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Salvation In Destruction - Father Antonio (Intruders 2011)

Welp...I have no excuse. I know this idea has been done already, but I don't care. Daniel Brühl as a priest is something I didn't know I needed. I HAD to write something for him, he be looking like a whole snack in the Garden of Eden and I wanted a taste of that forbidden fruit...I'm sorry.

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI: SMUT, male masturbation, oral (f receiving), priest kink, use of Bible verses, and just overall sacrilege and debauchery

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It was Sunday mass. A beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, a nice contrast to the chilly weather that came with Fall. The congregation that flooded into the pews all dressed nicely, thankful that they didn't have to bundle up quite as much because of the slight warmth the sun produced.

Father Antonio tried to greet everyone as he normally did before he started his sermon, making the place feel welcome and comforting. Ever since Antonio came to be the priest, more and more people started to show up on Sundays. He didn't like to think it was because of his looks, but in his heart, he knew it was true, for a few people, at least. But he liked to think that anyone who did come to church for his looks found God through him.

The last priest was old and quite brash, which did frighten some people. Shouting at people was definitely not the best way to win over people's hearts for God, Antonio learned that a long time ago. After the old priest retired, Antonio took that opportunity to start preaching sermons differently. Actually talking about the love of God instead of talking about being sent to Hell for this, that, and the other proved to be a welcome change. He found more new people actually choosing to keep going to the church instead of trying different ones. Antonio knew pride was a sin, but he did feel that him becoming the priest was part of that nice change and he was glad.

But there was one thing that Father Antonio had internal struggles with, one problem that he had that he couldn't seem to pray away. Father Antonio stood at the pulpit, looking over the congregation as he preached his Sunday sermon, his eyes always coming back to look at one person; you.

You always sat at the front, innocent doe eyes looking up at him attentively, hanging onto his every word during each and every sermon. You had been going to his church for years now, never missing a service. You were devout, it seemed, not one of those whose parents forced them to attend, and Antonio didn't know if that made his attraction to you better or worse.

But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.

Remembering that verse, Antonio could feel a slight buildup of sweat collecting on his forehead, starting to feel his robes sticking to his body uncomfortably, the sight of you only making him feel worse. You were wearing a dress that hung loosely just above your knees, the top half hugging your chest but not overaccentuating your breasts, you looked perfect. Antonio gulped as you uncrossed and crossed your legs, unknowingly giving him access to peak underneath to catch a tiny glimpse of your white lace underwear. You had the end of a pen between your teeth, a habit of yours whenever you weren't scribbling notes in your small notebook you had settled on your lap, brushing it over your lips absentmindedly. If you were anyone else, Antonio would probably think that you were doing it on purpose just to tease him.

Thankfully, the time was up and had the sermon come to a close. As he greeted everyone at the beginning of service, Antonio always made sure to say goodbye to everyone that exited the building, offering thank you's whenever someone told him how well he preached. Antonio almost felt his heart skip a beat when you gave him a smile as you passed by, giving you his own nervous smile in acknowledgement.

Antonio walked into the comfort of his apartment, sighing as he plopped down onto his bed. He thought about how pretty you looked that morning, how nicely that dress fit you, how the light from the stage hitting your lip gloss made them shine and look so enticing and kissable. Antonio could already feel his hardening cock press against the material of his trousers, aching and begging to be set free and touched lovingly. He was lucky he waited to think about you until he got home, rubbing one out in the back room of the church would definitely be frowned upon if caught.

Antonio closed his eyes, lightly trailing his hand down his torso, inching his way to the belt of his pants, imagining it was your hand that was touching him. So hard, Padre, is this for me? He palmed his erection through his pants as he imagined your sweet voice, feeling the guilt build up inside him as well as the pleasure as he finally released his cock from the confines of his pants. He knew it was wrong, he knew he should not be doing this, especially to the thoughts of you. He gripped his cock and slowly pumped up and down, imagining it was your mouth, that same lip gloss you were wearing smearing onto his shaft as you sucked him. "Y/n…" Antonio whispered, pumping himself faster, moaning as he felt his balls tighten as he got closer and closer to his climax.

