Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) by B.B. Blaque (best books to read for self development .TXT) 📕

in, at least I’ll be first with everything else . . . feel what a man feels like, baby . . . your first touch of a cock.” His hand moved mine up and down on it and brought it over to cup his balls.

I deserve this. Don’t squeeze. You’ll only die faster, you selfish, lustful bitch!

“You’ve missed so much life livin’ in that convent . . . believe me when I tell ya. I woulda fucked you harder than you can even imagine.”

All I could think of was Crucifix and how he fucked me. No man could ever compare and my confession and penance were for him alone.

Stroke. Stroke. Up. Down.

“That’s it, ya nasty little whore . . . jerk my dick . . . I love havin’ that virgin hand on my shaft. No matter how many cocks they make you take, you’ll always remember your first.”

Yes and your stinky ass isn’t him.

My hand was stilled. He stepped back and started running the head of his cock around my lips and pressing in the middle. I wouldn’t open even though I knew that’s what he wanted.

“Come on, baby . . . get your first taste of the big D. I’m sure whoever buys you is gonna want more than that. I’m doin’ you a favor.”

He pushed on my lips and squeezed both cheeks to open my mouth. Then he was stroking himself on my tongue. “Damn! Your soft tongue almost feels like a pussy. Can you taste the sex . . . smell it? You want it. All women want it. They just have to be shown what they fuckin’ want.”

His hand was rubbing between my legs again.

“Poor little virgin pussy doesn’t even know how it feels to be wet . . . don’t worry, I’ll get ya wet.” He jerked me around on the bed and held my legs up with one hand. “You’re gonna make me come . . . I’ll be the first for that too. This is one from the bucket list, for fuck sure! Check it off!”

That’s when I felt his cock touch my pussy. He was done with his hands. The head was sliding into all my folds and every so often he’d barely penetrate my hole. His breathing was getting faster and I could hear a rustling noise. I knew he was jerking off while he defiled me.

You’re long past defiled and you know it.

“God damn! I wish I could just slam into that tight snatch! I’ve wanted to fuck you for days and those rich assholes and priests are gonna get you.” He started to rock himself hard on my pussy and every time he penetrated me, it was a little deeper. “I’m gonna drench that slit in cum, but you’ll still be holy or whatever.”

He didn’t say anything else and I lay there silently crying and prayed for Crucifix. I was just grateful the ogre didn’t push all the way in and feel I wasn’t a virgin. Thank you, Jesus, for not letting him say anything about the lash marks. I hoped he’d come soon and leave me alone again. The guard’s breathing was louder and getting faster in rhythm with his movements. Then he climbed over me and leaned into my face.

“You know they’re gonna make you a whore after they wreck that hole. You’ll make them priests so much fuckin’ money.” He shoved his cock into my mouth and started to thrust so hard I thought he’d break my neck. “Deep throat that dick, you frigid bitch! You dream about this all the time I’m sure . . . you can’t tell me one of them priests hasn’t come in and fucked you in your sleep. Did you pretend to be asleep and let them use that body to get off with? Don’t lie. There’s no way they didn’t want this snatch. Lookin’ at all those pretty marks on your body, I’d say someone wanted you bad.”

Crucifix wasn’t a priest. I didn’t pretend to be asleep.

I wanted every second of it.

That’s why I’m going to die.

“Now, be a good girl and get ready to swallow. I can’t let them know I’ve been warmin’ you up for ‘em, now can I?” He sat back and pulled me up so my head was just in front of his cock. Then his thrusts started and he fucked my face.

No, it’s not like Crucifix. Nothing like my Gio.

The first spurt of cum hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. His grip tightened on my hair and I did my best to swallow as I felt his cock throb in my mouth. He was growling and grunting as he came and I couldn’t escape it.

When he climbed off of me, I lay there in tears and tried to imagine him away.

“Fuck, bitch! I wish I could be the one!” His voice was further away. “Be damn happy I didn’t just pop in your hole and take a chance of gettin’ you pregnant. They woulda killed both of us. They’re not playin’ around.”

He came over and pulled my habit down. The sound of a belt and zipper let me know he was done. Then there was a knock at the door. I heard his footsteps and the door was opened.

“The Bishop wants to see her in his office.”

Oh, my God! A bishop is involved?

I’m surely going to die.

I didn’t say a word as I walked down the long halls with the lady who’d come to get me. I could still feel his hands on me and wanted nothing more than to shower that vile piece of trash off of me. The lady didn’t speak either, so that was even better. If she’d started talking, I would’ve felt obligated to respond and I didn’t want to.

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