He stands while I remain slumped on the bench, his heavy cock pulsing inches from my face.

I reach out with both hands, guiding him to my lips so I can taste the clear pre-cum glistening at the tip. But before I can savor it, his fingers lock around my wrist, pulling me violently upright off the pew.

He scoops me into his arms, his strides long and heavy as he carries me toward the door of his inner office.

As an altar girl, I know every hidden corner of this church—and exactly where every locked door leads.

Why would he suddenly want to fuck me right here in his...