Sex with my hot Neighbor pt2

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the convent's stained-glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the stone floor. I was in the garden, tending to the roses, my habit back in place like nothing had happened. But everything had changed. My body still ached deliciously from the night before, my pussy tender and slick at the mere thought of him. I couldn't stop replaying it—the way his cock had stretched me, filled me, made me scream.

Footsteps crunched on the gravel path behind me. I turned, and there he was, leaning against the archway with that smug grin, looking every bit the devil in work boots and a tight shirt that hugged his muscled arms.

'Sister,' he said, his voice low and teasing, 'you look like you're praying for forgiveness today.'

I straightened up, clutching the pruning shears like a shield, but my cheeks flushed hot. 'What are you doing here? This is sacred ground.'

He stepped closer, eyes raking over me. 'Sacred? After last night? Nah, I think it's time we had a little chat about your vows... or breaking them.'

'Pretend you're here to help with the garden,' I whispered urgently, glancing around even though the other sisters were inside. My heart pounded, a mix of fear and filthy excitement. 'Don't make a scene.'

He chuckled, picking up a trowel from the bench and kneeling beside me, but his free hand brushed my thigh under the cover of the bushes. 'Fine. Let's pretend. Tell me, how's that holy pussy feeling after I wrecked it?'

I bit my lip, shoving his shoulder lightly. 'Shh! It's... sore. But good. God, so good.' My voice cracked, and I shifted, feeling the dampness between my legs already.

'Good?' He leaned in, his breath warm on my ear. 'Bet you want more. Bet you're dripping just thinking about my cock.'

I nodded, unable to lie. 'Please... not here. But yes. I can't stop wanting it.'

We kept up the charade for a few minutes—him digging dirt while I trimmed stems—but his fingers kept wandering, slipping under my habit to tease the edge of my panties. 'Pull them down,' he murmured. 'Let me feel how wet my little slut is.'

Trembling, I obeyed, hiking up the fabric just enough to slide the soaked cotton down my thighs. He groaned softly, plunging two fingers into my slick folds without warning. I gasped, gripping the rose bush as he pumped them slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit in firm circles.

'Fuck, you're soaked,' he growled. 'This cunt was made for sin. Beg for my tongue.'

'Please,' I whimpered, my knees buckling. 'Lick me. Eat my pussy like you own it. I need your mouth on me.'

He didn't hesitate, pulling me behind a thick hedge where the shadows hid us. I hiked my habit higher, spreading my legs as he dropped to his knees and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue lapped at my dripping slit, flat and broad, before spearing inside me, fucking me with it while his lips sucked on my swollen lips. I threaded my fingers through his hair, grinding against his face, my juices smearing his chin.

'Oh fuck, yes,' I moaned quietly, biting my knuckle to stifle the sounds. 'Suck my clit. Make me cum on your tongue.' He latched on, flicking and circling the sensitive nub until my thighs quivered, orgasm ripping through me in hot waves. I came hard, flooding his mouth with my release, my body shaking as I rode his face.

But he wasn't done. Standing up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing out, hard and veined. 'Suck it,' he ordered, fisting the base. 'Show me how much you want this dick.'

I sank down eagerly, my mouth watering as I wrapped my lips around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum. I bobbed deep, taking him to the back of my throat, gagging wetly as I slurped and sucked, my hands stroking what I couldn't swallow. He thrust shallowly, fucking my mouth while pinching my nipples through the fabric, twisting until I hummed around his shaft.

'Good slut,' he praised. 'Now turn around. I want that ass up.'

I scrambled into position, bracing my hands on the ground, habit bunched around my waist as I presented my dripping pussy and tight asshole to him. He rubbed his cock along my slit, teasing my entrance before slamming in balls-deep. The stretch was even better this time, my walls gripping him like a vice as he started pounding me from behind, his hips slapping against my ass with lewd, rhythmic smacks.

'Fuck, you're so tight,' he grunted, one hand spanking my cheek hard enough to sting. 'Take it all. Milk my cock with that greedy cunt.'

I pushed back, meeting every thrust, my tits bouncing freely under the loose fabric. 'Harder! Fuck me like the whore I am. Fill me up again.' The angle hit deep, his cock dragging over that perfect spot inside me, building the pressure fast. His fingers found my clit, rubbing furiously as he railed me, and I shattered a second time, screaming into my arm as my pussy clenched and squirted around him.

He followed right after, roaring low as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum into my spasming hole, breeding me deep. We stayed like that, connected and panting, until he pulled out with a wet pop, his seed trickling down my thighs.

'That was so fucking good,' I panted, turning to kiss him sloppily. 'Don't stop coming for me.'

He smirked, tucking himself away. 'Wouldn't dream of it, Sister. This is just round two.'