LOGINMicheal. A smirk rolls across my face, slow and wicked, as her words hang in the air like a filthy prayer. âEat my fucking pussy, please,â she repeats, gasping, her hands pressing back on the table for leverage, arching her body toward me, legs spread impossibly wide on the edge. âRainbow,â I drawl her name like itâs sacred scripture, tasting it on my tongue before I drop to my knees between her thighs. My hands grip her hips, yanking her closer until her ass hangs just off the table, pussy thrust forward like an offering. I lower my head to her mound, inhaling her musky scentâsweet arousal mixed with the faint tang of our earlier sins. My tongue drags slow from her entrance up to her clit, a long, flat lick that makes her shudder, her juices coating my taste buds. âFuck⌠yes, Michael⌠I want that,â she moans, her voice breathy, one hand flying to my hair, tugging hard. âPlease donât stop eatingâŚâ I growl against her folds, the vibration making her hips buck. My
Micheal. I stroke my cock slow between her ass cheeks, the slick heat of her skin and my cum from earlier making it glide easy. Her headâs buried deep in the couch cushions, face down, ass up, that perfect curve arched for me like an offering. My free hand trails up her spine, fingers digging in, pinning her still as I lean over her back, my chest pressing hot against her sweat-slick skin. The friction builds, my cock throbbing harder, and I rub rough, teasing her crack before sliding down to her dripping pussy. I line up and push in completely, her wetness swallowing me whole, no resistanceâjust pure, tight heaven. âFuck, baby⌠shit,â I groan into the back of her head, my lips brushing her hair as I thrust gentle at first, savoring the way her walls flutter around me, still pulsing from her last orgasm. She whimpers beneath me, muffled into the couch, her body trembling with every slow drag. âMichael⌠ahhh,â she moans, voice smothered but needy, her ass pushing
Micheal. âFuck me, FatherâŚâ The words slip from her lips like a prayer gone wrong, weak and breathless after her orgasm, but they hit me like a lightning bolt. Sheâs wanted thisâmeâfrom the start, from that donation, that front pew stare. Even if she hadnât said it, Iâd still fuck her, ruin her like the little lamb whore sheâs becoming, despite her innocence. She sits up fast, her hands fumbling with my belt, fingers quick and desperate as she unbuckles it. I rip open my shirt, buttons scattering, exposing my chest, and my cock springs free, hard and swollen, shooting straight at her face like itâs got a target. âItâs bigâŚâ she whispers, eyes wide, staring at the thick length, veined and throbbing, precum beading at the tip. âI know, princess,â I growl, âNow do me the honor of sucking it. Itâs been itching for that pretty mouth.â She doesnât hesitate, leaning forward on the couch, her hands wrapping the base as her lips part. She starts slow, tentative, her ton
Micheal. If she didnât want this, sheâd have stopped me by now, but she doesnât. Rainbowâs hands grip the counterâs edge so tight her knuckles are white, like sheâs holding on for dear life, her toes curled against the base, body trembling under my touch. Her breaths come shaky, sharp, her chest heaving, those perfect tits rising and falling through her thin singlet, nipples hard and begging. Every shudder pulls me deeper into this sin, my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans, screaming to ruin her. âDonât lose your breath on me, Rain,â I murmur, lowering my lips to the side of her neck, grazing the soft skin with a slow kiss that makes her gasp. Her eyes snap open, heat flooding her face, those deep brown eyes wide with a mix of shock and want. âYouâre breathing so hard⌠has no one ever touched you before?â I ask, my palm flat against her stomach, feeling the quiver of her muscles under my hand. She nods, quick and frantic, like sheâs afraid to speak. âUse you
~~Micheal~~ After dropping Rainbow off at her house yesterday, the memory of her address burns in my mind, a dangerous map I canât unlearn. I could just show up, knock on her door, see her again. But what the hell would I say? That I came to⌠what? Check on her soul? Offer a blessing? Iâm a priest, damn itâIâve got a dozen excuses for visiting parishioners, but with her, my head goes blank, every holy reason drowned out by the ache in my cock. Iâm in my office, trying to focus, but my dickâs throbbing, so hard itâs painful, straining against my jeans like itâs got a mind of its own. I donât even realize Iâm standing until Iâm grabbing my keys, muttering to Sister Dana that Iâll be back, something about meeting a director for the church building project in Orvieto. Itâs a lie, but Iâm already out the door, my blood roaring with one purpose: Rainbow. In my car, Iâm gripping the wheel too tight, my thoughts a mess of guilt and hunger. Sheâs a new member, here to donate
~~Micheal~~ Iâm standing at the altar, delivering the homily, but my eyes keep betraying me, darting to herâthe new girl sitting in the front pew, innocent as sin itself. Who is she? Perched there like she owns the place, her presence a quiet storm pulling at every nerve in my body. Her skin glows under the soft light filtering through the stained glass, smooth and golden, like sheâs carved from some divine temptation meant to unravel me. I grip the lectern, forcing the words of the Gospel out, but they feel hollow, my voice steady only by a miracle. If I had an ounce less control, Iâd be stuttering, tripping over every syllable, my mind clouded with thoughts no priest should entertain. Itâs not like I havenât fucked beforeâplenty, in secret, when the weight of this collar gets too heavy. But this girl, this blonde, sheâs different. She snags every shred of my attention, her deep brown eyes locking onto mine during mass like she knows the filth running through my hea







