Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,78

dipping my fingers inside her pussy. Faith is slick, hot, and not pushing me away, and I’m eager and ready to devour her pussy until she’s whimpering, writhing, and coming in my mouth.

Chapter Twelve

Sister Faith

The sensation of Emily’s sharp little tongue flicking at my clit has my eyes rolling back in my head. I shouldn’t be allowing her to do these things, period, let alone to me, but God, help me, I don’t want her to stop. Deft fingers curve up inside me, pressing against my inner wall, and the moan I never intended to make vibrates in my throat. I feel her lips widen into a smile against my pussy, and she sucks on my clit, nearly making me see stars.

I lean back on the bed and spread my legs to give her better access. It’s as though the devil has taken over my body and is also inhabiting the Daughter of Christ currently on her knees in front of me, making love to me with her mouth and fingers. My breath escapes in sharp gasps as I lie back on the mattress.

Emily pulls me toward her with her free hand, which she then slides up the length of my habit to grasp my breast. What is happening to me? Wicked hands and a sinful mouth have me in their thrall, determined to wring the orgasm from my body as I speed toward my own damnation in the form of sinful pleasure.

I cry out when the orgasm peaks, and my pussy contracts around Emily’s fingers, but she allows me no reprieve. She withdraws her fingers and delves her hot wet tongue into my pulsing opening, diligently lapping at the juices and making love to me with the powerful muscle, working my body until I’m convulsing again, this time coming in her mouth.

Emily withdraws her tongue, pushes my legs wider with her hand before inserting her fingers again. Her other hand continues to massage my breasts, switching between the two, and pinching and stroking my tight nipples with her fingertips. I can’t see what she’s doing, her form is still cocooned beneath my habit, but I can feel everything she does. I succumb to the sensations she’s wreaking on me and the carnal sin rampant within me, focused at the point between my legs.

Slowly, Emily slides her tongue farther down, past where her fingers are pumping steadily and rhythmically in and out. I tense when she licks at the forbidden, untouched place, and I shudder when she uses the tip of her tongue to swirl around it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, attempting to sit up, but she doesn’t let me, curving her fingers inside me and lightly pinching my nipple.

“I’m thanking you and showing you how repentant I am,” she says, blowing warm air over my clit.

“You should st-stop,” I tell her, moaning when she latches on again, sucking and swirling around the sensitive nub, driving me to distraction.

Emily’s devious chuckle vibrates through me as I come again. I can barely think straight even to stop her when she pokes at my asshole with her slick finger and slides it slowly inside while continuing to render me speechless and immobile with orgasms.

Her movements slow as I shudder through a weak orgasm and she finally stops. Then lifting the hem of my habit from over her head, she crawls onto the bed and straddles my hips. I look up at her, noticing her messy brown hair and glistening lips. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, and every part of me is tingling with aftershocks.

Leaning forward, she kisses me with her wet lips, seeking entrance to my mouth before plunging her tongue so deep inside that I can taste the sweet juices of the forbidden fruit on it. This is what she has reduced me to, a puddle of illicit desire that she’s so carefully bestowed on me. Emily has doomed herself in the eyes of God with her behavior, and now she’s dragged me down with her. I break the kiss, gasping for air and desperately scrambling to hold together the shattered pieces of my soul, but I’m unable to find purchase anywhere apart from around the hips of the woman sitting astride me.

“If we get caught…” I begin, a note of warning in my tone, but she cuts me off with a kiss.

Her hands shove my habit up to my waist, and I find myself doing the same with hers. I’ve lost myself to this moment, and this