“I’ve been hard since last night,” he said. “Imagining this mouth on me. This tight little body spread open for me.”

My habits began to loosely come down, but he caught it in his hand again, his other  hand sliding under my habit, up my thigh.

We were being stupid and reckless.

His fingers finally gripped the edge of my panties and then shifted it to the side. He found me dripping and soaked.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re dripping wet, little Saint.” he said and pushed two fingers inside me without warning.

I gasped, gripping his shoulders, and then he began to  pump slow and deep into me, curling his...