“I need you,” I whimpered, grinding down on his fingers. “I need your cock. I’ve been fantasizing about it for days — how thick it is, how it would stretch me open, how it would feel slamming into me right here against this wall.”

His thumb found my swollen clit and circled it slowly, perfectly. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly.

He leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You want me to fuck you like the dirty girl you are? Right here in God’s house?”

“Yes—oh God, yes.”

He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching. I whined at the loss.

Then he...