Chapter 5

Serafina’s Pov ⁠♡

“I’ve been hard since last night,” he said. “Imagining this mouth on me. This tight little body spread open for me.”

My habits began to loosely come down, but he caught it in his hand again, his other hand sliding under my habit, up my thigh.

We were being stupid and reckless.

His fingers finally gripped the edge of my panties and then shifted it to the side. He found me dripping and soaked.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping wet, little Saint.” he said and pushed two fingers inside me without warning.

I gasped, gripping his shoulders, and then he began to pump slow and deep into me, curling his fingers to hit that spot that made me see stars.

“Look at you,” he growled against my ear. “Taking a priest’s fingers in a dirty ban like a needy little slut.”

I whimpered as I let my hips rock into his hand.

He added a third finger, stretching me so wide I felt a sharp sting, which was quickly replaced by an immense amount of pleasure.

“Quiet,” he ordered in a strict voice. “Or I’ll stop.”

I bit my lip to muffle the moans. I couldn't annoy him now. I couldn't let him leave me bare and wanting…. unsatisfied. I had dreamt of this day for days, weeks and even months. And today, I was finally getting touched by the man that invaded my dreams with his rock hard chest and cock.

His thumb circled my clit—fast, ruthless.

“Fuck…fuck….father….please,” I moaned like a slut. “Yes.. please don't stop. Don't fucking stop,” i sobbed into his arm.

And with a shrill cry, I came hard, clenching around his fingers, my body shaking as pleasure ripped through me.

But he didn't stop. Not yet. His fibers continued to thrust into me like an animal chasing its prey. My mouth flew side open as I cried, my hand clenching on his string bicep, as he fucked me with his thick, long fingers. 

He pulled out the fingers and then shoved them back inside me without warning, and I cried out into his mouth.

He pumped hard, fast, curling to hit that spot that made me see stars. His thumb ground against my clit, and I began the tremble against him, my climax clawing into me like a vice.

“Fuck…fuck I'm so close, daddy,” the word flew out of my mouth and I clamped it shut, scared of how he would react.

But then I saw his eye darkened dangerously, something very lustful lurking behind.

“Say it again. Call me daddy again,” he groaned as he thrust his driver hard into me, his thumb rubbing clit vigorously making the pleasure tear through every part in me,I thought I would die.

“Dad– daddy!” I cried.

“Yess…you’re going to come on my fingers in this holy ground,” he growled. “While everyone's downstairs thinking we are praying.”

I sobbed from the intense pressure building inside me, my hips grinding against his hand.

He added a fourth finger, stretching me impossibly wide, when I thought I couldn't take another. I was stuffed, dripping down his wrist like a faulty tap.

“Imagine mother superior walking in right now,” he whispered, biting my ear. “Seeing you spread open, taking a priest’s fingers like a desperate whore.”

The image sent me over and I came hard, my pussy clenching around him, juices squirting down his hand.

He didn’t stop.

He kept fucking me through it, drawing out every spasm until I was shaking, tears streaming.

Then he pulled his fingers out and shoved them into my mouth. I tasted myself on him, something salty and mushy filling my tastebud. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and then shoved them into his mouth, licking them clean, his eyes locked on mine. I watched him the entire second, enjoying how he moaned to my taste.

My pussy groaned for more but I was too embarrassed to ask. Heat rose up to my cheek and I turned away from him.

What now?

I had given myself finally to this horrid desire of mine. I had let the priest defile me with his hags. I had taunted this barn with my filth.

What now?

“You're the sweetest sin I’ve ever tasted, sister Serafina,” he groaned and then adjusted my habit, smoothing my veil.

Like nothing happened.

So I just sat there, not saying a word. Not telling him how much I wanted him. I wanted more…not just his hands or his filthy names for me. I wanted everything. 

I wanted him to grab me by the waist and then fuck me till I'm sobbing for him to release me. 

Was that too much to ask for?

His eyes suddenly narrowed at my weird expression and silence. And as if a bulb was suddenly lit in his head, he smirked.

“I know that pout is not from me not knowing how to fuck well with my hand,” he almost snarled. “You're not satisfied, aren't you?”

I turned my head away from him, not able to hold his looks because of how embarrassed I was for acting like a horny whore.

I suddenly felt him grab my chin and then turned my face to look at him. He brought his face closer to mine and then licked the corner of my lips.

“Tell me what you want, little saint?” He whispered roughly against my lips.

My heart hammered hard against my chest, but I remained quiet.

I wanted him so badly but still I couldn't find the courage to tell him I wanted to know what it felt like to be worshipped by him. What it felt like for him to lick every inch of my skin like I was the only thing that tastes right to him.

“Tell me.” He bit my earlobes.

“I…I want your mouth on….I want you to lick the ache that's threatening to kill me. I want you to fuck me into hell,” I rushed out.