Chapter 35 Take Me Like A Good Girl 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
NIKOLAI'S POV
She hesitated, nails digging into my chest as she anchored herself properly. Thenㅡ she lifted herself up, her lips parted as she slid to the tip then dropped herself back down with a smack.
I almost had an orgasm right there on the spot.
Holy shit.
Her tight walls gripped me, walls holding my dick snugly each time she dropped back, the sound of the back of her thighs hitting my laps amplified by the oil that I had rubbed over her.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
A muscle ticked in my jaw and I suddenly gripped her waist tighter before I started bucking up to meet her thrusts. “Fuck…” I groaned, leaving her waist to grope at her bouncing tits.
They were soft and easily molded in my hands as I squeezed them, kneading them harder when I noticed her expression twisting into one of ecstasy.
“C'mon, Sister Raina…” I grunted under her, my dick throbbing inside her tight heat.
She felt like a vessel for sin. Each thrust drove me straight to hell but I couldn't bring myself to careㅡ Not when her pussy felt like a holy chalice that held me tight.
I watched her breasts bounce with each movement, my hands following their rhythm like a devoted worshipper. The sight of her riding me on this altar was both profane and divine—a holy woman who came for confession now claiming her priest.
My thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks that begged for more attention.
Her hips stuttered and I groaned, biting down hard on my lip when her walls clenched around me.
More. I needed more before I would lose my fucking mind.
"Spread wider," I commanded, my voice deep and authoritative. She complied, gripping the altar's edge for support as she spread her thighs wider. The position exposed her completely, her pink flesh glistening with oil and arousal as she rubbed off on me.
She was so beautiful and I couldn't wait to make her mine. Over and over again. Until all she could pray about was me.
I reached for the crucifix around my neck, yanking it off, my fingers wrapping around its base.
"You know what this is for?" I asked, holding the crucifix up between us. Her eyes widened slightly but she nodded, understanding my intent, still riding me slowly. I pressed the cold metal against her clit, using it to rub slow circles as she continued riding me.
Holy shit.
The cold metal of the crucifix heightened the feelings, sending jolts through me as my dick jumped and pulsed inside her.
She gasped, her hips stuttering as pleasure mixed with the slight sting of the cold metal. "God forgive me," she whispered, but her hips never stopped moving.
I chuckled darkly, pressing harder with the crucifix. "He's not here right now, Sister.”
Pulling the crucifix away, I held it out in front of her face. "Kiss it," I demanded, pressing the cold metal against her lips. She kissed the crucifix, her tongue licking the holy symbol.
Fucking hell. The way her tongue wrapped around it, her gaze fixed on me, did something to me.
Something I couldn't ignore.
I tossed the crucifix aside and stretched to grab the nearby holy water font that lay at the foot of the altar. I dipped my hand in, letting the sacred water drip through my fingers. "Lean forward," I ordered, my other hand gripping her hip tightly. She leaned forward, exposing her back to me. I slowly poured the holy water down her spine, the liquid tracing a path to her ass.
“Fuck.” She whispered. The cold water made her shiver, her muscles clenching around me. I poured more, letting it soak her lower half, the once sacred liquid now mixed with her forbidden juices.
“Get up,” I ordered.
She stood up, her pussy leaving me with a wet sound that left me feeling like a part of me had been ripped away as I picked up the heavy metal candlestick on the large altar, the large candle still lit within. "Turn around,”
She frowned but turned around slowly, her back still glistening with the Holy water. I leaned her against the altar and stood up, grasping the heavy candlestick in both hands. The lit candle cast an otherwordly light over her face and body. "Spread your legs wide for me," I ordered.
Without hesitation, she spread her legs wide, exposing her oil and water-soaked pussy to me. I brought the heavy candlestick down between her thighs, pressing the cold metal against her clit. She gasped and arched her back, pushing herself further onto the altar.
"That is it, love,” I began moving the heavy candlestick up and down her slit, using it like a crude dildo. The combination of the cold metal and the flickering candle flame was a surreal sight and my heart was throbbing to get out of my chest, slamming against my ribcage. "Hold still," I commanded suddenly, placing one hand on her stomach to pin her in place.