Come for me, Padre. Let me make you feel like God Himself. Antonio moaned loudly as he finally released, hot cum pouring out of his slit and onto his stomach, bringing his other hand up to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. He sighed, getting up from his bed and settling down on his knees, bringing his hands up and putting them together. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned…"

It had become a habit, as much as he hated to admit it. He just couldn't help it, but he was still ashamed how little self control he had in himself. He was thankful that he had weekly intervals when seeing you, he didn't know if he could handle seeing you everyday without losing his composure. But as the saying goes, God works in mysterious ways.

Antonio started to notice you coming in to church more often, only for a few minutes to pray, and then you would leave. As a priest, he was probably supposed to ask you if you were alright, but with the memories of every time he touched himself to the thought of you, he couldn't possibly look you in the eye without blushing. Every time you came in to confess, Antonio would conveniently not be there. His attraction to you became debilitating, and he started to worry if he was losing his faith.

When it was quiet and nobody seemed to be around, Antonio got on his knees to pray at the alter. He asked for guidance, for strength, self control, but he was only met with silence. As he stood up and turned around, there you were, sitting in a pew. You looked distressed, and Antonio knew he couldn't ignore you any longer, not when you looked like you needed someone to talk to. "Is everything alright?" Antonio voiced softly, taking a seat beside you.

You smiled weakly at him, a pained look in your eyes that you were trying to conceal, but Antonio could see through you. "Not really." You chuckled.

"Well, you can talk to me, you know? If you're comfortable with that."

"It's just…I feel like I'm starting to lose my faith. When I was younger, coming to church, praying, reading my Bible, always made my spirit feel so rejuvenated. But now, it's starting to feel empty to me. Every time I come here and pray, I feel like such a phony."

Your answer shocked Antonio. In his mind, you seemed so engaged during his sermons, but he guessed everyone had secrets, and you were no exception. "I appreciate your honesty, Y/n. It's not an easy thing, to admit something like that. If I may be so blunt, to me, you always seemed to be the perfect example of Christianity. Not once in my being here have I seen you miss a service, I always thought you enjoyed my sermons."

"I do, Father. That hasn't changed. But I'll also admit, I just enjoy hearing you talk." You smiled nervously, playing with the hem of your dress and Antonio noticed, it was the same dress you wore that one Sunday. He so wanted to rip it off of you, take you on the pew right there. Antonio shook his head slightly, annoyed by his thoughts at such a time. But your smile quickly dropped at the sight, immediately regretting your words. "I'm sorry, if that was inappropriate." You stuttered out.

"No, no." Antonio quickly replied, mindlessly placing a gentle hand on your skirt covered thigh. "It wasn't. I'm sorry, it was just-" He stopped himself before he revealed too much. Quickly realizing what he had done from the look on your face, he removed his hand, uttering another apology. "I suppose I'll admit something myself, just to make it even. I enjoy seeing you attend my sermons, if that's not inappropriate to say as well."

You smiled, shaking your head. "No, it's not."

Antonio's heart was beating rapidly, hearing that you must have an attraction to him as well, he felt overjoyed. The temptation to kiss you was so strong, and he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself any longer. "I, too, have also been struggling with my faith." He admitted, lowering his head in shame.

"I didn't think priests could struggle with that."

"We're human too. Just because I'm a priest doesn't make me invulnerable to sin."

"Well," You inched closer to him, "you can talk to me too. It's only fair."

Antonio smiled, nodding his head. "Sometimes it feels like I have no self control. For the past several months, I've had…sinful thoughts. I've tried to push them away, can't count how many times I've prayed to be rid of them. But, I've yet to receive an answer from the All Mighty."

You stayed quiet for a moment, considering his words. "What kind of sinful thoughts, Father?" You got up the courage to ask.

