who she belongs to now. I want her walking through that sanctimonious house with my cum sliding down her thighs.

I pull back suddenly, yanking her up by her hair. Her eyes are glazed, lips swollen and wet. She looks confused, bereft.

“Brayden?” she questions.

“Get on the bed,” I growl, already manhandling her up. “Hands and knees.”

She scrambles onto the mattress, assuming the position without hesitation, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her ass is raised, presenting herself to me like an offering.

“Like this?” she asks, and there's a teasing note in her voice that makes me want to spank her.

So I do. My palm connects with her right cheek, the sharp crack echoing in the room. She gasps softly, her posture shifting in response.

“Exactly like that,” I tell her. I position myself behind her, running my hands along the curves of her ass. She looks breathtaking in this moment—spine bending with confidence, hair cascading over her shoulders, daring me with nothing more than her gaze to ruin her.

“You ready for me, princess?” I ask, lining myself up against her entrance. She's already slick, already wanting.