WILL'S POV

A ragged moan escaped me, the sound harsh and desperate as my fingers tightened over my length.

There was nothing soft about each upward stroke of my hand. Absolutely nothing. It was harsh, hurried, sending pricks of pain that tangled with pleasure inside me.

The collar around my neck tightened, the rosary dangling as I leaned forward with a grunt, cassock pushed up as my hands moved fast around my cock.

"Jesus Christ," I hissed under my breath, the holy name making me wince even as I kept jerking myself off. 

"Fuck, fuck..." The words escaped like prayers, only these were of a completely different kind—carnal, desperate. "God...