Antonio sucked in a sharp breath, debating on if this was a good idea. "Ones of lust, desire. Some days, it's all I can think about."

"Lust for who?" You whispered.

Antonio looked at you knowingly, a stare so intense it almost made you choke on your breath. The hand that was once on your thigh returned, squeezing the flesh softly as Antonio moved even closer to you until you could feel his heavy breaths on you. You placed your hand on top of his, bringing your other to rest on his shoulder. His honey brown eyes bore into yours, making your face heat up and your heartbeat quicken. Before you could think it over any longer, you leaned forward, closing the small gap between you and connected your lips with his.

You sighed shakily as Antonio pulled away, the kiss not lasting nearly as long as you hoped it would. "Would it be unbecoming of me to ask you to join me in the back room?" Antonio whispered, gently caressing your cheek.

"No. No, it wouldn't." You grinned, allowing Antonio to take your hand and lead you to the back of the church.

When you first started attending the church, you couldn't imagine that it would've led you here. Sure, you always thought Father Antonio to be handsome, but you were always taught to push away lust and desire from such a young age. You only had your first sexual experiences when you started going to college, meeting so many different people from all walks of life. Your first time with a man was pretty lackluster, both of you not really knowing what you were doing, but you were glad overall to finally have it over with.

Of course, you felt extreme guilt afterwards, the teachings of having to wait till marriage ringing in your ears over and over. Antonio didn't really have any sermons relating to sex specifically, but you were all too uncomfortable and shy to bring it up at confession. You were also afraid to be judged, remembering how judgmental the last priest was, and you didn't want Antonio to think terribly of you. Unbeknownst to him, you were having a similar struggle of attraction; telling yourself, it was wrong to be attracted to a priest, right? Though, you had more control over controlling your urges than Antonio did, surprisingly.

You were always afraid of your attraction bubbling to the surface and spilling over, afraid that you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from confronting him about it. But thankfully, you didn't have to worry about it any longer. All you had to worry about now was not getting caught with Antonio's tongue down your throat.

"I've wanted this for so long." Antonio whispered in between kisses, trailing his hands down to grip your hips roughly, pushing you up against an extra pew that stood in the center of the room.

"I never thought you'd feel the same way." You smiled, running your fingers through his tufts of hair.

"I know I'm not supposed to say this, but part of the reason I love preaching is because I love seeing you every Sunday. Wearing those little dresses, driving me absolutely insane." He growled, gently biting your collarbone, making you gasp, then pushing you down to sit on the pew next to him.

With shaking hands, you reached up to pull on his clerical collar, pulling the white band loose and slowly unbuttoning his shirt; so desperate to feel him, you could already feel your core throb needily. But you were soon stopped, Antonio gripping your hands. He stepped away for a moment, locking the door of the room with a smirk. "So we won't be interrupted." He said, then attacking your lips with his once more. "Have you ever done this before?" Antonio asked huskily, running his hand up and down your thigh, gradually pushing the skirt of your dress up your legs.

You blushed in slight embarrassment. "Yes, but it wasn't all that memorable."

"Don't worry, I intend to make this time as memorable as I possibly can." With widened eyes, you watched as Father Antonio sank to his knees; looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, something you hadn't expected to see from a priest, kissing each of your knees before trailing up your thighs.

You bit your lip as Antonio gently pulled your underwear down and off your legs, shivering as the cool air hit your dripping sex, aching for stimulation. Slowly kissing up the inside of your thighs, you gasped as he soon latched onto your core, lapping up your wetness and swirling his tongue around your clit, grabbing onto his hair and trying to stifle your own moans. "You taste as sweet as I thought you would, querida." He groaned, continuing to suck on your clit, making your head spin and eyes roll to the back of your skull briefly.

"Feels so good, Father." You moaned, involuntarily bucking your hips against his mouth, feeling him smile and chuckle breathlessly against your cunt. You let out a soft squeal as he pushed one of his fingers into your tight entrance, curling the digit as he kept tonguing your sensitive bundle of nerves. The pleasure built up quickly, shocks of electricity shooting throughout your body, almost becoming too much. "I think, I think I'm gonna-" You whined as he pulled away, delaying your orgasm.

