Sinner (Priest, #2)

by Sierra Simone

What do I believe in? Money. Sex. Macallan 18. They have words for men like me—playboy. Womanizer. Skirt chaser. My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me. Sinner.

I’m a sinner with a dimpled smile and perfect hair, and I know how to make sin feel like heaven.

“I think you’re more than pretty. I think you’re fucking gorgeous, and you’re not impressed by me, which makes me want to work very, very hard to impress you. I want to impress you with my mouth…”

and impress you with my fingers…”

“…and with every other part of my body.”

“And I do want to get to know you better. I want to know if you scream or if you moan when you come; I want to know if you prefer my mouth or my hands; I want to know if you like it deep and slow or fast and hard.”

She swallows, her eyes searching mine in fast, dazed flicks. “And right now I can see the V between your thighs under that dress, and all I want to do is press my cock against it. I want to see if you’re sensitive enough that I can get you off through the silk; I want to see if I can lick you through the fabric.” I lower my voice. “I want to taste you. I want to taste you so badly that I’m hard just thinking about it. I want to see how your little pussy unfurls when I part it with my fingers. I want to know if your clit gets hard and plump when I suck on it. I want you to feel the place my nose presses into you as I eat you out from the front…and from behind.”

pulse. “Oh.” Valdman tilts his head at me. “How do you know her again?” I answer as I’m walking out of the door. “She’s my best friend’s little sister.” “Careful, son,” he calls after me. “Remember the deal comes first.”

Fine then. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you today,” I say, watching her blanch with surprise at my blunt lewdness. “I can’t stop thinking about pushing that jumper up to your waist and nuzzling into your cunt until my face smells like you. I want to bite your tits through that white shirt. I want to see that cross necklace sliding around your collarbone as I find out if you prefer two fingers or three.”

“Has Elijah told you how many women I’ve fucked? How many women I’ve made come? It’s a big number, Zenny, because I love to fuck. I love to make women come. I love to see their snug little cunts. I love to taste them and push my big cock into them until they stretch. I love having my hands full of their hair while I fuck their mouths. I love feeling a girl’s ass clench around my finger as I tongue her clit.”

The moment her lips touch mine, I’m lost. To myself, to her, to any memory of what is right or true or necessary.

Like sliding my fingers under the elastic and finding out for myself if she’s shaved smooth or fuzzed with hair, if she’s wet and slick, if her clit is big and needy for rubs and kisses.

Fuck, I want to see it. I want to see her pussy. It’s suddenly all I can think about, all I can want or crave, just one glimpse—just a peek. “I want to see your cunt,” I say hoarsely, lifting my head. “My…cunt?”

“I want you to have sex with me,”

saw you, and you were the first boy I ever wanted, Sean. When I was a little girl, I thought we’d get married; when I was old enough to have a real crush, I had a crush on you. When I was in high school, it was you that my body first wanted. And seeing you at the gala was like…like the answer to my prayers.”

“You prayed for doubt?” I ask, hoping she can’t see how boyishly flattered I am. “I prayed for a chance. A chance to prove I was stronger than doubt—but how could I prove it if I never had the doubt in the first place? And then there you are, the first man I ever wanted, the ultimate temptation. Powerful and experienced and so hot I could barely even talk to you without stammering.”

“This mouth. I want to eat it and fuck it and worship it and abuse it.”

The most selfless people, the most driven people, they need permission to take care of themselves; they need someone who will put them first because they won’t do it for themselves.

“I’m not going to take off your underwear. I’m going to peel this silk off you like the skin of a fruit, and then I’m going to eat you. I’m going to suck on you like a plum. I’m going to unwrap you like a Christmas present and then you’ll see what a happy boy I am.”

“This is your cunt, sweetie, and it needs to stay happy. It needs to be licked and kissed and petted. Doesn’t it ache now? Doesn’t it need something?”

“This is your pretty little clit, isn’t it?” I say, circling it with the kind of pressure that sends her toes curling. “It needs to be played with when it gets stiff and needy like this, baby. It needs to be rubbed.”

“What if I showed you where it hurt?” she asks, now guiding my hand to cup her pussy. It’s hot to the touch, even through the denim. She presses my hand against her harder, rubs against it. “If I begged and begged and begged? If I said, just this one time, just this once, teach me how to make my pussy feel better?”

“Baby,” I whisper, wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her steady as I tickle over her slick folds. “My little nun is so wet for me.”

“Is this what you need, sweetheart? For me to finger this virgin pussy?”

“You think you’re ready for two fingers?” I ask. “I—” Her head is rolling back against the wall. “Yes, God, please.” “That’s good,” I tell her. “You need to learn to take more fingers if you’re ever going to grow up and take my cock.”

“Yes, please, please,”

“Are we going to have sex tonight?” my impatient girl asks in the elevator. “I did so well with your fingers.” “Darling, two fingers isn’t even close to my cock,” I inform her smugly. But seeing her disappointment, I assure her “But we’re still going to have lots of fun tonight.” “I want to have sex,” she complains. “Now, Miss Intercourse Doesn’t Define Sex, I thought we agreed that I’d set the pace. And it’s all sex, remember?” She sighs, looking a bit forlorn. “Yes. I remember.” “Good. You’re mine to treasure, sweetheart, and I want to savor each and every part of you as you flower open.”

“What is it, baby?” She bites her lip and then says, “We’re going to have lots of sex, right?” “Lots and lots.” “Then save all the tenderly undressing parts for later. I want you to fuck me now.” She sounds a little grouchy, and I have to laugh. “Such a demanding little virgin,” I murmur, leaning down to nip at her jaw. “I thought I was supposed to be the teacher here, hmm?” “As long as you teach me fast,”

“It’s called Sean Finally Gets to Fuck Zenny in her Nun Outfit.”

“I’ll fuck you anytime you want, little nun,” I say into her ear, my arms cradling her back and head as I drive into her down below, picking up the power and pace and letting her feel my strength. “Anytime you want.”

teeth. “More of these things you’ll miss?” If she hears the bitterness in my voice, she doesn’t let on. “Yes.” I trap her naked form between my arms, bracing my hands at the edge of the counter around her hips. “And what will you miss, Zenny? When you become a nun, when you marry God?”

“Feeling you come inside me. For real.” That makes me pause. Think. Stand up. “Keep going,” I order. “Wondering if you made me pregnant.” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Being pregnant.” Oh my God, this woman. This woman and my poor, aching cock, hard all over again for her. Because of her. I splay my hand across her tummy, low and insistent and selfish. “My baby here?” I ask, in a dangerous purr. “You’d miss feeling my baby grow inside you?” “Yes,” she confesses. “Wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you miss it?” “Of course I would. Of course I do.”

think about it all the time. Every waking moment and then it’s in my dreams too. You carrying my baby. You nursing my baby.”