You had never in your wildest dreams imagined that this would be true. Volunteering at Church camp had paid off.

All the months you spent trying to rile up the new priest in town had landed you here. You couldn't help it, he had a body made for sin after all. Why he ever chose the righteous path? You did not know.

But now, as you lay beneath him, his gaze fiery and hard, you found it hard to think straight.

"Look at you," He purred, his hand moving along your thighs. "Such a needy, whiny little lamb. What must your fellow churchgoers think, hmm?"

Before you could reply, his hand covered your mouth. "Lucky for you, my little lamb, I couldn't care less about what those snobby people think. You're all mine for the night, and I intend to make the most of it."

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