"Not yet." Antonio wiped at his chin with his fingers, placing them in your mouth and watching intently as you sucked off your own slick. "Take this off." He ordered, tugging at your dress then starting to remove his own clothes, but you were quick to follow. Not ashamed in the least, you took a moment to ogle at his body, admiring his smooth skin and how it seemed to shine under the dim lights of the room. You smirked as you noticed Antonio was doing the same. "Eres tan hermosa." He spoke softly, kissing your lips lightly before joining you on the pew, settling in between your legs.

Antonio stared into your eyes lovingly, gently rubbing his cock in between your folds, gathering your slick and his saliva before guiding himself to your entrance, just waiting for your conformation. You nodded eagerly, moving your hips upwards to meet his, both of you moaning in tandem as he finally sunk into you. He kissed and nipped at your neck as he patiently waited for you to adjust to his size, his cock stretching you out deliciously. "Are you okay, mi amor?"

"Yes, more than okay." You smiled, bringing his lips down to meet yours in a passionate open mouthed kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist as he started to thrust into you slowly. He already felt so deep, the tip of his cock hitting that special spot inside of you every time he plunged into you. "Oh, my God." You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into his soft skin.

Antonio grasped onto your throat, squeezing gently, just enough to make your head feel dizzy. "How does it feel? Do I feel like God to you, chica bonita, huh?" He groaned, picking up a quicker pace, one that almost started to shake the pew beneath you.

"Yes, so good, Father, fuck-!" You cried out, feeling him hit your cervix over and over, the pleasure so intense it was borderline painful, but you didn't want him to stop. You were so close, you could almost taste it, the shocks of euphoria reverberating throughout your entire body. Your walls pulsed and clenched around his cock tightly, his loud moan at the feeling only accelerating your body's need to release.

"You're gonna come, aren't you, hermosa?" You nodded, a tear rolling down your cheek as you tried to push away the feeling. "It's okay, amor. Come for me." He stared into your eyes as you finally let go, a vice grip on his shoulders as you rode out your orgasm; Antonio wasn't that far behind. "May I come inside you, angel?"

"Yes. Please. Fill me with your cum, Father." You begged.

Antonio latched onto your shoulder with his teeth, muffling a loud groan as he released inside you. He stilled as his last ropes of cum filled you, collapsing on top of you in exhaustion, placing light kisses along your collarbone. "How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights." He started, kissing the valley between your tits. "Your stature is like that of a palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit." You gasped as he placed one of your nipples in between his teeth, biting and pulling gently. "May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath likes apples," He trailed his kisses back up to your face, kissing your lips softly. "And your mouth like the best wine."

You giggled, hiding your blushing face in his shoulder. "You're really quoting the Bible while you're still inside of me." You teased, making him chuckle.

"In all honesty, I've never felt more closer to God than I do right now. And it's not just because we…you know." He blushed. "If it's what you desire also, I'd really like to continue this relationship of ours."

"Wouldn't the church fire you if they find out?"

"Maybe it's God's will. Even if it isn't, I'm not planning on letting you go now that I finally have you."

You smiled softly, running a hand through his disheveled hair and placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Good, cause I'm not going to either."

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I'm a Christian, so that makes writing this okay right?...Right??

Tentación- Father Antonio (Intruders 2011)

yeah, i'm going to hell...but father antonio just does things to me and i need to write out my desperation (like it even helps alleviate it in the slightest). This is kinda a nonofficial sequel to Salvation In Destruction, but it can be read as a stand alone

Warnings: Literally just fucking in a confessional, need I say more? SMUT (MINORS DNI), semi-public sex (almost getting caught), daddy kink, priest kink, heavy degradation, slight humiliation, teasing, oral (m!receiving), ass and clit spanking, grinding, orgasm denial, forced multiple orgasms, and creampie

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Father Antonio quietly sat in the confession booth and has been for the past few hours. It was a slow morning, only a few members of the church coming in to do their routine confessions, nothing special. Antonio always disliked days like these, sometimes he'd even doze off and almost fall asleep due to the lack of activity. But it was his job, he'd have to see it through until confession time was over.

