Chapter 2
Elena’s POV.
I coughed hard into the mic right as that first filthy moan ripped out of my throat, turning it into something that sounded like I was just really feeling the spirit.
My face burned but my p***y was already clenching around nothing, dripping down my thighs under the robe while the organ kept pumping out the hymn like nothing was happening.
Fuck, his fingers are right there, playing with my cunt in the middle of church.
Pastor Damien didn’t miss a beat.
His deep preaching voice rolled out steady and commanding over the speakers, all fire and brimstone about resisting sin, while his thick tattooed fingers shoved my soaked panties to the side and dragged rough along my slippery p***y lips.
“That’s right, brothers and sisters,” he growled into his own mic, “th
