She paused before deliberately gyrating again. I hissed through my teeth.
“I’m not joking, angel.”
“Well, neither am I,” Katarina said, and looked over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were hooded, her lips pink and rosy with arousal. “I’m so tired of being scared and worried. I want to feel something good. I want to feel you.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, her words sinking through my worthless body and embedding in my soul.
“Angel... you—you’ll be the death of me, and I’ll go smiling,” I whispered, and slid the hand I had on her waist under the elastic of her sweatpants.
Her panties were damp. My girl was wet and desperate for me.
I inched my fingers under that cotton and finally found her cunt, hot and wet and mine.
Ghosting my fingers leisurely down her slit, I watched her close her eyes and gasp softly. I nipped her earlobe with my teeth.
“Don’t be a naughty girl in church. Pay attention,” I teased, and sank a finger inside her.
She was still tight, but there was something about that slick grip that told me she’d accommodate me. Because she wanted it to be me. She wanted me inside her.
The thought nearly shredded my last vestige of self-control.
“Lose the bottom half,” I told her in a rough whisper. I unbuttoned my cassock, jerking down the fly of my pants and pulling my drooling cock free.
She stood between my legs and jerked down her pants and panties. I cupped her beautiful ass, pulling the cheeks apart to see her pretty holes.
“I can’t wait for you one more day,micetta. I’ve been waiting for you my entire life, and I’m finished. You’ve ruined me,” I murmured.
I tugged her back to my lap, this time, facing me. I cupped her face and kissed her. She settled herself on me, her bare pussy pressing against my red, angry cock. Nothing between us, finally.
She slid up and down me, coating me with her juices, until I was slick and ready. I dipped my hips and angled the head of my cock just inside her. I fucked her shallowly, just the tip entering her sacred cunt. My hand strayed to her clit, and I rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles.
She whimpered, a soft, vulnerable thing, and I twisted her head with my free hand to hold her mouth near mine.
“What do you want, Katarina?” I asked.
“I want more,” she moaned on my lips. “I want all of it.”
“Not here,” I whispered. I had grand plans for fucking this girl for the first time. I needed my own bed and uninterrupted time... days of it. I needed a bath nearby to ease the aches, and fresh sheets to make her comfortable on again before I fucked her once more. I needed time to fit her cunt to me so carefully, she’d understand that it could never take in someone else. I had to make her as desperate for me as I was for her.
“Yes, here. I’m tired of everything but,” she grumbled, attempting to sink farther onto me.
“Oh, you are, are you?” At her disgruntled tone, a chuckle rose in my chest.
“Yes, I am. I want more, and you’re going to give it to me,” she announced against my lips.
I could feel her smile stretching over mine.
“Hmm,” I said, the desire to do just that burning through me.
The effort of holding back was nearly painful. The lower half of my cock throbbed and burned, desperate to be buried inside the object of my obsession. My addiction. My fascination. My affection. She was all of them at once.
“You think I’ll just give you what you want? We have no protection, angel.” It had been so long since I’d fucked someone I didn’t even carry condoms, and I certainly didn’t bring any on a job. That part of my life had fallen away, not that I’d been overly interested in it to begin with. Still, as the throes of youth faded, my drive for vengeance, and to find a good way to die, had overtaken everything else inside my head. Even my body had been subject to that strict control.
“I don’t care. I haven’t had a period in years,” she said.
That stilled me. “You haven’t? That’s something we’ll have to see to,micetta,” I said, breathing on her forehead, concern tugging at me. “When we get out of here, I’m going to take good care of you, angel. You just have to let me.”
She pushed down on me once more, taking advantage of my stillness to make me sink farther inside.