His dirty little slut (Completed) - Chapter 18：17

He pulled my pants down then he placed my legs on his shoulders spreading them apart. My long gown moved up to my waist and my core became exposed to him.

I was hyperventilating filled with so many emotions. Fear, anger, lust, shame but none could match my desire for him even more so as his tongue grazed my core and thrust into my being.

My mind instantly gave in to him and to the pleasure he was so freely granting to me when he licked my Clit.

The more I tried to subdue my moans the more he worked on me till my heart and body, exploded fragments of me on his lips and in his throat. I moaned out loud.

He held my legs apart and licked my core up down, not stopping until I was clean.

“There you go.” He smiled, pulling up my pants. He wanted to speak again when I crashed my lips in his shutting him up.

I took his lips in my mouth, tasting my release in his mouth.

I kissed him with so much starvation my nipples hardened again causing pain to explode in my mind. The bra against my hardened nipples drove me mad

He pulled away from the kiss and took me down from the chair.

“Ria if I get harder than I am now I will explode right here and now.” He whispered in my ear. “Lord help me! How I want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours so much more than I want to climb the pulpit.”

I moaned out. His words drove me to another orgasm.

I was still in a dazed form when the door was pushed open. The door being pushed open made my heart to stop beating and then it sent it to a rabid form.

I still couldn’t get over him and Folasade. He deserved no respect at least not from me who knew who he really was. But it was not as if I was any better. I had lost all the right to judge others for the same sin I was committing even in a deeper way.

“Good morning.” He muttered walking in.

“Good morning Father. ” He greeted him with so much respect I almost rolled my eyes.

The room wreaked of lies and pretense.

Father Valentine took his note from the table and looked up at him with a smile, the kind that I dreaded because of the things it did to me. Then He said, “Good morning Mathew prepare my red chasuble.”

I felt like his dirty, little slut and I loved it

If only death could stop my love for him then one of us will have to die. Or maybe we can both die so that we finally take our desires to the gate of hell where there are no restrictions, no judgment, no fear.

I only have to wonder. How this forbidden love will end I cannot tell. But I am sure that one of us will be the others doom. He was more likely to be my doom.