Sex with my hot neighbor pt 3

It was time for evening prayer, the rosary beads cool against my palms as I knelt before the small altar in my room, the habit draped over my body like a shroud of false piety. But how the hell could I focus on Hail Marys when a far greater temptation loomed right behind me? My hot neighbor— that sinful bastard with his broad shoulders and cocky grin—had slipped into my room again, his presence like a devil's whisper, heat radiating off him as he stood inches from my back.

His lips pressed against the curve of my neck, hot and insistent, sending a jolt straight down my spine. I gasped, the rosary beads clicking softly as my grip tightened. 'Hail Mary, full of grace...' I murmured, my voice cracking, but the words felt distant, drowned out by the wet slide of his tongue along my skin.

He chuckled low, the sound vibrating against me, his hands already at the hem of my dress. Fingers hooked under the fabric, pulling it up slowly, inch by inch, exposing my thighs to the cool air of the room. I moaned, a soft, involuntary sound that mixed with the prayer spilling from my lips. 'The Lord is with thee...' My body arched toward him despite myself, knees digging into the carpet as he dragged the dress higher, over my hips, bunching it at my waist.

'Keep going, slutty little nun,' he growled into my ear, nipping at the lobe. 'Pray for forgiveness while I strip you bare.' His mouth trailed lower, sucking at the spot where neck met shoulder, marking me with a bruise that would linger like a secret sin. I whimpered, the dress slipping off my arms now, cool air hitting my breasts as he yanked it down, freeing them to bounce softly. My nipples hardened instantly, aching under his gaze.

'Blessed art thou among women...' I managed, but it came out as a breathy plea, my hands clutching the rosary like a lifeline. He shoved the dress aside completely, leaving me in just my panties, kneeling there exposed and trembling. His hands roamed, cupping my tits roughly, thumbs flicking over the peaks until I cried out, the prayer faltering.

'On your knees like that, you look perfect for worshiping something else,' he said, his voice thick with lust. He stood, towering over me, and unzipped his pants with deliberate slowness. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, veins pulsing along the length, the head already glistening with pre-cum. 'Suck it, baby. Pray around my dick.'

I hesitated, lips parting on the next line—'And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus'—but his hand tangled in my hair, guiding me forward. My mouth opened, tongue darting out to taste him, salty and warm. I took him in, lips stretching around the girth, sucking tentatively at first. He groaned, thrusting shallowly, just the tip sliding over my tongue.

One thrust, and I hummed the prayer around him, vibrations making him buck. 'Holy Mary, Mother of God...' My words muffled, sloppy as saliva dripped down my chin.

Two thrusts, deeper now, his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag softly but not pull away. 'Pray for us sinners...' I choked out between strokes, eyes watering, the rosary dangling from my free hand.

Three thrusts, and he held me there, buried to the hilt, my nose pressed against his groin. 'Now and at the hour of our death. Amen.' The word escaped in a garbled moan, my throat working around him as he finally pulled back, strings of spit connecting us.

He hauled me up roughly, tossing me onto the bed amid the scattered prayer books and the crucifix on the nightstand watching us. 'Amen to that filthy mouth,' he snarled, ripping my panties aside. His fingers plunged into my soaked pussy, curling hard, making me arch and cry out. 'You're dripping for this sin, aren't you? Begging to be fucked like the whore behind the habit.'

'Please... oh God, forgive me,' I gasped, but my legs spread wider, inviting him. He positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging my entrance, teasing with shallow dips before slamming in with one brutal thrust. I screamed, the stretch burning sweet, his balls slapping against my ass.

'Yummy, tight little nun pussy,' he grunted, pounding into me relentlessly. Each drive of his hips forced a prayer fragment from my lips—'Our Father, who art in heaven...'—interrupted by moans as he rutted deep, his cock dragging along my walls, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.

'Fuck, you're clenching like you want to milk every drop of my cum, you blasphemous slut.' He slapped my thigh hard, the sting blooming into heat, then grabbed the rosary from my hand, wrapping the beads around my wrist like makeshift cuffs. 'Pray louder while I breed this holy hole.'

I did, voice breaking—'Hallowed be thy name...'—as he flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up. He reentered from behind, ass cheeks spreading with the force, his thumb pressing against my tight rear entrance, circling teasingly. 'Thy kingdom come, thy will be done...' The words dissolved into sobs of pleasure, my pussy fluttering around him, the taboo thrill of it all coiling tighter.

