Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) by B.B. Blaque (interesting books to read for teens txt) š
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She was always up for anything and didnāt really complain about too much. Helpinā her atone for some imaginary sins and beatinā her ass for them wasnāt where my head was at. I was too exhausted to fantasize about nunsāGingersnapāand thatās all it was about. It was almost a godsend that I wasnāt into it after my trip. Thinkinā about her and obsessinā on it was a full throttle ride to my own personal Hell.
Fuckinā nun costume. I needed that like a good swift kick to the head.
My fascination with nuns started when I was growinā up in the orphanage. Basically gettinā raped by one when I was hittinā puberty spun it all out. It was some kinda test or somethinā, Sister Antoinette said. I guess I failed with flyinā colors. Seeinā and feelinā the soft skin under those long, black gowns was like a prayer Iād never prayed beinā answered. When she climbed on top of me and put my cock inside her, it was like I died and went to Heaven. I wondered if Iād never felt what itās like to be inside a pussy, if I wouldāve given a fuck. A man canāt miss what heās never had, but once I had it, I was hooked. I got my dick into as many chicks as I could. They thought they were gonna spare the rod for life and my rod made āem think twice about that decision. I never counted how many left after me, but I counted the only one I made stay when I really wanted her to leaveāSister Fiona.
The cute redhead with blue eyes and a sprinkle of freckles had been left at the orphanage after me. She was younger, and I immediately became her protector and teased her by callinā her Gingersnap and Snaps because of her hair. We got really close while we were cominā up, and it seemed like we were both gonna continue on our spiritual paths. Once Sister Antoinette taught me about how good sex could be, though, I knew I wanted Gingersnap. I also knew she was set on becominā a nun and I didnāt wanna fuck that up for her.
Too little too late.
Father Giovanni was someone Iād never beāI liked fuckinā too much. She was still on the way to a cloistered life in a convent and the big oneācelibacy. Iād decided I couldnāt do either, but my life depended on beinā in the church to survive and there were enough willinā, fledgling nuns to keep my teenage hormones satisfied. Since I couldnāt have Fiona, I started jerkinā off to her like crazy and my cock was always hard and readyāI beat off to her a fuckinā lot. My fantasies were all about her and what itād be like to be buried inside that innocent snatch with my unholy cock. That was itāI started to obsess about her in every nun and wanna-be I fucked. If they knew how many of them Iād had, it woulda sent most of us on a one-way trip to Hell. There werenāt enough times I coulda said the rosary or Hail Mary to wipe it clean. I was good with that, and even better after beinā gone for so long. I still wasnāt good with the night I busted Gingersnapās cherry wide open.
Sheād come to me and begged me to hear her confession. I wasnāt a priest, but that didnāt stop me from listeninā to her from the safety of the other side of the booth. When she told me sheād been havinā lustful thoughts and had touched that sweet pussy, thinkinā about sinninā with a boy she likedāI knew sheād heard the stories about me. My cock was instantly hard and overrode any pure thoughts I mightāve been able to have about her. Fiona told me she wanted to sin so badly with this boy that she couldnāt concentrate when she saw him. I woulda taken her right there in that booth, but I didnāt. I didnāt wanna put that on her, but I had every intention of puttinā it in her. My list of sins couldāve stretched all the way to Manhattan and one more wouldnāt make or break meāeven if it was that.
I waited until she was asleep and snuck into her room. She looked peaceful, but I knew after all sheād said that she was dreaminā about me. I loosened my pants to release my cock and when I slipped in next to her, it brushed against her. I could come right now, but I need way more.
I slid a hand under her gown and ran it up a thighāI can still hear my panting breath in my head. I need her. Fuck purity. When I got to the elastic on her panties, I hooked a finger in and gently started to roll them down. I wanted to see every inch of her, but my cock grazed her body and I pulled her back against it. Her ass was warm and firm and so soft. She didnāt feel like the others. She was always better than any of them.
Still is.
My hand snaked down between her legs and I took my time runninā my fingers over the white cotton panties they all wore. She wasnāt wakinā up and I couldāve just stroked her the entire night, but it was too risky and I needed all of her. I spread her thighs just enough to slide a finger down the middle of her soft pussy.
Sheās already wet!
Those lustful thoughts put her to sleep.
Just one time and sheāll be tarnished. We can leave together.
I rocked her over, pushed up the gown, and pulled
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