Chapter 2
He pulled me up to my feet slowly, his other hand coming to my waist to steady me, and I pressed against him, feeling the hardness of his c**k against my belly, which made my head spin with need, my hips grinding subtly because I couldn’t stop myself, the friction teasing my c**t through the layers of cloth.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for, Father, I want you to punish me with your c**k in my ass, rough and deep until I scream for mercy, and then use that holy water over there to piss on me, mark me as your sinful slut who needs to be washed clean in the dirtiest way possible,” I begged, my words explicit and raw, my face inches from his as I stared into his eyes, seeing the conflict melt into pure lust, my own thoughts racing with images of him slamming into me from behind
