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You slip into his office, quiet as you creep over to his desk. He’s hunched over some papers, the little desk lamp casting a soft golden glow across the surface. He sighs, head in his hands.
“Copia?” you whisper sweetly, so as not to startle him. He looks up, tired eyes softening at the sight of you.
“Amore, it’s late. What are you doing here?” he asks, folding his hands together on the desk, a sign that all of his attention is now on you.
“I haven’t seen you all day, you’ve been so busy. I wanted to know how you were doing.”
A gentle smile tugs at Copia’s lips and he beckons you over with a bare hand, so seemingly naughty without his beloved leather gloves. You oblige, stalking over to him. He pats his thigh, an invitation for you to sit. His toned leg tenses beneath you as you lower yourself, an arm coming to wrap around his shoulders. He snakes his own arm around your waist and grips you tight, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your collarbone. You turn to face him and catch his lips with yours, passionate and wanting.
You whisper his name and his grip on your waist tightens. You bring your hand to cup his jaw, cradling his sweet face as you look into his eyes. As if snapping out of a trance, he taps your knee and sighs.
“Apologies, cara mia. I must get through this paperwork tonight.”
“But Copia,” you whine, pouting to feign disappointment. He smirks at you.
“My love, please, go and get some rest. I will see you tomorrow, yes?” His voice is soft but commanding and it sends heat straight to your core. You decide to play with him a little.
“Please, Papa,” you let your voice trail off seductively, raising an eyebrow at him as you watch for his reaction. Despite being a cardinal, it’s obvious that he’s in line to ascend to Papacy at some point and using his future title on him drives him wild.
“Amore…” he whines and you silently congratulate yourself on having broken him so quickly.
You reposition yourself on his lap so you’re facing him now, straddling his thighs. You roll your hips subtly, just to hear the delicious growl that falls from his mouth. He plants his hands on your thighs and squeezes.
“You are the devil incarnate, mia principessa. So sinful,” his words come out slightly muffled as he trails his lips down your neck and shoulder. “Papa has a lot of work to do.”
You can’t stifle the giggle that comes out. “Well, Papa, add me to the top of your to do list.”
He smirks at you and pulls you in for another kiss, this time desperate and messy and so good . His hand ruches up your habit, aching to touch your bare skin. He’s everywhere: your back, sides, tangling in your hair. He’s dying to touch you, to feel you. You sigh softly with every brush of his fingertips. You can feel him harden in his trousers beneath you and it spurs you on, encourages you to continue using your playful side.
“C’mon, Papa. That all you got?” you wink at him, a smirk playing on your mouth. You swear you can literally see the lust blow his pupils wide as he clenches his jaw. In an instant, he’s standing up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he backs you into the desk, rather gracelessly laying you on top of his ‘important paperwork’. He slips off your panties in one swift motion, throwing them somewhere behind him. The cool air hits you and you instinctively squeeze your thighs together but he tuts, shaking his head and gripping your knees to keep them apart.
“Tesoro, why would you try to hide such a delicious meal?” he growls and it makes you gulp with trepidation. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel his fingertips dance around the apex of your thighs, your hips bucking up off the desk as he slowly slides a digit inside your waiting hole. You don’t even attempt to stop the guttural whine that drips from your mouth, knowing that it’s like music to his ears. He shifts closer, unworried about scuffing his knees on the floor. You can feel his warm breath ghost over your skin as he closes the gap, his tongue tentatively pressing against your slick folds. One of your hands flies to grip his head, your fingers tangling in his soft hair.
He gets to work, fingers scissoring and curling inside you as the tip of his tongue circles your clit, bringing you closer to that sweet, sweet edge. You’re moaning a litany of praises and pleas, begging him not to stop. The closer you get, the more his name is on your lips until all you’re chanting is “Copia, Copia, Copia” over and over.
He grips your thigh with his free hand and squeezes harshly, a warning. You understand immediately that you used the wrong name. “Yes, Papa.”
“Oh, Papa, yes, it’s- oh, oh!” are the only words you can say as your orgasm rips through you, hands scrambling at the desk to ground yourself as your vision blackens.
When you come to, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, you see Copia smiling seductively at you. He’s palming himself through his trousers, observing you in your state of your euphoria.
“Come here,” you say, voice raspy from your yelps. He stands, frame towering over you now. He steps towards you and you sit up, cupping his length and revelling in his breathy moans. With skilled fingers, you undo his belt and pull down his trousers, silk boxer shorts going along with them. His leaking cock springs free, desperate for release. Your mouth waters at the sight and you lick your lips, making sure he’s watching as you do. You plant your hands on his hips and pull him a little closer, enveloping his cock in the warm wet heat of your mouth. Instantly he’s a babbling mess, whining something about how good you feel, how your mouth was made to take him. His legs are trembling and you know he won’t last much longer so you pull off, turning your back to him and bending lasciviously over the desk, spreading your ass cheeks with your hands to show him what’s waiting for him.
His breath catches in his throat as he stares, hands coming to grab fistfuls of your ass. He lines himself up behind you and rubs the head of his cock between your cheeks, encouraging you when you moan and wiggle your hips for him.
“So good, so willing and ready for your Papa.”
You spread your legs a little to give him more access and he uses the opportunity to run the head of his cock through your slick, coating himself in you. One of his hands comes to rest on your head, petting you gently before roughly forcing your cheek to the hard surface as he sheaths himself inside you. He lets out a long, low growl as he bottoms out, giving you a moment to adjust to his girth. Being the impatient lover that you are, you tell him to move, which earns you a harsh spank to your ass. You yelp and grip at the desk, unable to stop the little bit of drool that falls from your mouth onto his clergy budget sheets. He feels so good pulsing inside you like this, it sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He begins moving and it feels like paradise.
He sets up a steady pace, choked moans and breathy little “ah, ah, ah”s escaping his mouth as he slams into you. The sound of his skin coming into contact with yours at every thrust is enough to drive you crazy. You cant your hips up a little to give him a better angle and he begins to pull you back onto his cock, his movements becoming harder and more erratic.
“Little whore, coming in here and distracting me, keeping me from my work all for a quick fuck hm?” he spits his words at you like venom and you love when he’s like this.
“Yes, Papa,” you reply between choked gasps. He simply grunts in response, slamming into you as if his life depended on it. The room is filled with obscene sounds and it’s the best you’ve felt for so long. You feel the coil tighten in your belly again as his thick cock bumps against that spot again and again until you’re crying out, your second orgasm of the night washing through your body and leaving you shaking. Copia follows suit not long after, spilling himself inside of you, your name like a prayer on his lips. As he comes down from his high, he rests his forehead between your shoulder blades. You can already feel him leaking out of you and it’s a sensation you never get tired of.
After a moment, he pulls out, spins you around and presses a lasting kiss on your swollen lips. You smile against him.
Straightening yourself up and readjusting your habit, you clear your throat, feigning innocence. “Well, Cardinal. I suppose I ought to let you get back to your paperwork, hm?”
He rolls his eyes at you as if he hasn’t just fucked the life out of you. “Thank you, Tesoro. I expect I shall see you at my sermon in the morning?”
You wink. “Of course, Papa.”
You giggle softly as he tenses at the use of the title again, already thinking of ways you can tease him in front of the entire clergy in the morning.