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It doesn’t take long to get June to come for the first time in her confession. I clap my palm around her lips and let her breath into it, moaning around my fingers as she grinds against my hand. Her wet pussy is making me see stars, and it’s all I can do to not bend her over this bench and shove my cock into her.

But all in due time, I tell myself. All in due time.

I slide my fingers out of her as she huffs, trying to reclaim her breath. My fingers are covered in her, coated in her come. Her eyes watch them, her lips slightly parted.

“Do you want to taste yourself again, songbird?”

“Is—is that weird?” She looks up at me, her large doe eyes searching for confirmation, concerned of her own desires.

“Not at all. Lots of people are curious.” I slip my fingers between her lips and press down on her tongue. “You never have to feel like anything you want is weird with me. I will do anything you ask, anything you desire.”

She wraps her tongue around me, sucking harder, and I have to knock the back of my head against the wall behind me to stop from groaning. Fuck. I wish it were my dick in her mouth.

And she fucking knows it.

“Ahh, so my songbird wants to play too, huh?”

I quickly spin her around and grind my cock against her wet pussy, not caring if my pants get her come all over them. Her head falls back, and she sucks her lips into her mouth to keep from crying out.

With my cock still pressed against her, I cup her tits in my hands and squeeze as hard as I can just before I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

I keep playing with June throughout the next hour, hearing the service go on just beyond the wall, and over and over again, I make June come. Her cheeks are stained red with heat and lust, her lips swollen from kissing, her stunning doe eyes dilated with want, and she’s finally pulled my cock from my pants, desperate and begging for me.

“Please,” she says after finishing again. “I want you.”

Now, she’s a gorgeous sopping mess. And I think I’ve held both of us back for long enough.

I pull her even closer to me, her thighs straddling me. Thrusting my hips up, I grind my cock between the seam of her pussy, pressing first against her dripping hole, and then against her needy, desperate clit. She shudders as she feels my piercings press along her skin, and I focus on it a little longer, grinding these four metal balls against her till a small breathy moan escapes her lips.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I ask again. I’m desperate to take her, virgin or not. But that’s not what I want for her . I want her to claim me just as much as I claim her. To be as ready for this as I am—

June slaps her hand over my mouth. “I have been begging you to fuck me since the first night you found me, Marcelo. If you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll take your cock and do it myself.”

Her heady gaze was trying so hard to look dominating—but she just looked fucking adorable.

So much so, I couldn’t deny her.

I grab June’s waist tightly, my fingers digging into her delicious curves, and lift her. She sits up on her knees with me, her perfect tits in my face as she does. I can’t help but lick and suck another nipple into my mouth, even if her tits are already covered in my hickies. Slowly, so slowly it hurts, I guide her to my cock, positioning myself at her entrance. Her thighs shake around me, and I know despite her words, her bravado in wanting me, she’s terrified right now.

June has been told for so long how her desire was sin, sex was evil, and her body was a curse. Yet in the short time I’ve known her, I have broken every single one of these ideas, and I plan to show her just how holy her desire is, just how pure sex can be, and just how miraculous her body is.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, bracing herself, so I ease her down. I let the tip of my cock dip into the warmth between her thighs, pressing into her sweet, wet cunt. She stiffens, immediately biting her lip.

“Easy, mi amor , easy,” I huff, holding myself back. I want to ram my hips into her, filling her with me completely, hear her singing my name as loud as she can. But I also want to keep fucking her—and if I want to do that, no one can hear us in here.

I ease her down, just a bit, and feel her squirm and flinch between my palms as my cock slowly starts to spread her apart. Her cheeks are on fire, her nails digging into me as if she’s holding on for dear life.

But, fuck, it feels so good . So fucking tight.

Holding onto me, she lowers herself, taking more and more of me. I feel her shaking, but she doesn’t let it stop her.

“You’re doing so good, mi amor, you’re taking me so, so well.” I nearly groan as I slide into her more, pausing every so often to let her acclimate to me. “Does it hurt?”

She bites her lips and nods. “A little. But it feels really good too.”

“Keep going at your own pace,” I coo.

I throw my head back as my piercings squeeze into her, rubbing against her wet inner walls.

A tiny, breathy moan escapes June’s lips as I finally fill her tight cunt. If I didn’t know better, I’d think her pussy was Heaven—actual Heaven. A Heaven I would happily die to be in for the rest of eternity.

Clamping my hand over her mouth, I slowly thrust my hips back and then forward. Her doe eyes are pleading with me to do more, more, more, her hot breath warming my palm pressed to her lips. June’s cunt is perfectly stretched around me, ready for me to do as I please without hurting her.

Too much.

I thrust back again and slam into her perfect pussy. She bucks forward, crying into my palm, biting the fleshy meat of my fingers to silence herself.

My songbird is singing just a little too loud. I can’t let this be interrupted. I reach around the booth, picking up the small leather-bound Bible from the small wall pocket rack and lift it to her lips. Her eyes widen as she sees it, flicking to me.

“Bite,” I mouth.

She hesitates, but the moment she opens those plump lips, I push the leather spine between her teeth, pushing it as far back as it’ll go, gagging her.

The Bible hanging from her mouth, I thrust again, and again, feeling how far I can go as she rides on top of me, her entire body shaking with each thrust.

It’s fucking bliss, utter perfection—I’ve never wanted to lose myself more, falling into her body over and over again. I don’t remember sex being this good, this . . . otherworldly good . My cock is begging for more, more, more, never satiated with each thrust, never satisfied with how much of her I have.

I need more.

“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

June freezes on top of me, her entire body going incredibly stiff, rigid. Her pussy clenches around me, as do her thighs, her jaw, her arms—everything.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

I stop moving as well, freezing like a deer caught in the headlights, my cock half inside of June as her thighs start shaking from holding herself up, my hands clamped around her hip.

We didn’t hear Mass come to an end, we were too busy in our own lustful world. We didn’t hear anyone approaching the confessional booth. And we definitely didn’t hear anyone enter.

I quickly turn toward the other person in the booth, checking the tiny grated window, and thanking God the window is closed shut.

She can’t see us.

June’s breath grows ragged, her heart beating so loud, I can feel her vibrating through every place our bodies are touching, hear it as if it were my own heart beating.

Her doe eyes must match my own, because they look as afraid, as shocked as if a semi were driving straight for her, high beams blasting—nowhere to run.

Because on the other side of this wall, June’s mother just walked in to confess her sins.