Micheal.
“f**k me, Father…”
The words slip from her lips like a prayer gone wrong, weak and breathless after her orgasm, but they hit me like a lightning bolt.
She’s wanted this—me—from the start, from that donation, that front pew stare. Even if she hadn’t said it, I’d still f**k her, ruin her like the little lamb w***e she’s becoming, despite her innocence.
She sits up fast, her hands fumbling with my belt, fingers quick and desperate as she unbuckles it.
I rip open my shirt, buttons scattering, exposing my chest, and my c**k springs free, hard and swollen, shooting straight at her face like it’s got a target.
“It’s big…” she whispers, eyes wide, staring at the thick length, veined and throbbing, precum beading at the tip.
“I know, princess,” I growl, “Now do me the honor of su
