Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
I heard him groan through the phone.
"That wet already?"
"Yes, Father."
"Say it properly."
"Yes... Father Elias."
"Good girl. Now rub your clit, slowly. Pretend it's my tongue. You want that again, don't you?"
I moaned, my hips moving against my fingers, my forehead hitting the mirror. "Yes... I need it—need you."
"You'll get it. But not before you come, right now, with your fingers. I want to hear it."
My breaths turned into gasps. My fingers moved faster. The ache building from the moment I walked into the restroom now burned hot and ready.