Her lips are as tantalizing as I imagined them to be. Fiery, so damn delicious, and when she kisses me back, it only makes me want her more. Even though it feels wrong, I can’t stop, and I won’t. Her mouth is so sweet and everything I hoped it to be.

My tongue darts out to lick her lips, eager to find its way in. Her lips part, allowing me to slip through and claim her mouth as mine. And fuck me … does it feel good.

As I come closer, her fingers grasp my shirt and pull me in. Our mouths are locked in a lustful battle, needing more and more. Heated kisses make my body crave hers, and my hand instinctively reaches down her chest, brushing my fingers along her tits before letting my fingers slide up her blouse.

I lick the roof of her mouth, and when she moans, my cock responds with a thump in my pants, wanting out so badly. I groan when her hand travels down and grabs my dick.

“Fuck,” I hiss against her lips.

She grins and kisses me again, rubbing my length through the fabric, and fuck me, does it feel good. I immediately reach for her tits, not caring about her blouse and bra still being in the way, and I squeeze them tight. The more I touch her, the more I can forget about my troubles, and the more I want to be deep inside her.

“You don’t know how fucking long I’ve wanted to do this,” I murmur as my lips travel along her neck.

“How long?”

“Since the first time I saw you.”

“I know … I’ve seen you looking … that’s why I did all those dirty things with you.”

I lift my head and look into her mischievous eyes. “Then why did you ask?”

“I just like to hear how much you’ve been craving me,” she teases with a smirk, and it makes me wanna smash my lips to hers again.

“You should be more careful, taunting me like that. Unless you’re okay with committing the dirtiest of sins … right here in church.”

“Right here?” she moans.

“Yeah, did you think I’d let you go anywhere? Not a chance,” I growl, placing a few hot kisses on her neck and shoulder.

“Fuck … I don’t think I’d be able to say no, even if I wanted to,” she mutters as I massage her tits.

I chuckle and whisper into her ear, “So you want me to fuck you?”

“Is that wrong? Is it wrong that I’ve been fantasizing about being fucked by a preacher?” She rubs me so hard my cock is stiff as wood.

“Fuck no,” I say, grinning against her skin as I give her another kiss. “I’m about to make both our fantasies come true.”

I flick her bra to the side and let my hands roam free, brushing past her nipples until they harden. With my other hand, I grab her hair and pull her head back, grunting as I lick her skin. I feel like an animal, but I don’t even care anymore. All I want is to bend her over and fuck her in every goddamn hole until I’m sated. Right here, right now.

Does that make me a bastard?

Maybe.

But this church has seen worse.

Much, much worse.

I know so because I was the cause. Just like I’m the cause to her sitting right here in my arms, waiting to be taken. My desires drew her in like a moth to a flame, and her willingness to be naughty only made me that much more interested in her.

But now I’m tired of waiting. I’m going to take it all.

Except for the moment I wanna rip her blouse off, a door opens to the left, and I scramble to take my hand out of her blouse. “Shit,” I hiss.

“What the fuck?” she mutters, and I place a hand over her mouth, shushing her.

“Quiet. It’s Mother.” I place a finger on my lips, and she nods. “I’ll take care of this.”

I slip off the bench and will my dick to go down as I watch Mother walk out into the main area. I meet her halfway, and she gives me this peculiar look like I’m not supposed to be here.

“Still here?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say with an awkward smile as I walk beside her. “I’m not interested in going out tonight.”

“Well, that’s a first,” she scoffs. She briefly glances at Laura, whose face is completely red, and they both wave at each other.

“I’m going to meet the girls,” Mother says.

Girls. I snort. They’re not even close to young.

I guess she means the women she plays bridge with.

“I know,” I say, accompanying her.

“I told Carl he could go, so he went out the backdoor. I’ve already locked it. But if you’re staying here, I don’t need to lock the front, do I?”

“No, I’ll take care of that,” I say. “You go out and have fun.”

Right before we arrive at the big doors, she turns around and asks, “Are you sure? I mean… I’m a bit worried about you.”

“Yes, it’s fine! I’m feeling great.”

“Are you sure?”

I roll my eyes and put my arm around her shoulder, opening the door for her. “Yes. Now go out and have some fun, will you? I’ll watch over the church; don’t worry.”

“All right,” she says as she scurries out. “Don’t stay up too late. You need a good night’s sleep. Maybe it’ll finally be a new beginning for you.”

“Uh-huh … I will,” I reply, and I wave goodbye before slamming the door and locking it with the key I’ve got stashed in my pocket.

When I’m sure Margaret’s gone, I turn around and see Laura standing in the middle of the hall, staring at me.

I don’t wait.

I’m so tired of fucking waiting that I do the first thing that comes to my mind.

I run toward her and grab her, lifting her up, and I smash my lips to hers and kiss her like the hungry wolf I am. She wraps her legs around my waist as I take her bottom lip between my teeth and nibble, wanting to taste every inch of her. I can’t get enough; that’s how horny I am… or maybe I’m addicted to her.

Kissing her as I go, I carry her all the way to the front of the church until her back hits the altar. There, I set her down right on top of the white cloth. In one fell swoop, I manage to chuck almost all the items off, including a chalice and a few unlit candles.

“We’re desecrating holy ground,” she murmurs as I continue to steal kisses from her.

“If you’re gonna do it, you’d better do it good,” I growl back, grinning against her skin as I let my lips roam free. She moans out loud as I reach her tits and grasp her ass at the same time. Squeezing firmly, I assert my dominion over her body. With my teeth, I tear off the buttons of her blouse and spit them out, shoving it aside so I can finally touch her naked body.

“Fuck … you’re so fucking delicious,” I whisper as I twist her nipples and kiss her on her stomach.

She squeals and giggles a little. “Jesus, you’re horny.”

“Jesus ain’t horny, babe; it’s all me.” I smirk at her eye-roll, and in one swoop, I’ve ripped down her panties and lifted her skirt, exposing her bare pussy. Licking my lips, I slide my thumb down her slit, making her squirm on the altar.

“I’m gonna fuck that pussy raw,” I growl, rubbing her clit. “But first …” I bend over and kiss right above. “Lemme get a taste.”

My tongue dips out to slowly slide along the edge, making her practically beg for it. Her fingers tangle through my hair as I roll around her clit. She pushes down, unable to stop herself from wanting more. And I definitely have more where that came from.

She tastes delicious … and I like it a lot when she’s a saucy vixen.

“How much do you want it?” I murmur against her sweet, delicate skin.

She mewls. “Fuck, I want you so fucking much.”

I twirl around her clit, expertly avoiding it while watching her face scrunch up from desperation. “Beg for it.”

“Oh, please, give it to me,” she moans, biting her bottom lip.

I lick my lips from excitement, and her taste only turns me on more. So much so that I start rubbing my dick while I’m licking her.

“Call me by my name,” I whisper, planting a kiss on top of her clit.

“Fuck, just give it to me.” Her voice is heady and feverish.

Another quick dip between her slit has her bucking.

“Who?” I muse, sliding my finger along her entrance until she practically leans in to receive it.

“Fuck me, Frank!”

Fuck me; I love it when a woman is so needy that she’d do pretty much anything for it.

What can I say? I’m a sucker for giving a woman everything she needs.

Pleasure. It’s all mine, and I’m claiming her now.