turned his gaze to me. His ice blue eyes like rays from heaven that stimulated every nerve in my body. My stomach roiled in anticipation, butterflies swarming my core. He gripped me around my small waist, crushing my ribs as he threw me onto his shoulder.
I fought against him, wanting him to fight for me. Wanting him to give me everything I needed.
"Let go of me you fucking animal!" I dug my nails into his back as his shoulder crushed against my ribs.
I squealed and fought, ripping his shirt up to expose my Lord on his back, examining every detail of his ink. I clawed at my Savior, scratching at his face and chest when I felt the breeze across my bare ass from Bryce yanking the hem of my skirt up to my waist. My nails dug harder and then I felt it, my moment at Pentecost, the closest thing I'd ever felt to knowing God. His hand landed on my ass hard as he grunted. My whole body jolted. I felt it in my bones as they rattled inside me, pain ripping up from my ass to my neck. My slick cunt pooled with need, almost to the point of a spiritual climax.
"Sit still and shut your mouth."
His words boomed in my ear but I squirmed once again under his control. I needed more, and I got it. Just when the pain started to subside, his hand marked me again and I screamed as he kicked open the doors of the church into the main foyer. Heat rushed into my face and also between my thighs. I fought against his grip as I relished in the fact of how rough he was with me. Was this the moment? Was this when he'd finally take me? Make me his?
I wanted to fall to my knees and worship him and my God while he fucked me from behind. I wanted to taste the length of his cock as I sucked on it. I wanted him to own my body, my flesh, me.
I kicked and screamed. Knowing nobody could hear me made me need it more. The fear, oh my God, the fucking fear had my pussy quivering with want. Trembling with need. His fingers bruising my ribs, the mystery of him, what he'd seen, the evil things he'd done — had me on the edge of spiritual enlightenment.
He tossed me against the wall and pressed me into it. My large breasts and tight nipples rammed into the drywall. A picture of Christ was above me and I prayed to it, harder than I'd ever prayed in my life. Give me this. Let me have it please, Lord, I beg of you. Grant me this need.
It was pure blasphemy, but I didn't care. My mind was not grounded. Then I felt his breath tickle my ear. "You want it rough?"
I nodded, biting at my lip.
"How bad do you want it?"
"Please, give it to me, Bryce. I need it. I need you."
"That's right. You need a man's dick, don't you."
He ripped my top apart, and then his palms crushed my large breasts, too big for his hands even. My bra was a tangled mess, wrapped around my nipples, squeezing them tight as his hands ran to my skirt and yanked it down my ass, leaving me bare.
Then he pressed his hips into me, his chest driving me into the wall, all the air rushing from my lungs. I pawed at the Lord's picture. Slapping and clawing at it.
"You're gonna scream both of our names before this is over."
His words damn near made me faint. I'd never been so aroused in my life. His rock hard cock pressed against my ass. His fingers dug into my hips. I could also feel his restraint, and his want. He wanted me so fucking bad I could feel it in his touch, but I could also feel that he was torn. He was trying to keep from defiling me in the church, in the presence of God.
I pressed my ass back into him. "Take it! It's yours."
He groaned and I heard his hand whistle through the air. Crack!
His palm on my ass lifted me to my toes and I cried out. Fuck!
"H-harder." I was shaking uncontrollably. Fuzzy stars were in my vision from the stings, but my pussy wanted more. I still felt his reluctance.
"Spank me again. Please!" I drew out my syllables as he backed away. I turned to him in a flash, my breasts bouncing, my bare shaven cunt exposed to him. I leaned back against the wall as I rubbed
I fought against him, wanting him to fight for me. Wanting him to give me everything I needed.
"Let go of me you fucking animal!" I dug my nails into his back as his shoulder crushed against my ribs.
I squealed and fought, ripping his shirt up to expose my Lord on his back, examining every detail of his ink. I clawed at my Savior, scratching at his face and chest when I felt the breeze across my bare ass from Bryce yanking the hem of my skirt up to my waist. My nails dug harder and then I felt it, my moment at Pentecost, the closest thing I'd ever felt to knowing God. His hand landed on my ass hard as he grunted. My whole body jolted. I felt it in my bones as they rattled inside me, pain ripping up from my ass to my neck. My slick cunt pooled with need, almost to the point of a spiritual climax.
"Sit still and shut your mouth."
His words boomed in my ear but I squirmed once again under his control. I needed more, and I got it. Just when the pain started to subside, his hand marked me again and I screamed as he kicked open the doors of the church into the main foyer. Heat rushed into my face and also between my thighs. I fought against his grip as I relished in the fact of how rough he was with me. Was this the moment? Was this when he'd finally take me? Make me his?
I wanted to fall to my knees and worship him and my God while he fucked me from behind. I wanted to taste the length of his cock as I sucked on it. I wanted him to own my body, my flesh, me.
I kicked and screamed. Knowing nobody could hear me made me need it more. The fear, oh my God, the fucking fear had my pussy quivering with want. Trembling with need. His fingers bruising my ribs, the mystery of him, what he'd seen, the evil things he'd done — had me on the edge of spiritual enlightenment.
He tossed me against the wall and pressed me into it. My large breasts and tight nipples rammed into the drywall. A picture of Christ was above me and I prayed to it, harder than I'd ever prayed in my life. Give me this. Let me have it please, Lord, I beg of you. Grant me this need.
It was pure blasphemy, but I didn't care. My mind was not grounded. Then I felt his breath tickle my ear. "You want it rough?"
I nodded, biting at my lip.
"How bad do you want it?"
"Please, give it to me, Bryce. I need it. I need you."
"That's right. You need a man's dick, don't you."
He ripped my top apart, and then his palms crushed my large breasts, too big for his hands even. My bra was a tangled mess, wrapped around my nipples, squeezing them tight as his hands ran to my skirt and yanked it down my ass, leaving me bare.
Then he pressed his hips into me, his chest driving me into the wall, all the air rushing from my lungs. I pawed at the Lord's picture. Slapping and clawing at it.
"You're gonna scream both of our names before this is over."
His words damn near made me faint. I'd never been so aroused in my life. His rock hard cock pressed against my ass. His fingers dug into my hips. I could also feel his restraint, and his want. He wanted me so fucking bad I could feel it in his touch, but I could also feel that he was torn. He was trying to keep from defiling me in the church, in the presence of God.
I pressed my ass back into him. "Take it! It's yours."
He groaned and I heard his hand whistle through the air. Crack!
His palm on my ass lifted me to my toes and I cried out. Fuck!
"H-harder." I was shaking uncontrollably. Fuzzy stars were in my vision from the stings, but my pussy wanted more. I still felt his reluctance.
"Spank me again. Please!" I drew out my syllables as he backed away. I turned to him in a flash, my breasts bouncing, my bare shaven cunt exposed to him. I leaned back against the wall as I rubbed
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