Chapter 5

Lorenzo’s pov

“You need a blowjob, handsome. Your dick said it all. Let me satisfy that dude down there,” one of them purred, her voice seductive like that of a prostitute.

“Get to the fucking couch this minute,” I voiced, anger laced in my voice. I hate to be disobeyed.

“Calm down, handsome,” she uttered, strutting over the room like she owned it.

“Lande,” I called, my voice low and sharp. “You know who I am, and if you don’t want to be gunned down any moment from now, get to the damn couch. You know better not to mess with me.”

She shifted back in fear, then quickly turned back and joined the other girl. The other girl doesn’t look familiar. I guess she is one of the recruits.

“Remove your clothes. Strip.”

Those words left my mouth without any ado. They obeyed like a hunter dog who’s been controlled by a whistle, stripping off their clothes like they meant nothing.

They stood before each other, their boobs pointing, seeking attention, nipples hard like a pencil end. Their ass is curvy with a big ass. No man will see this and won’t get horny but I wasn’t. I couldn’t get my mind off that crazy girl from yesterday. She isn’t like these two, but I want her because she is different, pure, holy and knows nothing about my world.

“Play with each other,” I muttered.

They turned to each other without arguing, lips crashing, hands roaming. They devour each other like a delicious meal.

Lande lay on the couch, legs widely open, the other girl in between, tongue fucking her. Screams of moan filled the room.

After some time, they switch positions. Lande is giving the other girl heads. She inserted two fingers in her pussy, fucking her so hard while her other hand was romancing her boob. They went all wild. Their makeout should have stirred something in me, but nothing came.

I continue watching, my body used to reacting to this kind of scene. But now? It’s like the Nun has charmed my mind. I felt nothing. No desire. No spark.

I wanted this scene, but not with them, but with that crazy girl from yesterday; her lips alone were everything.

I walked towards the two girls, sat down on the couch. They crawled to me like a snail running from danger. Their hands roam my body, but all I see is her.

The Church girl of yesterday.

The one who wasn’t afraid of me and dared to speak to me in that manner. The one who took my cigarettes off like she was scolding her child.

I chuckled at the thought of her.

I frown. These girls are nothing like her. They smell like perfume and desperation. She smells like roses in the garden and stubborn purity. Her innocence turns me on.

Lande pulled down my trousers, her hands gripped my dick, and the other girl played with my balls. She replaced her hand with her mouth and suck on me slowly. The two girls sucked on my dick like a starved dog.

“Turn your back and get on the couch,” I commanded. “I’ve never allowed a lady on my bed; I’ve fucked many girls, but not on my bed. They are all bitches and should be treated like one.”

I stood up, spanked their asses, without warning, I drove my dick in Lande’s pussy, spanking her ass. I banged her from the back, each stroke faster than before.

“OMG, don’t stop,” she begged without shame.

I removed my dick from her and dove it into the other girl’s pussy, she was still tight compared to Lande. I didn’t show her mercy. I banged her so hard.

“Please,” she begged.

I continue banging her, not freaked by her tears.

I want faster than before, and I swear that her pussy was about to tear off. My body vibrated, and I pulled out my dick and cum on their asses.

“Get out,” I snapped.

They froze for a minute, then bent down, packed their clothes that were littered on the floor and ran out naked.

I picked up my phone. “Get me all the information about that girl from yesterday. Now,” I said to Mateo on the phone.

“Okay, boss,” Mateo replied.

I got into the bathroom to wash off those bitches scent on me. I allowed water to run all over my head. I got out of the shower after a few minutes, walked into the dressing room to pick some wear. Every colour of my clothes is black, including the interior decorations and painting of my room. I was about to pick a dress.

Mateo came in holding his tablet. “Boss, here’s what you requested about the girl.”

I collected the tablet from him, scanned through the files, names, age, location, and affiliations. Then I saw her.

My face brightened up surprisingly, “So she lives in the countryside…”

“Uh, boss?” He blinked, confused.

“What day did they worship in church?” I asked.

“Sunday.”

I looked up slowly. “What day is it today?”

“Sunday,” he replied.

“Good,” I smirked. “Tell Linda and Dave to get ready, we are going to church.”

Mateo nearly choked. “Church?”

“Yes, you heard me right. I will be down any moment from now. I don’t like delays.”

“Okay, boss,” he bowed and walked out.

I picked a suit from my closet, I straightened up my tie, put on my shoes and sprayed some perfume.

Everything I’m putting on is customized with my initials, ‘L’, inscribed on it.

I walked out, heading to the garage. My steps echoed through the quiet corridor.

Mateo, Dave and Linda were already waiting. In time and at alert.

Mateo stepped forward and opened the door. “Boss,” he called, indicating I should go into the car.

I nodded and slid into the back seat. He took the wheel while Linda and Dave made use of the other car.

Mateo zooms while the other car trails behind us.

And off we went to meet the Nun who made the devil feel something.

The ride was silent, and the sound of the engine filled the air. I got busy with my phone, replying to some business partners.

We got to the countryside. The countryside was quiet, peaceful. The Church stood at the edge of the town, a tall, white, old building. Inside, a praise song filled the air.

I looked at the altar, and there she stood, singing beautifully like an angel.

My stubborn Nun.

Our eyes met. I winked at her and smirked.

She froze.