He soon perked up once he heard the other door of the confessional open and close, the faintest sound of shuffling as whoever it was settling into their seat. "Good morning," Antonio started as he usual did, "how may I help you?" He asked softly, ready to be impartial to whatever this person may confess.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I've been a naughty girl."

Antonio tried to bite back a smirk as he heard your voice, such a sacrilegious action could only come from you. But he cleared his voice, deciding to play up the role as stern priest. "It's Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." He instructed.

He heard you chuckle. "Right. I forgot." Sure, you did.

"How long has it been since your last confession?"

"Technically, it was last night." Damn you, he could hear your amusement from beyond the barrier that separated the two of you.

"Oh really? Unusual for a confession to take place at night. But, I'd imagine it would have the same effect as it would during the day. Would that be a correct assumption?"

"Oh, yes. It was...very enlightening." Antonio chuckled, trying not to picture you on your back, legs spread and begging for him to let you come. Enlightening, indeed. "But, I feel I needed to come in for another confession."

"Then please, confess away."

"Ever since I've gotten into this relationship with my boyfriend, I've been tempted to sin every single day. He doesn't make it easier either, always so handsome and willing to do whatever I ask. It's becoming somewhat debilitating."

Antonio smirked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Well, maybe you should learn how to set boundaries with this person. Maybe learn a little more self control. Then maybe it wouldn't be so debilitating." He froze as he heard you let out a barely audibly sigh, leaning closer to the barrier to try and hear better.

"But the thing is, Father, just thinking about him...it gets me so riled up immediately." You almost moaned.

Antonio's eyes widened comically as he heard the slightest sound of wetness, a squelching sound that most definitely came from you. He could hear your breathing start to get faster, a dull thud as you leaned your head back against the wall of the confessional. "Are you...? Are you touching yourself right now?" He asked sternly, feeling his cock harden as you choked on a moan as an answer. He could've laughed, but he wasn't going to give in to you that easily. "You succubus. How dare you commit such atrocities in the Lord's house, especially during confession?" All while giving you a proper scolding, Antonio released his cock from the confines of his suit pants, biting his lip as he gave himself a few languid strokes.

"I'm sorry, Father. Are you going to punish me?" You asked innocently.

"Do you think that's what you deserve? Do you really think a whore like you deserves anything from me?"

"Please, I'll be a good girl from now on, I promise. Just please, punish me. Teach me how to be good." You whimpered, slowly rubbing circles on your clit, but it wasn't enough. You needed him, you needed his cock to fill you.

"Come here." Antonio finally ordered, and you were quick to obey. Leaving your own side of the confession booth and opening his door, seeing him waiting patiently with his cock out, your mouth watering as you entered and closed the door behind you. "On your knees." He commanded, grabbing your hair roughly and pulling you towards his dick. "Take it, slut." You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, hearing the heavenly sound of his first soft moan escaping his mouth. "That's it." He whispered, easing his dick all the way to the back of your throat, a smug smirk adorning his face as he heard you gag. "You like that? You like taking my big cock like a good little slut, huh?" You agreed as best you could, tears already running down your face from how he stretched your throat.

You gasped as he brought you up to face face by your hair, kissing you roughly and pulling down your skirt and underwear, letting it pool around your ankles. "Please, fuck me, Father." You begged, feeling your arousal slowly drip down your inner thighs, the intense desire for him becoming almost painful.

