ORGASMS ON THE ALTAR

As soon as I got to him, Matthew landed another slap on my cheek.

 Harder this time.

  Fresh tears wet my face, and I felt like an idiot for even crawling here in the first place.

 But what could I do? I was hungry for a taste of that marvelous cock, and I just had to.

 “I'm sorry, Father. It would never happen again”, I quickly apologized before he changed his mind about letting me suck him.

 “If you ever try to beg me to let you go, I'll spank your ass so hard and then fuck it”

 I nodded, and he leaned closer, bringing his hand up to wipe my tears.

 “Am I clear?” his tone went up.

 “Yes, Father”

 “Good girl, now bless your father with that mouth just as I blessed you when you were born”

 I was too eager. I saw him smirk when he noticed how quickly I moved towards him and wrapped his cock around my palm.

 My tongue covered the tip immediately, and I rolled it repeatedly before relaxing my throat and taking him all in at once.

 I choked and gasped for breath, but I didn't stop moving forward and backwards on my lord.

 I decided that was the perfect name to call his glorious cock because, from today, I'll only worship it.

  “Faster!”, Matthew ordered, gripping a handful of my hair violently as he tried to force more of his length down my throat.

  I sucked my lord for twenty minutes nonstop, and I still didn't get my fill.

 There was no getting satisfied when it came to Matthew's cock.

 “Enough!” he said, pulling his cock out of my mouth before pulling me up to my feet.

 I was inches shorter than him, so he looked down at me.

 “You look much better like this, with your cheeks flushed red all for me”, he said, placing his palm on my cheek.

 I winced in pain from his touch.

 “I'm glad to see it hurts, but we'll fix it”

 He leaned over me and reached for the bottle of holy oil on his table.

 He dabbed a little on my face and all over my body, then he slowly massaged my cheeks.

 For a moment, I saw a different Matthew. Not the one who strangled and slapped me.

 Then he proceeded to spread the oil over my body and give my breast a playful hit.

 It didn't hurt, so I chuckled, and he saw I liked it, so he did it over and over again. We both watched as my small breasts dangled here and there.

 Matthew quickly replaced his hands with his mouth as he sucked on my tender breasts.

 I couldn't moan because I didn't want to get slapped, and as a result, I started crying again in pleasure from all the moaning I was holding in

 His spare hand went down and stopped between my pussy. He pinched my clit, and all my efforts to hold it in failed.

 A low gasp escaped my lips when he slid two fingers into my weeping pussy at once.

 He didn't move slowly; he didn't move roughly. No adjective could describe the pace at which he moved his fingers through me.

  

  It felt like I was experiencing turbulence down there, and I shattered completely when he added a third finger.

  My cum soaked his fingers but he just kept moving and moving.

 By the time I came for the second time, he slowly brought his fingers to his lips to lick.

 He practically ate his fingers that dripped off my juices.

 He got on his knees like his control panel had suddenly snapped and stopped working.

 “Fuck, I have to taste more of this meal”, he said with a groan before pushing his tongue into my pussy.

  His grip on my thighs was firm, and as he licked and tongue-dived into my throbbing pussy, my hands found his hair, and I gripped hard.

 My head went back in pleasure as my eyes shut. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

 Nobody had ever eaten me this good; in fact, nobody had ever eaten me.

 My stupid ex always had excuses about how it was taboo in his family to eat pussy.

 Well, guess what is also taboo:Me getting violated and eaten out like a meal by a priest in the church.

 The most forbidden man on earth was fucking, using, eating, ruining and shattering every piece of sanity left in my body and me?

 I was enjoying every bit of it.

 The moment he added his fingers alongside his tongue, I lost it immediately, and I started moaning.

 My legs trembled from above, sending shock waves through me.

 I ground my hips on his face, and he let out little moans of satisfaction in between eating my soul out.

 He kept eating like a hungry dog for the next few minutes before I came for the third time since our little tryst.

 He licked all my juices clean, sucking on my clit till I became dry once more.

  But I didn't stay dry for even a second. This was the man that merely looking at him made my pussy drip.

 He helped me down from his desk and asked me to grip it with my ass facing him.

 Finally, 

  I thought we were never going to get to my favorite style.

 I fingered my pussy each night with the image of Matthew taking me from the back.

 Something about that thought made me kick my feet up in anticipation.

 I gripped the table and bent until my pussy was visible enough for him to enter, then with one single thrust, he rammed his entire length into me.

 He banged me like an animal, his palm tightened around my neck.

 Not squeezing, just positioning me so I wouldn't fall due to his impact.

 With each thrust, I felt the tip of his cock in my stomach.

 Matthew's energy was unmatched. Not for a single minute did he slow down on me.

 And I loved it. I deserved it. I had always wanted to be fucked mercilessly and be taken like a slut.

 Matthew made me feel like the slut I'd always been since I started having sex at age fourteen.

 I quickly shook my head, getting rid of the irrelevant memories when he suddenly flipped me over.

 He positioned me on the table, ready to slide into me when we suddenly

heard a sharp knock on the door.

 “Mr Grey, I'll like to have a chat, please”

 We both froze on the spot.

 It was my mother.