Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
No, I needed her desperate. I needed her aching for me at all times and completely subservient.
“Look at me,” I growled when her eyes slid closed and immediately, they opened and I could see the desperation and need reflecting back at me.
My balls drew up close to my body as my orgasm neared and I was ready to spill my seed down her throat.
“I’m going to come,” I said. “Swallow.”
Her fingers tightened on my thighs, and when a single tear escaped from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek, I came harder than I had in a very long time. My teeth gritted as I suppressed the need to yell out my orgasm, and I rode it out, fucking her face over and over until the waves of pleasure finally subsided.
Bless her, she never stopped sucking. I felt her swallow a few times, and she took as much as she could, but when I pulled my cock out of her mouth, there was a single line of my cum running down her chin.
I reached out to her face, gathering my cum with my thumb, and pushed it back between her lips. Without looking away, she sucked my thumb clean.
“Good girl,” I said, running my hand over her hair, and she leaned in, touch-starved and desperate for the praise.
She said nothing, her eyes going back down to the floor as she stood.
“Remember what I said.” I reached back under her skirt, and just as I suspected, her pussy was dripping wet, practically gushing. All it would take was a few thrusts of my fingers, or even strokes of my tongue, and she would come apart for me so beautifully. It was tempting. Her pussy would taste fantastic, but I had places to be, and I was already running late.
“Remember what I told you?” I asked.
“No one touches me but you, not even myself,” she said.
“Good girl. If you lie to me, or take what is mine, I’ll know.”
I circled her clit a few times, just to feel her legs shake, and then I let go and straightened her dress.
“Go get cleaned up before your mommy sees you like this,” I taunted. “I’ll see you at confession tomorrow.”
CHAPTER 12
THOMAS
Today was never going to fucking end.
I was unnerved by how much I enjoyed Rose’s mouth. It was hardly the first time I had gotten head. It wasn’t like I actually took any of my vows seriously.
Hell, seminary school had been the most thorough sex education a man could get.
If I was being objective about it, her mouth wasn’t the most skilled that had ever sucked my cock. That honor belonged to one of the bishop’s illegitimate daughters. But there was something different about Rose. She wasn’t like the whores and sluts who worked out their daddy issues on the cocks of priests. She wasn’t plastic like the other dolls of the Upper East Side. Nothing about her screamed fake or empty. She wasn’t on her knees trying to fill a void; she wanted to follow my orders.
She wanted to earn my praise.
Fuck, I didn’t know what made me want her, but it didn’t matter. I stuck to the plan, more or less. I held my shit together and made her feel what I needed her to feel. The seeds of desire, doubt, and anger were all sown exactly where I needed them to be.
So why was I so pissed off?
I stormed through the rectory’s hallways, making sure my rage was painted on my face so the few old fucks who still roamed the halls would give me a wide berth.
When I got to my room, the lights were off, but I knew exactly where my unwelcome visitor sat, waiting for me.
“Your men fucked up,” I said as I crossed to the crystal decanter of whisky on the bookshelf and poured myself a drink.
The room flooded with light as Declan turned on the lamp and stood to his full height, as if that was supposed to intimidate me. He didn’t scare me. He might be the leader of the fucking Irish mafia in New York, but I was a man of God, and going against me was fucking stupid when your own people were so soaked in whisky-flavored Catholic guilt.
“You wanted her scared. My men scared her,” he said, shoving past me and pouring himself a drink. Him not saying anything about my tardiness told me he knew that his men had fucked up.
“By all means, help yourself,” I sneered. I tossed back my drink then ripped the decanter out of his hand and refilled my glass before handing it back.
“Oh, I intend to, and we need to have a little come-to-Jesus moment,” he said, refilling his own cup and then moving to the couch opposite where I sat. “Did you have to be so rough with them? They’re new.”