Chapter 6

Serafina’s Pov ⁠♡

The barn was supposed to be empty.

Old, forgotten, behind the church grounds—used for storing hay and broken pews. No one came here.

I never did too. Until today. The day I would finally give all of me to the naughty priest.

Father Matteo.

He grabbed my waist, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and slammed my back against the rough wooden wall. I screeched in excitement, my stomach bubbled and curled into that familiar thread of warmth.

Hay scratched through my habit,making me all tingly. Combined with the strong pull of pleasure in my stomach, I thought I would not make it out alive from the euphoric feeling. 

My legs were still trembling from cumming a few minutes earlier, but I was still excited for what was to come.

What was this man doing to me?

Matteo’s hand grabbed my breast, moulding it , before his mouth crashed into mine—hungry and punishing.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands fisting his cassock.

This was wrong.

So so wrong.

We were in a barn behind God’s house.

Anyone could walk past. Hear us or even find us.

But I couldn’t push him away.

I didn’t want to.

It was the greatest taboo. A priest and a nun. But I was too far gone to turn back now.

His hands shoved my habit up to my waist, bunching it up, before turning me around to face the wall, exposing my bare ass to him since he had slid down my panties seconds ago.

Cool air hit my soaked pussy, and I flinched.

I felt him drop to his knees behind me. He spread my thighs wide with rough hands,and my pussy groaned as I felt it drip with my juices.

Before I could utter any word, he slammed his mouth on me.

“ahh… fuck, father,” I cried as I felt cup my entire pussy with his mouth. My clit throbbed and I felt a sudden urge to click it with my fingers, rub it till it was sore and swollen.

It was hot, wet and absolutely devouring.

“Fuck…you taste so good, darling,” he groaned into my flesh, and jerked from the vibration that rushed to my cunt. He pulled his mouth from me and then rubbed his saliva all over the mushy and wet flesh.

“Is this what you've been hiding from me?” He groaned and pushed my back down, forcing my ass to push out, revealing my bare asshole.

He growled behind me, and the next thing I felt was his rough and wet tongue sliding up and down my asshole. I jerked forward, shocked at the feeling.

It was anything but bad…but I had always thought that it was disgusting to do. But the way he licked me, the way his tongue rolled round the clenched area like he enjoyed every part of it. Like he wanted me to feel how good it tastes and felt.

“You are so clean and so dirty. Dirty with sinful thoughts…thoughts that make you shut off the word,” he said as he trailed his hand up and down my slit.

His mouth left my ass and then went back to my pussy. His tongue dragged up my slit in one long, slow lick, tasting every drop of me.

I cried out, hands flying to his hair, pulling hard, while grinding my ass into his face. “Please, please Matteo…” I didn't know what I was begging for, but what I was sure of was that I wanted more. More of the intoxicating pressure.

He groaned against my clit, the vibration shooting straight through me again.

“Hmmm…”

My pussy clenched—hard—around nothing.

I was dripping so much. My juices trailed down my leg, but he quickly caught it with his hand, and then brought it to his lip as they now leaked down his chin.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, teeth grazing just enough to make me see stars.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn't think.

I could only feel how good he was making me.

His tongue plunged inside me, fucking me, lapping at my walls like he wanted to drink me dry.

My hips bucked against his face, like a dirty whore.

I was grinding on a priest’s mouth.

In a barn.

Behind the church.

And I never wanted it to stop.

I wanted to stay in this moment forever—his tongue inside me, his hands bruising my thighs, my pussy clenching and pulsing and coming apart for him.

He sucked harder.

Two fingers shoved inside me, thick and rough, curling to hit that spot that made me sob.

I came instantly.

Hard…for the second time within an hour.

My pussy spasmed around his fingers, squirting against his tongue.

He drank it all, and then licked the whole area clean.

Then he stood up and slammed me back to the wall.

He grabbed my throat and slammed me harder against the wall, like he was fighting to get me into the right position.

 I felt his cock at my entrance, it was thick, veined and already leaking with precum.

He lifted me, effortlessly, and my thighs wrapped around his waist immediately.

The head of his cock nudged my entrance, teasing the sensitive fibres there.

I was fully shaking, struggling to keep my arms around his neck.

“Tell me to stop,” he growled, as he bit my nipples from my garment.

I couldn’t. I couldn't because I never wanted him to pull away from me..I wanted to keep him buried deep inside me, even if I had never experienced his cock.

“N-no. Please fuck me, daddy.” and just like that, he thrust into me in—one brutal stroke.

I screamed.He was huge. Too fucking huge for my own small size

Stretching me wide. And I had forgotten that I hadn't warned that I was still a virgin.

His fat and long cock teared through my virginity.

Blood and wetness mixed, and I gasped at how slick it was. Sweet and very painful.

He suddenly froze.

I could see the realization slowly settling in his beautiful blue eyes.

“You’re a virgin.” it wasn't a question..I wanted to lie,too scared he would pull out and push me away when he found out I had hid it from him. When he finds out that I'm just too inexperienced.

But I nodded, tears streaming down my face.

He groaned—dark, and filthy.

Then he thrust deeper into me, my pussy clenching so hard around his cock. Slowly my walls got used to his size, the pleasure seizing entire nerves, making me forget about the pain. 

“Oh…oh yes…don't stop, daddy. Don't fucking stop,” I cried as he continued to slam me, his speed increasing with every seconds.

He began to fuck me harder. His balls slapped my ass, the sound filling the barn.

His hand gripped my back,pounding into me like an animal, pinning me to the wall, hays scratching into my back.

Every thrust slammed deep, hitting my cervix in the sweetest and I opened my mouth to let out a moan, but his mouth swallowed it, as he thrust his tongue deep into my throat.

Pain and pleasure twisted together. Mixing like two perfect heartbeats.

I clawed on his shoulders, bit hard into his neck to stay quiet until I almost tasted blood.

He fucked me like he hated me.

Like he loved me.

Like he’d been waiting years for this.

The barn door rattled in the wind.

Anyone could walk by and hear my moans.

Hear the wet slap of his cock in my wet pussy.

But I didn’t care.

I wanted more.

I wanted him to ruin me.

To fuck my virginity out of me until I was nothing but his.

He grabbed my ass, spreading me wider, pounding deeper.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he snarled. “This virgin cunt is mine now.”

I came again—harder—pussy milking his cock, squirting down his balls.

He followed with a roar, coming deep inside me, filling me with hot spurts.

He didn’t pull out.

Just held me there, pinned to the wall, cock still twitching inside me.

His forehead pressed to mine.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Every time you pray, you’ll feel me inside you.”

I was shaking, covered in hay and filled with him.

And I knew then I was never going back.

I was his, forever.