I brought the candle closer to her pussy, the open flame inches away from her folds. She tensed beneath me, a whimper escaping her lips. "Shh, I am not gonna hurt you," I hushed her, my voice calm despite the dangerous scene unfolding. "The Lord works in mysterious ways, doesn't he?”
She whimpered as I slowly moved the candle back and forth along her slit, the flame licking dangerously close to her skin.
Layla trembled beneath me, her breathing ragged with fear and arousal. “Please…”
Fuck me.
Pressing her back against the altar, I grabbed the heavy metal candlestick again, my fingers trembling as I pressed it against her lips instead of her pussy. "Open," I ordered roughly, my hand squeezing her jaw open.
She opened her mouth, and I slowly pushed the cold metal candlestick inside, using it like a gag. The candle flame was now inches from her face, the wax dripping onto her chest and she groaned around the wax, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
Fuck, how did she manage to sound so…so innocent even as we indulged in the most sinful act?
My fingers brushed against her jaw, feeling her clammy skin under my fingers."Good girl. Now, let's see how holy you really are," I whispered darkly.
Without hesitation, I pushed my hips forward and buried myself inside her soaked pussy.
Shit.
I could not move for a second, feeling her cunt grip me like a fucking vice. Her warm tight walls wrapped snugly around me, fluttering across my pulsing length.
I would never get used to the feel of her walls working overtime to accommodate me.
She moaned loudly around the candlestick, the sound muffled by the wax-filled candle.
"Fuck, you're tight," I grunted, stilling myself for a second as I tried to hold back the rollercoaster of pleasure that rolled through me.
Then,ㅡ I pulled out and slammed my way home, a groan slipping past my lips as the candle wobbled in her mouth, wax dripping down her cheeks. I reached down and grabbed her legs, pushing them back to get even deeper. "You like getting fucked on God's altar?”
"Mmphhh!" she moaned loudly, the sound vibrating against the candlestick. I felt her pussy clench around my length, her arousal growing with every thrust. I leaned forward, pressing the candlestick deeper into her mouth until she was gagging on it.
"God won't save you now," I growled, pounding into her mercilessly. The altar shook beneath us. "You're mine, Sister Raina. Fuck, I should have claimed this pussy a long time ago, you don't know how long I've thought about this. Thought about you." I pulled out without warning and flipped her over.
I positioned her so her chest was pressed against the altar, her legs spread wide behind her. The candle fell out of her mouth as she gasped for air. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up sharply before slamming back inside her from behind. "Fuck, take it,”
“Oh my god…” She yelped.
But I knew the truth. He wouldn't answer us.
"Take it, I know you can. You can take me like a good girl. Fuck, I don't even wanna stop!" I grunted, the sound bouncing off the stone walls. I was so close now ㅡ so fucking close to filling her up with my hot cum. I could feel her pussy tightening around me, her screams becoming higher pitched as her orgasm approached.
"Cum on God's altar, Raina. Let me feel the moment you condemn yourself to hell," I grunted, pounding into her with everything I had.
Almost immediately, she screamed loudly and her body shook violently beneath me. “Father Nikolai!”
"Fuck, Yes!" My voice was hoarse and ragged as she came hard around both my cock.
Her pussy clamped down violently, triggering my own explosive release. I buried myself deep inside her and emptied my balls directly into her stretched hole, hips moving at an impossible speed.
Fuck. I fucking missed the euphoric feeling of losing myself.
For several moments, I remained buried inside her, panting heavily against her back as my cum and her juices leaked out of her cunt.
With a groan, I pulled out with a wet pop, leaving my cum trickling down her gaping pussy hole. "There's your communion," I said, pressing a kiss down to her forehead before I pulled away.
She didn't say anything at first, her hair glued to her forehead with sweat. Then, she let out a smug grin.
“Can I have a private confession with you again tomorrow, Father?”
A grin spread across my lips as I surveyed the room, the place messy with the evidence of our sin.
Then I look back at her, leaning forward to kiss her again. How could I say no to her? I never wanted this to end.
“Peace be onto you, Sister Raina. Feel free to come along anytime.”