Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“More,” she whispers again.
I grin at her, my voice ragged as I say, “I’m not done with you yet.”
I pull out, my cock bobbing, shiny with her desire, as I flip her over on her stomach. She lets out a gleeful laugh that makes my heart skip a beat, but that’s quickly overshadowed by the fervent need to come inside her.
But first, I want to feed.
And then, I want to give her something more.
I lean forward over her back and bite the side of her neck. My fangs pierce her skin, and her sweet blood flows into my mouth, trickling down her neck. I know I shouldn’t feed from her so often, but I can’t help myself. Her blood is as addictive as the rest of her.
“More,” she groans.
“More what?” I ask against her neck, licking up the spilled blood. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“More of you. I want to feel more of everything. I want to feel obliterated.”
“Then your prayers shall be answered,” I tell her.
I swallow her blood down and then straighten up. “Lift up your hips,” I murmur to her, watching as her firm, full bottom rises in the air. “That’s a good girl.”
I lean down and bite her cheek, fangs sinking into the soft, pillowy skin.
She cries out, her body stiffening before she starts to relax into me.
Before she can move, I grasp her rear in my hands and spread her cheeks apart. Her tight little hole is clean, pink, and waiting for me, and I’m going to mess it all up. I lower my head, my nose pressing in first before my mouth, and she gasps as my tongue makes contact with her pretty puckered spot, tasting of the soap I washed her with.
“Oh my God,” she cries out against the chain.
I keep probing, tasting, getting her hole as wet as possible for what I’m about to do. I pull back and bite her rear again, pulling the blood into my mouth before I spit on my hand.
I slide that hand over my throbbing cock, then between her cheeks, alternating until both are slippery.
“Bite down if you need to,” I joke.
Then, I press the tip of my cock against her slick hole and slowly push in.
“Ahhh,” she cries out softly.
“That’s it, you can take me,” I assure her. “I’ll go slow.”
“Priest,” she groans, her body starting to squirm, as if to run.
I pause, placing my hand on her lower back. “You can tell me to stop.”
She nods, swallowing audibly. “It’s alright. I’m fine.”
“You can take it,” I tell her again.
“I can take it.”
I grin to myself with a perverse sense of pride before I grab her hips and continue pushing myself inside her. Inch by inch it goes, and I spit a few times more to lubricate its path.
She moans loudly, and while she’s not pushing her rear into me, she’s not trying to run away either.
Slowly, I begin pumping, my cock glistening as I draw it out and then push it back in. She’s so tight it makes it hard to see straight.
“More,” she says. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
My brows rise as I watch my length disappear inside her.
She says everywhere…
Still inside her, I reach over to one of the lit candles on the desk and blow it out. Smoke floats away from the wick as I pull the candle from the holder and turn it upside down, the smoldering end pressed against my palm, singeing it.
Brandishing it, I bring the candle down underneath her hips.
Her body tenses.
I run my fingers over the rim of her cunt, making sure she’s still gushing before I thrust the candle inside her.
“Priest!” she calls out. The candle is nearly as thick as my cock, but she’s so wet it slides right inside.
“That’s it,” I murmur, working both her asshole and her cunt. “See how well you take me? See how your body needs me, so ripe and greedy, ready to come any way that you can?”
She’s panting now, moving her hips back against me, wanting more. I give it to her, the candle fucking her cunt deep, my cock shoved into her rear.
I’ve never seen such a sight.
“You like this, don’t you?” I moan. “Being filled like this. Do you want to come, little fish?”
She nods, letting out a whimpering sound. She’s so tense, trembling all over, so very close. All I do is slip my knuckle over her swollen clit, and she comes undone.
Her channel grips my cock, milking me until I’m violently hard, her breathless cries filling the air. Her head slumps forward as I start pumping into her with a wildness that surprises me.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “Yes, yes.”
This is it.
With a crude jerk of my hips, my orgasm is ripped from my core. I feel like someone has performed an exorcism on me, torn the devil out of my soul in a wave of hot cum. I fill her with it, and it keeps coming in torrents, hot and relentless.