Every sexual encounter I’d experienced before her had long left my mind. Every memory forgotten, replaced with Tinsley’s beautiful figure illuminated by the candlelight as she stood before the altar.

I’d intended to take my time with her, but after everything that had happened tonight, I had too much pent-up energy to expel. I needed to fuck her hard and fast.

“What’s the holdup, old man?” She leaned back on the altar, bracing her elbows on the surface. “Need a pill to get things moving down there?”

I changed my mind. I needed to punish her disrespectful mouth.

Wickedness powered my strides as I made my way toward her. Shoving myself down her throat was my only thought as I reached the altar and trapped her against it.

“Drop to your knees and wrap those bratty lips around my cock.” I stepped back. “Do it now.”

She shivered. Then she lowered to the floor and pulled me out.

It took one swipe of her hot little tongue to short-circuit my brain.

“Fuuuck.” I dropped my head back and groaned. “Suck me, Tinsley. Suck it hard.”

I closed my eyes and let her play. She licked and nibbled and squeezed my balls. Then she took me to the back of her throat.

Jesus, fuck, it was too much pleasure. Before I knew it, I was driving my hips, thrusting deep and making her whimper. The sounds of her cries only spurred me harder, and I felt my release gathering at the base of my spine.

Too soon.

“Get on the altar.” I released her mouth.

As I stripped off my clothes, she climbed into position, lying on her back with her legs open, offering her pussy like a sacrifice. And I’d come to feast.

What we were doing was beyond debauched. Worthy of a one-way trip to hell. If I had an iota of decency left, I would’ve never taken her virginity in a church. But that ship had sailed, and I was long past redemption.

I stood before my wife as a sinner, and she welcomed me with open arms.

Literally, she opened her arms and said, “Fuck me, Father Magnus.”

“With pleasure.” I prowled up her body and joined her on the altar. “You have no idea how sexy you are.”

With a moan, she lifted her hips, trying to grind against me. Impatient as always.

“I know what you need.” I feathered my fingers along her jaw, breathing as hard as she was. “You want a wild, sloppy-wet fuck until your screams shake the walls of the church and you can’t feel your legs.”

“God, yes.” She writhed like a fury beneath me. “Make me burn.”

“Someone might walk in.” I braced over her and dipped a hand between her thighs, stroking into her soaked pussy. “They might see us.”

“Let them.” She lifted her head, her eyes flame bright.