"What are you waiting for?" she calls after me, climbing the small set of stairs that lead to the altar. There, she uses her hands as leverage and props herself up, sitting over the red cloth that covers the altar.
"Fuck…" I mutter to myself, hardly believing what she’s asking me to do. Sure, we’ve already done something like this back at the chapel, but this isn’t a family chapel we’re talking about… This is one of the largest churches in the States, one where thousands come daily to pray. Am I really going to fuck her on that altar?
My mind might not know the answer, but my body surely does. Without waiting for a decision, my feet start carrying me down the aisle, each step I take making my heart beat faster and faster.
"Come, Connor… come and take what you want," Clarise whispers as I walk up the stairs, my cock so hard I’m actually surprised my pants haven’t torn yet.
"You’re insane," I tell her but, as I say it, I’m closing the distance between both our bodies.
"And what’s life without a little bit of insanity?" she purrs, reaching for my tie and pulling me into her. With me now standing up between her spread legs, she throws both her arms over my shoulders and looks into my eyes. "I want to hear you say it…" she continues, a hint of a grin on her lips.
"Hear me say what?"
"Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it," she teases me, biting on her lower lip as she waits for my answer. She’s pulling my strings, building a web of temptation all around me, and I’m falling straight into it.
"I want you," I tell her with a knot in my throat; but now that I’ve started to speak, other words start escaping out of my mouth. "I want that pussy of yours," I continue, grabbing her by the hair and yanking it in a way that forces her to throw her head back. "And I want to fuck you so hard you won’t know up from down, and left from right."
"That’s exactly what I wanted to hear… Now I want you to do it."
This time I don’t reply. I just keep her head thrown back and dive head first into her neck; kissing her naked skin, I then start biting softly, pulling it with my teeth as she allows short but clear moans to echo throughout the church. As I kiss her, I let my hands wander down to her waist and I hook my fingers on her thong, pulling it against her thigh until I hear the sound of the fabric ripping apart.
"Much better now," I grin, and she responds by taking her hands to the collar of my shirt again. Loosening my tie some more, she pulls it over my head and then lets it slip from her fingers to the floor; slowly moving her fingers over my chest, she starts unbuttoning my shirt patiently. As she finishes unbuttoning my shirt and untucks it, she presses her hands against my abs, feeling their grooves and ridges, and only then does she let her hands fall to my belt.
"I can’t wait to feel that big cock of yours inside me," she tells me as she unbuckles the belt and pulls it out from its loops. Proceeding to the zipper, she pushes it down as well and then turns her hand around, flattening it against the bulging shape of my cock. "And it seems that your cock can’t wait for that as well…"
"Then why are we wasting so much time?" I tell her, my heart tightening as I imagine the sweet pressure of her pussy lips as they wrap themselves around my thick shaft. Ever since our first time, I can’t stop thinking about it… In a way, I almost feel like a virgin, completely dazed by the body of the woman brave enough to rob me of my sanctity.
"You’re right, let’s stop wasting time," she whispers, her fingers now moving around my waist. Hooking them on my pants, she yanks them down hard and they slide down to my knees.
Cupping my ass cheeks, her fingers digging into my flesh, she then uses her thumbs to pull my boxer briefs down. My cock springs free the moment she does it, pointing up and straight at her pussy, as if it knows exactly the place it needs to be. Seriously, sometimes I think that my cock has a mind of its own.
Kicking off my shoes in a hurry, I step out of my pants and boxer briefs, and she helps me do the rest by pushing my shirt down my arms. With all my clothes bunched up around my feet, I finally take one step forward and close in on her, our bodies so close that I can almost feel the air around us simmering with heat.
"Do it, Connor… Fuck me," she whispers, looking straight at me with those temptress eyes. Never taking my eyes off hers, I curl my fingers around my cock and angle it down, my tip brushing against her wet inner lips. Instead of thrusting right away, I simply keep on brushing the tip of my cock against her wetness, moving it up and down with maddening patience.
"Fuck me, fuck me now," she repeats, her hands going to my back. She digs her fingernails deep into my flesh, pulling me into her, but I resist.
Turns out, I think I want to hear her beg.
"Beg," I breathe out, that single word leaving my lips like a shotgun blast. "I want to hear you beg," I continue, feeling the pressure of her fingernails on my back increasing.
"Now you want to hear me beg?" she teases me, a hint of malevolence in her smile. "What if I don’t want to beg anymore?"
"Then I’ll just keep on doing this," I say, slowing down as I keep on brushing my cock against her pussy. "And I’m a very patient man."
"Do it," she hisses through her gritted teeth, the tone in her voice telling me that she’s trying to command me. But I don’t want to be commanded, and so I just keep on teasing her.
"You know what you have to do, Clarise…"
"Oh, for fuck’s sake," she breathes out in frustration, biting down hard on her lower lip. "Fuck me, Connor… You’re driving me insane in here… Please, please, I need you to --"
I don’t even let her finish her sentence. Instead, I grab her by the thighs and, keeping her in place, I ram all of my inches deep inside her pussy. I hold my breath as I feel my thick shaft pushing her inner walls back, her pussy adjusting to accommodate my massive size, but I don’t stop until I have all of it inside of her.
"Oh…" she whimpers, throwing her head back as her eyes start to roll. "Oh, fuck…"
"You begged for it, now let’s see if you can handle it," I say, leaning in and whispering these words into her ear. As I do it, I start sliding my cock out of her pussy; when only my tip is inside of her, I thrust again. This time, there’s no patience or slowness to my movements; no, there’s almost an edge of violence to it, my hips moving so fast that it makes my cock pierce her like a spear.
And, judging by the way her fingernails are ruining my back right now, I’d say she’s enjoying it. Which is good, because I’m just getting started.