One of his hands slid around to rub tight circles on my clit while the other gripped my hair, pulling my head back so he could growl filthy words against my ear.

“Look at you,” he rasped, slamming into me. “Bent over in the confessional like a whore, taking your priest’s cock so deep. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used in God’s house?”

“Yes—yes—” I cried, pleasure building fast and sharp.

“Your pussy is creaming all over me,” he continued, voice dark. “Squeezing me so fucking good. I can feel you fluttering around my cock. You’re going to come on your priest’s dick, aren’t you, Sienna?”...