K. Bromberg - Bend

“I asked you first. Why do you come ?”

She stared at me for a moment, her tongue running against her lips, wetting them. “Forgiveness for the sexual thoughts that run rampant through my mind. I think the Devil is playing with me. His fires burn me from within.”

I swallowed hard, forcing my hands to keep still. After such a confession, I wanted to turn the heat up on her fire.

“Why are you here?”

I thought on it for a moment. There were many reasons. “Hope and guidance, and recently, forgiveness for my desire to corrupt what appears to be an innocent soul with sexual deviancy.”

She nodded. “The Devil has you as well.”

“A deadly sin has me— lust . It makes me a devil possessed with the desire for a woman’s body to be wrapped around mine. You have me.”

She smiled. “Then Hope has you.”

“I need Hope in my life.” My voice was low.

Her eyes widened. “You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

I pushed her down onto the bench and trapped her body with mine, then crashed my lips to hers. My whole body shook, hands gripped tight at her waist. Her mouth was sweet, and I wanted to taste every inch.

“Oh, I know exactly what I mean. I want you .”

“Jared.”

My fingers dug in as I shuddered. The airy, wild way she said my name shot straight to my dick, rocking my whole body on the way down.

I nipped her bottom lip. “Say it again.”

Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me down to her as she arched up, eyes locked with mine. “Jared.”

I reached down and grabbed her thigh, pulling it up and spreading her legs to get between them. With a thrust of my hips, my covered cock pressed against the warm heat of her pussy. I groaned and took her lips as my arms pulled her closer.

Making out became dry humping in seconds. Her hands clawed at me, her body trying to meld with mine.

I reached between us and popped open my jeans. I needed her, was desperate for her.

The loud clang of the church door closing echoed around, and we froze. After a quick pause to listen, my head popped up over the back of the pew. There was no one to be seen, but the faint clack of more than one set of footsteps on the stairs alerted me to people being near.

Looking back down at Hope made me groan and press into her.

“Fuck, baby.”

Her eyes were heavy and dark, and her fingers played with the waist of my jeans, pulling me to her. I took hold of her hands and lifted her up, wrapping them around my neck until she was standing. When she stood on her tippy toes to kiss me, I didn’t have to lean down as far to close the half-foot height gap between us.

“Come on. Let’s find somewhere a little more private.” Fuck, I was going to explode if I didn’t get inside her now.

I scanned the huge room, looking for some place to hide away. There was always the bathroom, but my gaze landed on the ornate, carved dark wood of the confessional booth. I took her hand and yanked her down the aisle and into the confined space of the small confessional box. As soon as we were in, I sat in the chair and pulled her down so she was straddling my lap. My hand grabbed behind her neck and brought her lips down to mine.

I wasted no time running my hand along the inside of her thigh and against the part of her that’d been torturing me for days. The heat that radiated off her pussy was intense. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her panties. Her folds were slick, wet with her arousal, and I moaned into her mouth.

“I need in you, now.”

Her hips rocked against my dick, driving me mad. I kissed down her neck, sucking her skin in, biting and marking her as I got my cock out.

I pushed her hips down, impaling her with my cock. She drew in a hard, sharp breath that turned into a shuddering, guttural moan. The sound, combined with her tight, wet walls squeezing me, was overwhelming. I groaned, my eyes rolling back, head resting against the confessional chair.

Fucking perfection.

The fires of hell felt heavenly with her wrapped around me.

“Ride me, baby,” I whispered against her skin.

I dug my fingers into her hips and guided her up and down my cock. My grip moved around to her ass, forcing her down as I thrust up. Little moans and whimpers came from her open mouth as she bounced on me.

Every feeling was too much. I didn’t know if I was going to go insane or not before I came. I picked up the pace—harder, faster, pull, thrust. The booth shook around us, her pussy clamped down on me, and she threw her head back in a silent scream.

The pulsing waves of her walls milked me, and I wanted to give it what it asked for.

“Are you on birth control?” A little late to ask, but her answer would make a big difference.

She nodded, uttering a barely audible “yes” as she continued to move up and down on my cock, still shaking from her orgasm.

“Good, because I’m going to fill your pussy up.”

My muscles were flexing and tight, my cock harder than it’d ever been. My thighs were burning, tired, and my balls were high. The pressure was too much, and I let go, roaring as I pulled her down hard and pushed up, burying my cock all the way in. Jizz shot out and into her—exactly where it needed to be.

She fell against me as we relaxed, and her head nestled in the crook of my neck. Neither of us moved as we caught our breath. I kissed down her neck, licking and nipping the whole way, tasting her as my hand moved up and down her back. She felt so perfect in my arms.

“I’m not done. I want more. Can we go to your place?”

She shook her head against my neck. “My roommate is home.” I cursed, wishing she lived alone. “We can go to your place.”

I laughed, my dick not liking the lack of privacy. I wanted to take my time and consume her.

“I’m living with my mom right now.” My eyes widened, and I moved my arm to look at my watch. “Shit. I have to go.”

She froze, her face dropping. “Oh. Okay.” Everything about her became stiff. She started to get up, but I pulled her back down and to my chest, pressing my lips to hers. She sighed and melted against me.

“My mom has an appointment with her oncologist.”

She blinked at me and nodded slowly in understanding. “Is she okay?”

“Not right now.”

She trailed kisses down my neck, and I nuzzled hers. Somehow she knew I didn’t want to talk about it but needed comfort at the same time.

A few minutes passed, and I helped her straighten her clothes out before stuffing my dick back in my jeans. When she was done throwing her hair back into a ponytail, I opened the door, the old hinges creaking loud and reverberating around.

Hope slid out, then me, and I ran right into her back. She’d stopped just outside the booth. Multiple sets of eyes stared at us, including one of the priest’s.

I smiled and nodded to them, then grabbed her hand and walked out.

“Well, guess I’m not going back there,” I said as we ran down the steps.

Her cheeks were bright red, hand over her mouth in horror. “That was the priest who did my Confirmation!”

I pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers. “That’s a bit mortifying. Especially because you weren’t all that quiet.”

She swatted my chest. “Yeah, well, you’re the one who made me make those noises.”

I grinned. “Oh, I know, and I plan on doing it again. So, when are you free this week?”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Why?”

“Because I really want to see you again. And as soon as possible. Like tonight.”

She smiled and looked down at the sidewalk. Fuck, she was cute when embarrassed. Her eyes widened, and her mouth popped open as she looked down.

“Oh, no…” Her legs snapped closed, thighs clenching.