"Since I walked in," I admitted breathlessly. "Since I heard your voice. I'm always wet for you, Gabriel. Always."
That confession broke something in him. He hooked his fingers in my panties and yanked them down my legs, letting them fall to the floor beside his collar. Then he was lifting me completely, my back pressed against the confessional booth, my legs wrapping around his waist.
With one hand, he freed his c**k from beneath his cassock. I didn't get a good look at it in the shadows, but I felt it—thick and hard and pressing against my entrance.
"Last chance," he said, his forehead against mine. "Tell me to stop and I will. We can pretend this never happened."
"I don't want to pretend." I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. "I want this. I want you. Please, Gabriel. I nee
