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âGet off my dick and bend over the prayer bench . . . you need to atone, donât you?â I let her go and pushed her over to kneel for me. While she got situated, I grabbed a candle and thought about what I was gonna do. âDonât answer that . . . you know what that filthy mouth can get you.â
I want to hurt her. I want to get rid of the crushing pain in my heart.
Shoulda been simple, âCrucifix, I love you. Iâm staying.â
I pulled her hips back and slammed my cock inside the soaked pussy kneeling in front of me. When I lifted the candle, I didnât give her a headâs up and it was one of the beeswax ones. She shrieked and clamped tight around my cock. Thatâs it, baby. Take the pain you deserve.
âPray that your sins can be washed away . . . you canât help beinâ the filthy whore you are and thatâs why Iâll keep punishing you . . . I donât expect you to ever get it right. Youâll go home when Iâm done with you and finger-fuck that pussy until it floods. Youâll need to confess again sooner or later . . . and Iâll gladly hear you out.â
I was thrustinâ hard and some of the wax fell onto my cock. I slammed in again with more force.
I never got it right. Gingersnap never got it right.
Sister Fiona gets punished and tries to pray me away.
I had to walk away.
âIâll always be into hearinâ about your dirty thoughts and how they make you cream . . . and denyinâ your pleas to come when youâre with me. You have to learn somehow and it wonât be for lack of tryinâ on my end.â
I was gonna let her get almost there and say fuck you, bitch. Nope. You ainât gonna come on my cock and then blow my load down her throat. My belt would get a workout after I was done. It was all goinâ nice-nice, and then a voice came over the intercom and interrupted my roll.
âCrucifix. Ya got company down here.â
Oh, for fuckâs sake! The cocksucker couldnât wait?
âGet ready for communion . . . it appears Iâve got shit to do.â I rammed in a few fast times and was intentionally brutal as I hit bottom. Punish the pussy. I kept thrusting and my mind went to Fi and what a nasty whore she can be for me. How hard she tries to fight it and how bad she wants it. I imagined grabbinâ a fistful of that long red hair and pulled Candy off the kneelinâ bench and in front of my cock. âSuck it . . . drain it dry!â
I came hard down Candyâs throat and held her head firmly against me so she wouldnât be able to dribble a drop. She smacked at her leg and then grabbed my ass in a death grip while I nearly choked her. Then there was Rattlerâs voice on the intercom again.
Motherfucker!
âI told you thereâs company for ya.â
I walked over and pressed the button to call back. âYeah . . . no shit. I got that the first time.â
âItâs a fuckinâ nun . . . like a real one . . . says itâs important. Sheâs freakinâ the fuck out, man. She asked for Giovanni.â
Candy was still on her knees and I went over and ruffled her hair. âSorry, kid. Looks like youâre on your own. Sorry to leave ya hanginâ, but I gotta find out what this shitâs about.â
For the love of all thatâs holy. What the fuck now?
7
Sweet Sister Isabella
I ran downstairs and Hazard grabbed me and pulled me over to the bar. âMan, this lady is losinâ it, broâ! I put her in the champagne room . . . needless to say, she wasnât happy about it. Sheâs a fuckinâ nun! Who woulda ever thought a nun would show up in the Mounds?â
I glanced over to Cassie, raised two fingers, and she brought me a double shot of Jack. Fi wouldnât dare call me Giovanni or come back when weâre open. A random nun showinâ up during business hours and callinâ me by name was at least worth a double shot.
How am I still even standinâ right now?
âYou guys said she was trippinâ⊠did she say what she wanted? I know I didnât knock up any of those black habits.â I tried to joke it off, but I was tryinâ to get some kinda idea before I went back there. âWas she wearinâ a habit? I mean, maybe sheâs fuckinâ with me âcause of my name.â
After the night before and not seeinâ Fi when I went to look at the convent, I was goinâ outta my mind. What she did by cominâ to me that way was crazy and, I didnât want her crazy to get her hurt.
âCrucifix, man, she was wearinâ the whole deal. Sheâs not fuckinâ with you . . . you shoulda seen the look on her face when I took her to the back. Sheâs probably on her knees prayinâ as we speak.â
I had to just go in and see what was up, so I dropped that double shot, lit a smoke, and turned to Hazard. âWell, lemme go check on what this is all about. Wish me luck and say a prayer.â
I didnât give him a chance to answer, just turned and walked to the back. My heart was racinâ as I walked through the beaded curtain to find her sittinâ with her hands clasped. She was prayinâ like Hazard thought sheâd be.
âHi, sister . . . Iâm Giovanni. No disrespect, but I donât go by that name anymore. You can call me Crucifix.â She
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