You grinned as he smacked your ass, bringing you down to straddle him. "You'll take what I give you." You bit back a squeal as he used his cockhead to hit your swollen and throbbing clit, grabbing onto your hips and forcing you to grind yourself on him. "How does that feel, baby?" He asked teasingly, feeling how you twitched and squirmed, so desperate to feel more. "You're so wet, mi amor. It's like this pussy's been neglected for years...but we both know that's not true." You blushed furiously at his words, a sense of embarrassment and pride filling you all at once, knowing that he knew he had this effect on you. Him and only him.

Antonio turned you around so your back was facing him, one hand on your hip and the other covering your mouth. Your loud moan thankfully was muffled by his hand as he brought you down on his cock roughly, the stretch so incredibly painful despite being as wet as you were. He pressed your back against his chest, his breath hot and heavy in your ear, pressing soft kisses to your neck as you adjusted to his size. It didn't take you long to start moving your hips in desperation, the booth so hot with your breaths mixing together and forcing yourselves to keep as quiet. "Please..." You whined, just him being inside you still not enough to satisfy you.

"Lord, is nothing ever enough for you?" He hissed in your ear, keeping a firm grip on your throat as he helped you bounce up and down on his dick.

"You feel so good, Antonio." You whimpered, biting your lip hard to keep yourself from moaning too loudly. "Fuck, baby..." Antonio had to do the same, the feeling of your walls clenching him so tightly, it almost made him light headed. But the angle he was fucking you, he was so deep, started to brush up against that special spot inside you, letting out a guttural moan.

Antonio brought his hand back up to cover your mouth, slapping your clit with his other hand, causing you to let out a high pitched squeal. "Quiet, slut. What if someone walks in, huh? Keep your mouth shut and I just might let you come." The reward just sounded too good to resist, you were already to anxious to come, but you needed more stimulation elsewhere.

"Touch my clit, Padre, please." You breathed out.

"No. I haven't decided if I wanna let you come just yet, you haven't even done what I asked of you yet. Be my obedient succubus and we'll see." You almost let out a sob, and you couldn't help but reach down to try and touch yourself, but just falling short before Antonio grabbed onto both of your writs, pinning them behind yourself. "What did I just tell you, puta?" He slapped your clit again, the painful shock causing you to finally let out that sob. "Cállate!" He hissed suddenly, stopping his movements completely; you were about to whine and beg for him to continue until you heard footsteps getting closer and closer until the other door to the confessional booth opened.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." The voice of an elderly man spoke.

Antonio cleared his throat before replying to the anonymous person. "How long as it been since your last confession?" He asked, a slight shakiness to his voice that didn't go unnoticed by you, his cock still inside you and twitching in desperation for that sweet friction again, unintentionally edging himself.

The conversation dragged on, feeling like ages and your cunt begging for his cock to start moving inside you again. You slowly started to move your hips, feeling Antonio tense up as your walls started tightening around him. His breathing was heavy and deep, trying to focus on the conversation instead of how you slowly gyrated your hips and how amazing it felt. You hide to hold in your giggles as Antonio had to quickly clasped his hand to cover his own mouth when you made another calculated move to purposely clench around him as he kept trying to give counsel to this old man, still completely unaware of what was happening right next to him, the thin barrier the only thing keeping him from seeing his own priest with his cock buried deep inside you.

It was a couple more minutes before the man finally left, conveniently, the morning turned into the afternoon and that meant no one else was going to be coming in for a confessional, so you and Antonio didn't have to worry about anyone else interrupting you. But that didn't mean he was finally going to give you want you wanted, of course, how stupid could you be to think that? "Please, Father, please," You begged, drool dripping down your neck as he fucked into you relentlessly. "let me come." You sobbed, not caring how you looked or sounded, you only wanted one thing.

"You wanna come, baby?" He growled, a vice grip on your wrists as he continued to piston into you, not letting up even after you started to cry. "Fuck, you're taking me so well, aren't you? You're crying so hard, baby, you sure you can't come from just my cock?"

"I need you to touch my clit, please!" You whined, trying to fight against his hold on wrists, wanting to rub your clit so bad. "Daddy, please."