He leaned over me, breath hot on my back, one hand fisting my hair while the other pinched my clit. 'On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily... cock?' He laughed darkly, thrusting harder, the bed creaking like a confessional under strain. 'Cum for me, sinner. Soak my dick with that guilty juice.'

The pressure built, unbearable, my body betraying every vow as I shattered, walls spasming, gushing around him. 'Our daily bread!' I wailed, the prayer twisting into ecstasy.

He followed with a roar, burying deep, cock pulsing as he flooded me with hot spurts of cum, filling me until it leaked down my thighs. 'And forgive us our trespasses,' he mocked between grunts, collapsing over me, still twitching inside.

But he wasn't done. Not even close. His cock softened just enough to slip out with a wet pop, cum dribbling from my stretched pussy onto the sheets. I panted, body limp, but he grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my back like I weighed nothing. 'Lead us not into temptation,' he snarled, eyes dark with hunger, 'but deliver us from evil—nah, fuck that. I want you riding me, you cock-hungry nun.'

He lay back, stroking his slick shaft back to full hardness, the mix of our juices glistening on it. I straddled him without thinking, my thighs quivering as I positioned my dripping slit over his tip. 'But deliver us from...' I whispered, sinking down slowly, inch by thick inch, until he was buried balls-deep again. The fullness made me gasp, my clit grinding against his pelvis as I started to rock.

'Ride it, slut. Bounce that holy ass on my dick like you're confessing every filthy thought.' His hands clamped on my tits, squeezing hard, pinching the nipples until they throbbed. I obeyed, lifting and slamming down, my pussy slurping around him with each drop. Wet smacks filled the room, my ass cheeks jiggling from the force. 'From evil... amen to this evil cock,' I moaned, the words tumbling out as I picked up speed, grinding in circles to feel him hit every ridge inside me.

He thrust up to meet me, grunting with each collision, his balls slapping my skin. 'Look at you, tits bouncing like offerings. Pray for more cum, baby—pray while you fuck yourself stupid on me.' Sweat slicked our bodies, my hair sticking to my face as I rode harder, the bedframe rattling. My walls clenched greedily, milking the remnants of his load, chasing another high already.

'For thine is the kingdom,' I chanted breathlessly, leaning forward to brace on his chest, my nails digging in. He sat up suddenly, wrapping his arms around me, our chests pressed together as he took control. Holding me impaled, he rolled us so I was under him again, but this time he hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half. 'The power and the glory,' he finished mockingly, slamming back in with a force that punched the air from my lungs.

My ankles dangled near his ears, pussy splayed wide for his brutal pistoning. He fucked me like a machine, cock spearing deep, the angle letting him grind my g-spot with every thrust. 'Forever and ever,' I cried, voice hoarse, tears of overstimulation streaking my cheeks. Cum from before squelched out around his shaft, soaking his balls and my ass crack. 'You love this, don't you? Getting railed like a back-alley whore in God's house.'

'Yes—fuck, yes!' I admitted, no more pretending, my hands clawing at the sheets. He dropped my legs, only to spin me onto my side, lifting one thigh high. Spooning behind me, he reentered with a growl, his free hand snaking around to rub my swollen clit in rough circles. 'Amen—oh God, don't stop rubbing there!' The dual assault had me bucking back against him, ass pressing into his groin, the position letting his cock drag along my front wall.

'Cum again, you sinful bitch. Squirt all over my fingers while I fill this greedy cunt.' His teeth grazed my shoulder, biting down as he pounded faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing like applause for our depravity. Pressure coiled tight once more, my body a live wire. 'Hallowed... be... thy...' I babbled, shattering for the second time, pussy convulsing, juices spraying out in hot bursts that drenched his hand and the bed.

He chased his own release, flipping me flat on my stomach one last time, mounting me from behind like an animal. My face pressed into the pillow, muffling my screams as he rutted wildly, cock swelling thicker inside me. 'Forever! Amen!' we both shouted, his final thrusts erratic before he exploded again, pumping rope after rope of thick cum deep into my core, overflowing and pooling beneath us.

We collapsed in a heap, bodies tangled and spent, the air thick with the scent of sex and blasphemy. Breath ragged, he murmured against my skin, 'Amen to that, my dirty little devotee.' And I echoed it, utterly broken and blissed out: 'Amen.'