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I feel so . . . dirty. Not just for what we’re doing—but physically filthy. We’ve been out all day, no underwear, I’ve been wetter than I ever have, I ran through a forest, and now I’m here. With his face pressed against my ass, ready to do things to me I’ve only ever fantasized about.

The bite still stings, but I want him to bite me more. I want him to leave marks all over my thighs, my ass—the idea of my rear bruised and marked by him has my knees already wobbling.

As if he could read my mind, Marcelo bites me again, sinking his teeth into the curve where my thigh meets my butt. I yelp, feeling his sharp canines poke and his blunt molars press into me. But I also feel his tongue swirl on the flesh in the middle, and the moment his teeth loosen, his tongue and lips are on the bite marks, soothing them with languid licks and kisses.

“You’re so fucking hot, June.” His hand slides up the back of my thigh again, making my entire spine straighten as goosebumps follow his warm palm. “So fucking sexy. And all for me.”

His hot breath engulfs my already over-heating pussy as he draws near, and it takes everything in me not to buck away from him—or worse, buck my hips right into him.

“You have plagued every thought in my mind since I’ve met you, Junia Forester. Every waking moment, every stirring dream. You have made me realize who I am more in the few days we’ve been together than all my years wearing that mask or this collar.”

Marcelo presses his lips directly on the wide seam of my tights, right over my waiting clit.

“In just a few days, you have become my Devil and my God, and I want nothing more than to worship the ground you walk on. To sing your praise whenever you’re in my sight. I want nothing more than to baptize myself in the pleasure of you and be reborn as a man made for worshiping you.”

Hot and wet. Those are the first feelings to cross my mind. Then utter bliss. His tongue presses into the tights, starting at my clit as he flicks the seam back and forth, teasing me just before he languidly drags his tongue up my slit and licks me completely.

I moan immediately, my arms giving up, and I bend over the pew even deeper, giving him more access. His fingers dig into my hips as he licks me again, nibbling the back of my thigh, nibbling my swollen lips.

“God, it feels good,” I moan.

“Don’t tell God, tell me.”

He bites me hard.

“ Marcelo !” I hiss and moan all at once.

Immediately, he licks where he bit, soothing the plumped, swollen skin. “Fuck, I want more. You taste so fucking good, so sweet.” His hands fumble around my ass, squeezing and groping along the way, as he reaches for the waistline of my tights. Digging his fingers under the waist, he yanks them down, pulling my hips back into his face. Marcelo licks me feverishly, yanking the tights farther and farther over and down my ass, revealing my wet pussy to him, till they’re all the way down to my knees.

The cold church air is like an ice bath against my hot center, and as I feel Marcelo’s hungry eyes on me, I clench my thighs together.

“No,” he demands, smacking at my swollen lips. I shriek another moan, jolting forward. The smack vibrated right to my clit, setting me on fire. “Don’t hide away from me. Let me see you. Let me see everything .”

His thumb pokes and prods my upper thighs, pulling them apart and squeezing. He jiggles his hands so my ass shakes in his face, and from over my shoulder, I see just how enamoured he is with me, as his eyes are glued to everything being presented to him right now.

“I know you shaved for me—for that night—but do you often shave?” he asks, startling me. His finger grazes the mound between my thighs, running over small cuts and razor bumps.

“N—no. This was my first time shaving. I—I thought you might like it more.”

“I do like it. But only if you do too. I’d like you anyway.” He hums again as drives his fore and middle finger between my slit and splits me open. “Fuck. I love the sight of you. You big pussy lips, your swollen clit. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Marcelo doesn’t give me a second to respond as he immediately presses his lips between his fingers, sucking my clit into his mouth.

“Ah,” I yelp, back stiffening once more. He sucks my clit harder and harder, his tongue licking it up and down. His coarse facial hair rubs against my mound, pressing into my skin in all the right ways. I’m about to see stars when he finally pulls away from me with a loud, resounding pop .

“Like honey,” he breathes.

His fingers slide from their spot, and instead anchor onto my lower ass cheeks, his thumbs prying apart my lips as wide as they’d go.

“I worship thee,” he groans, and he completely devours me. His tongue is everywhere, his teeth scrape places that have never been touched by another person—never been seen by another person—his lips suck and kiss, and I just know those marks I so desperately wanted are being left on me with each touch. A coiling heat swirls in my lower tummy as my toes curl in their boots and I have never felt so exposed, so mortified, and so horribly, wickedly, turned on.

“So fucking wet for me, my sweet honey,” Marcelo grunts between licks. “Such a delicious feast you make.”

The wood of the pew digs into my stomach, almost hurting now, but it doesn’t matter—nothing matters. Not when his tongue feels this good.

“Are you going to sing for me, songbird?” His tongue laps my pussy again, and I know he’s drinking in every single drop of me.

“Ah—yes!”

He licks and licks, occasionally breaking his rhythm by sucking my clit into his mouth, and each time it nearly sends me to my knees. But it feels too good to give up.

Worship me, I beg in my mind, worship me, worship me, worship me!

And he does. His hands pull me to him, his tongue taking everything I give him, and as I edge the precipice of ecstasy, he holds me tight, sucking me through each shuddering moan and rapid breath.

His teeth graze my clit, and it lurches me over the cliff as I come all over his face.