Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
“I won’t do that in church!”
“Pity. I’m sure you can gather the information by yourself.” He made a move as if to leave the confessional.
I grabbed his arm. “No.”
Lorcan locked the booth once more and smirked down at me. “You want information, and I want to spill my come down your throat right here, right now.”
I closed my eyes briefly, trying to forget where we were. This could be a dressing room or some sort of other booth.
“Are you praying?”
I opened my eyes and got down on my knees before I could change my mind. In the dim light, I could see Lorcan removing his huge member from the confines of his fine dress pants. My mouth almost watered at the sight. What was wrong with me? I’d never been like this. Guilt reared its head. We were in a church, and I was hungry for Lorcan’s dick.
“Suck my cock,” he ordered.
I gave him a disbelieving look. “Aren’t you feeling the slightest bit guilty? We’re in church.”
“And I’m sure spilling my cum down your sweet throat will make me sing hallelujah. Now suck me.”
I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He smelled of soap as if he’d cleaned himself right before Mass because he knew I’d have his cock in my mouth right after. I circled his tip and sucked on it while my hand cupped his balls.
“Deeper.”
Lorcan cupped the back of my head and slowly worked his shaft into my mouth until I choked and coughed. I was starting to get into it, and Lorcan too, judging by his low breathing. He halted, allowing me to find a slow rhythm with him so deep in my mouth.
“Good, Aislinn. This is so fucking good.”
I hummed, my core clenching at his praise.
Steps sounded and a door creaked…the door to the booth on the other side of the confessional.
I tensed and pulled away, but Lorcan bent down. “If you stop before I tell you to, I won’t give you the information.”
“This is blasphemous,” I muttered.
“You really think God doesn’t have bigger problems than two people getting it on in a man-made confessional?”
“I’m here to listen to your sins,” Gulliver said.
I shook my head, my lips stilling on Lorcan’s tip.
“Oh, Father, I have sinned,” Lorcan droned as he gripped my head and slid his tip into my mouth. The saltiness of his arousal bloomed on my tongue.
He raked his fingers through my hair, nudging me forward, beckoning me to take even more of him into my mouth. His tip pressed against the back of my throat, and I fought my gag reflex from fear of making a sound. My eyes watered as he took my mouth with deep, slow thrusts.
“Son, I’m here to take your confession,” Uncle Gulliver said.
I closed my eyes as Lorcan’s cock stroked along my tongue and pressed against the back of my throat.
“I threw someone into the Hudson a couple of days ago, with a rock attached to his feet.”
My eyes shot open and locked on Lorcan. He, too, was watching me, a smirk playing on his face as he took my mouth while confessing gruesome crimes. He kept talking, revealing more horrors in a calm, unapologetic voice, and I kept sucking him. To my horror, I soon became uncomfortably damp between my legs. Despite his horrendous words, my body responded to Lorcan, as always.
Maybe I was as monstrous as my husband.
“Oh, Father,” Lorcan said, sounding tormented but the vibration in his voice wasn’t from restrained emotion. His balls pulsated under my fingers, and then he spilled into me. I had trouble swallowing with his cock buried so deeply in my mouth. Lorcan pulled out a bit only to establish a slower rhythm of pumping into me, still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. I didn’t shy away, kept sucking him. By now, my arousal trickled out of me and so were the tears. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, what it was doing to me.
I’d waited for marriage to have sex—albeit not intentionally, but I’d given it up for all the wrong reasons to the wrong man. And worst of all, I enjoyed it. Lorcan stilled, his eyes closed and his chest heaving. When his eyes opened again, they held the same hunger as before, and my body exploded with bone-deep need.
“I need time to think about my sins. Give me a moment,” Lorcan drawled, not even hesitating to lie to a priest. I wasn’t sure why this even still surprised me.
“Of course, son.”
I almost rolled my eyes at Gulliver’s benevolent tone, when he usually always bowed to Lorcan’s every command.
Lorcan stroked my hair as if I were a good kitty cat. I sat back and let his cock slide out of my mouth. I wiped my mouth in disgust, furious at my husband, at my body, at the situation Imogen put me in. I shoved to my feet, righted my clothes and my hair, and left the confessional before Lorcan could force me to do more. But what could possibly be worse than what we had already done? Maybe he’d fuck me right on the altar?