"Okay, baby." He whispered, reaching down and rubbing viciously slow circles onto your clit. "This what you wanted?"

"Faster, please."

"So polite." He grinned. "You've never failed to use your manners for me, I'm fucking you that good, huh?"

"Yes-!" You screamed out as he quickened his motions on your clit, feeling like liquid fire was flowing through your veins as you instantly reached your peak, seconds away from falling over until he suddenly pulled away. "Antonio!" You sobbed in frustration.

"What is it, baby?" He asked smugly. "Oh, did you want to come?" You nodded furiously. "You just told me to touch your clit, you never specified that you wanted me to make you come. My mistake." You moaned brokenly as he started to rub your clit again, getting you to that peak yet again before denying you that overwhelming pleasure once more. "You haven't told me to make you come yet. I can't give you what you want until you tell me, baby."

"Please, make me come, Daddy. Please, make me come." You begged.

"You never finished your confession." He started, rubbing your clit for a few seconds before pulling away, repeating those same motions. "Finish your confession." He ordered.

"What do you want me to confess?" You stuttered, such a blubbering mess that you could barely make out what you even said yourself.

"Confess, querida. Confess: you're just a filthy little slut who loves to come. Tell me." He smacked your clit, groping your tits roughly, feeling the bruises already starting to form.

"I'm just a filthy little slut," You sobbed, "who loves to come." You gasped loudly as Antonio rubbed your clit at a vigorous pace, compared with his cock slamming into you and brushing up against your cervix, your thighs shook and you spasmed in his hold. "Please, let me come, please, let me come." You begged, so scared that he still wasn't going to allow you to. But you were all too relieved when you finally reached your climax, letting out a loud cry as euphoria overtook you and flooded your senses, so intense that you were sure you blacked out for a few seconds.

"You can give me one more, yeah?" Antonio asked as you brought yourself back down to earth, your back arching and singing precious whimpers as he kept playing with your overstimulated clit.

"No, please, I can't." You panted, the painful pleasure too much for you to handle after just having an orgasm.

"You can. I know you can." You tried pushing his hand away, but he was too strong and you were too weak and limp to do anything about it. "Come for me again, querida." He licked the shell of your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe as he kept the ruthless pace.

"Stop, baby, please." You begged, unfiltered cries and moans escaping your lips as you felt another orgasm building in your core. "Fuck, ah-!" You yelled as he pinched your clit, fucking into you faster, forcing your orgasm out of you like he was pulling teeth. You dug your nails into his arms that held onto you tightly, hearing him wince as you broke skin when you released on his cock again.

"Good girl, such a good girl." He praised as you came down from your second high, falling completely limp in his arms, his hips below you doing all the work as he chased his own release. "Oh, mierda, I'm gonna come." He groaned, hugging your abdomen and his thrusts become sloppy and erratic. "Beg me to come inside you."

"Please, Daddy, come inside me, please." You cried, turning your head so you could kiss him, gasping as his teeth latched onto your bottom lip. "Fill me up."

Antonio choked on a loud moan as he finally reached his climax, biting down on your shoulder as he released deep inside of you. "Oh, God..." He whispered, kissing where he had bitten you, his movements stilling and falling limp against the wall, his hold softening as he tried to catch his breath. "You did so well for me, mi amor." He smiled tiredly, turning you around in his embrace so he could kiss you properly. "Te amo, mi chica bonita." He whispered affectionately.

"I love you too." You smiled, kissing him one more time before getting off of him. "I feel sorry for whoever has to clean this mess up." You giggled.

Antonio rolled his eyes. "Me. It's gonna be me, you know damn well. But I don't mind." He smirked, helping you back into your skirt, using two of his fingers to push his cum back inside you before pulling your underwear back on. "You better not let a single drop escape this precious cunt, understand? Or else I will punish you when we get home."

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alright, that's it. i'm gonna turn myself in to the horny police so they can send me to horny jail where i'll live out the rest of my days branded as someone who was too horny for their own good✌🏻