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“Peyton and Hudson are welcome to use the spare rooms at our house until we can get your house fixed and livable again. I promise we will take really good care of your daughter.” Call me crazy, but I get a sense that the priest had a hidden meaning in his statement.
“You know the walls are just as thin at my dad’s as they are at Van and Kye’s.” It takes my meaning three seconds to sink before her eyes are wide and her cheeks turn red. “Next time you want to get off, come knock on my door. I’d be all too happy to get on my knees for you, Pey. Or, if you like, I can chase you through the woods out back to embrace that kink of yours you told your friends about last week.”
“God, save me,” I mumble against his chest. Van snorts. “Let’s not bring the big man into this. He doesn’t need to see his priest defiling one of his subjects.”
How can he hold that holy book with the same fingers he had inside me last night?
Forgive me, Father, for I feel no guilt over sinning and claiming this pussy.
“This bloody little cunt belongs to us now. You made a sinner out of me, and I’ll continue to sin just so I can taste the blood of Christ from that cunt.” My jaw unhinges. He pulls back, then pushes a finger inside my pussy, drawing a sharp cry from me. Before I can question him, he withdraws his finger, then brings that finger to my forehead. I nearly crumble to the forest floor when I realize what he drew on my forehead. He used my blood to draw a fucking cross!
“Relax, I need to taste this cunt, the blood of Christ is the most holy thing. Never deny me my taste of it.”
Look at me now, Mom, bet you wished I was cursing now instead of taking three cocks.
I’ll lose the collar for her and continue to sin. I have no doubt in my mind that Peyton Jordan will be ours.
“Bunny, you made me a Dirty Priest and now you have to deal with the aftermath of your creation. Now, get your ass into my office and bend over that desk. We have to punish you for leaving.” She scoffs. “You lied to me!” “You took our pussy away,” Hudson snarks. “I can’t,” she mumbles. “Why the hell not?” Kye snaps. “I’m on my period,” she mutters. Laughter comes from the other two as I smile down at her. “Oh, baby, allow me to feast on the blood of Christ one last time in this place and mark you with the holy cross.”
