VictoriaSunshin3
"Harder, Father-please..."
Her voice was a hushed cry against the altar, a prayer and a sin in the same breath. My hands gripped her hips tight enough to bruise, my crucifix swinging between us as I drove into her again and again.
Every thrust was war-between the vows that chained me and the woman who had already unraveled them.
She turned her face toward me, lips swollen, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. And then she whispered the word that destroyed what little restraint I had left.
"Daddy."
My body shuddered. I buried myself deeper inside her, groaning like a man broken. Her laugh was low, sultry, taunting. She knew exactly what she was doing-corrupting me with every cry, every arch of her body, every filthy word that made me forget the God I served.
I should have stopped.
I should have ripped myself from her, begged forgiveness, and cast her from this holy place.
But instead, I dragged her harder against me, nails raking down her back as the altar shook beneath us. Her moans rose, echoing off the stone walls like hymns twisted into blasphemy.
"Confess me, Father," she panted. "Confess how much you need me."
And I did-inside her, against her, for her. I confessed with every thrust, every gasp, every shattered piece of my soul.
There was no God in this church tonight.
Only her.
Only us.