Free Tasting the Forbidden - A Mayhem Erotica Anthology by Les Joseph, Kit Neuhaus, Evelyn R. Baldwin, L.J. Anderson, K.I. Lynn

the sanctity, which I’ve broken here tonight. Only you will know how deep my love for you is. Only you will know what I am giving up, and what I am thanking God for.”
    I undressed her the rest of the way, her sweater thrown to the altar before us, her panties and skirt carelessly tossed to the floor. I removed my own clothing, in between soft kisses to her shoulders, back, and buttocks. Once all barriers were removed, I covered her body with mine. My hands sought her breasts again, caressing her nipples until hard. My cock nestled in her ass, seeking her warmth and wetness, only sated once it found home. “Deliver us, Lord, from every evil, and grant us peace in our day. In your mercy keep us free from sin, and protect us from all anxiety as we wait in joyful hope for the coming of our Savior...” I whispered the words in her ear as I thrust into her for the first time. I couldn’t help but moan, “Jesus Christ.”
    She let out a contented sigh as I began to pull out, and then push back in again. She clasped her hands behind my head, creating an arch in her back, but pulling my cock into her fully. I could feel myself hit her hilt. I wanted to thrust faster and harder, to hit her deep inside over and over again. “Yes,” she growled as I punctuated her snarl with a powerful thrust. My enthusiastic pace quickened, lifting her toes off the ground as I drove into her. She brought a hand down, grasping mine at her hip, and then guided me to the front of her pussy. Our fingers linked, massaging the plump flesh of her swollen lips slick with moisture, flowing free. I hugged her closer, not wanting an inch of space between us. My eyes closed as I imagined my lips around her nipples, tonguing them like hard pieces of sugary candy. My mouth watered thinking about their taste, texture, and her needy cries.
    “Uh…oh, yes… I’m… I’m…” Her voice rose with each syllable. And then she clinched around me. Her pussy gripped me, its pulsing breaths constricting and releasing my cock. The rhyme sent me over, already tenuous with my need to come. The blackness overtook my vision, and there was a momentary lapse in reality. I couldn’t think, move, breathe—my body in lockdown as unequivocal pleasure shot through me. There weren’t enough words known to man that could describe how I felt at that moment…
    I had been altered.
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    Despite having been sated a number of times in the last several hours, my mind continued to race as we lay together in bed. After our tryst in the church, we adjourned to Beth’s home to continue our devotions. We were lost in the intimacy, whispering words of devotion and promise, unable to deny our connection. “I will move heaven and earth to be with you,” I’d told her after our third session of lovemaking, meaning it more than any vow I’d made before.
    I lay on the soft mattress in her bungalow, perfect in our simplicity with blankets bunched around us, creating a cocoon. Beth was asleep, her naked body pinned to mine. With each breath she took, I thanked God for her existence, an existence I wanted to be a part of. In order for our life together to begin, though, I had to conclude another part of mine. It wouldn’t be as simple as sawing off a limb and leaving it behind. It would be painful to confess to my mentors what had transpired. I would have to confess my sins and the desecration of the chapel. I would have to admit to my flock—my parish—that I was no longer a man of upstanding character qualified to lead them; that I, too, was a sinner, no better than the man who cast the first stone. But for her, I would do it. I would spend the rest of my days begging forgiveness and repenting. One day, I would be worthy of her love and devotion.
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    “Sacrifice is defined as ‘ the offering of some material possession to a deity, as in propitiation or homage, the surrender or destruction of something prized or desirable for the sake of something considered as having a higher or