Lucas stayed inside me, c**k still buried deep in my ass, his chest slick against my back, one arm banded under my breasts to hold me up.
The church was silent except for our ragged breathing and the soft drip of wax from the toppled candles.
I thought he was done.
I was wrong.
He pulled out slowly, the drag making me whimper, c*m leaking from both holes onto the sacred cloth.
Then he flipped me onto my back again, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and slammed back into my p***y.
The altar rocked harder.
“Yes—f**k me!” I gasped, fingers clawing at his arms.
“Don’t stop—never stop!”
He grabbed my throat, squeezed just enough to make stars burst behind my eyes, and started pounding deeper, faster, hips snapping with raw power.
The headboard no, the entire altar table creaked and
