Priest (Priest, #1)

by Sierra Simone

There is sex, more sex, and definitely some blasphemy. (The fun kind.)

My name is Tyler Anselm Bell. I’m twenty-nine years old. I have a bachelor’s degree in classical languages and a Master of Divinity degree. I’ve been at my parish since I was ordained three years back, and I love it here.

I want my dick in that mouth. I want that mouth crying my name. I want⁠—

“And what about an unbelievably hot priest? Is that a sound reason for exploring the Church?” I must have looked horrified—mostly

Si vis amari, ama.”

I knelt down behind her and spread her legs, spread them so that her cunt was gloriously bared to me. “My little lamb,” I whispered. “You are so very, very wet right now.”

it was fucking quivering, pink and soft and quivering right in front of my face.

clit again, groaning inwardly when I found that it was still a swollen, hot button of need.

“But I won’t lie. It makes me hard as fuck knowing that I was the first man to taste you.”

Be good be good be good, I told myself as I approached her. Don’t jump her bones. Don’t fantasize about fucking her tits. Be a good priest.

“I shouldn’t put you over my lap and spank your ass for being a brazen little slut and coming here without a bra,” I growled in her ear. “I shouldn’t twist ropes around your wrists and ankles until your cunt is exposed and then screw you until you can’t walk anymore. I shouldn’t flip you over and fuck your ass until your eyes water. I shouldn’t drive you down to the strip club and fuck you in the back room, so that you’ll forget all about Sterling and the only name you’ll remember to say is mine.” I lightly bit her nipple again. “Or God’s.”

One and a half inches of damnation, and all I could think about was sinking deeper into hell.

“Stay the fuck still, or I’m going to come before I want to, and if that happens, then I will take you over my knee and spank your ass until you learn how to listen,”

“Maybe it wasn’t the celibacy gene,” I said more to myself than to her. “Maybe it’s just that I was always waiting for you.”

“God is bigger than our sins. God wants you as you are—stumbling, sinning, confused. All He asks of us is love—love for Him, love for others, and love for ourselves. He asks us to lay down our lives—not to live like ascetics, devoid of any pleasure or joy, but to give Him our lives so that He may increase our joy and increase our love.”

“Marry me, lamb. Say yes.”

“Si vis amari, ama,” you tell me. If you wish to be loved, love.

Words we exchanged what feels like a million years ago. It was your love that brought us back together, your unflagging love that lasted through my deception and my seclusion. I’d thought I was making the right sacrifices for you to be with God, but I was wrong the whole time. Now we are both with God and we are together, giving up our individual lives today to fuse into one eternal soul.