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Being the sweet golden child of the church was my life. Sunday service and being on the charity committee was all I knew, I was the star child of the church and I was adored. Still pure at twenty-one meant I had many suitors but none truly loved the lord as I did. Closing my bible I heard my mother call me down for dinner and I smoothed out my dress, skipping down the stairs “hi daddy” I said kissing my father’s cheek as I sat at the table “hi beautiful girl” he said looking up from his paper “we have a new priest joining the church” he informs me as my mother places the food at the table. “Father Thomas isn’t our priest anymore?” I ask as my mother takes her place next to me “he’s taken ill” I take my father’s hands as we bow our heads to say grace.
Once we’ve said grace we start eating “the new priest is starting tomorrow for service.” My mother said “you should stay after to offer help sweetheart” my mother said smiling over her cup “im sure the new father would like it” I give my mother a sweet smile “I will! I plan to help with the summer food drive anyway” I see a smile on my father’s face “you really are a gift from god” he complimented taking a bite of his food. We all ate our dinner in a comfortable silence with occasional small talk about the food drive. Once dinner wrapped up I helped my mother clean up before heading to bed.
The next morning I was up before the sun, making sure I had my bible ready as I got dressed for church. Making sure my church dress was smoothened out I headed down stairs. My father and mother were already awake and ready in their Sunday best at the breakfast table “morning sweetheart” my mother said handing me a bowl of cereal. “What’s the new father’s name?” I ask between bites “Dixon I believe” my father replied “apparently he’s younger than the last. I believe he’s in this thirties” I nod at his answer and go back to eating. By the time im finished it was time to head to church, my father loading us into the car and driving us to the town’s church. I was intrigued by the thought of a new priest, having only known father Thomas my whole life, the change would take some getting used too but surely he wasn’t that bad.
We pulled into the church car park and all got out. I could see the new father on the steps, greeting everyone as they came in “Father Dixon” my father began as we got to the steps “it’s a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to the community” father Dixon offered my father a kind smile “thank you (F/N) im blessed to join you all” I would never admit it out loud but Father Dixon was attractive, his long dark hair brushed neatly for service. He wasn’t wearing the typical clothes you would see a priest in, opting for black jeans and a black collared shirt. I was brought back to reality when I heard my father say my name “it’s nice to meet you Father Dixon” I said offering him my signature sweet smile “the pleasure is all mine (Y/N) I hear you’re a part of the charity committee. That’ll be helpful” he replied, offering me the same smile he gave my father “please take your seats”
As the service went on I couldn’t take my eyes off of Father Dixon, he had rolled up his sleeves half way through showing off his toned arms. I could just about make out a tattoo unsure of what it was. He had done a poor job of covering it. I wanted to know what was hidden under his shirt, where there more tattoos. I felt my face heat up as he made eye contact and quickly bowed my head in a silent prayer. Why was I having ungodly thoughts about the new priest? That was a sin. I was horrified. I had committed a sin in the holy building. I was mortified, I couldn’t believe I had done that and I knew I would have to confess at some point for it. Or pray for forgiveness. Either way I had to repent. And soon. I glanced up and saw he was still looking at me, an unreadable look on his face. I prayed he didn’t see me and glanced at my mother and father, who looked unbothered and focused on the service.
When service drew to a close I stood heading to the front with my parents “lovely service Father Dixon” my mother said flashing her smile “thank you (M/N)” he said taking her hand “I am blessed to be the priest here” he then turned his attention to me “would you be able to stay behind today? I could use some help organising the food we already have received” I gave him a smile “of course” he flashed me a smile and turned to my father “I won’t keep her too late and I’ll make sure she gets home ok” he assured my father. I bid my parents goodbye and went to sit back in the front pew while I waited. Once everyone had left Father Dixon approached me “the food is in my office If you’ll follow me” he spoke causing me to close my bible and stand up, following him to his office “have we already received a lot of food Father?” I ask “please call me Daryl it’s just us.” He insisted. I nodded “ok Daryl. What would you like me to do?” he pointed towards the boxes in the corner “can you organise the cans? Fruit and vegetables separate” he said, I got to work humming along to a tune in my head
After a few hours we stopped for a small break “I hear you’re quite popular” Daryl said as he looked over at me “you have many suitors but still haven’t married. May I ask why?” I thought for a minute before answering “I don’t think their intentions are correct” I replied “the men of the church don’t seem genuine” I see him nod in thought “as your new priest is there anything I can do to help?” I offer him a smile “unless you’re about to make the perfect husband appear” I laugh causing a chuckle to leave him. it was a beautiful sound that I hoped to hear more. We joked and laughed when we got back to work, the time flying past us, what felt like minutes was really hours and we eventually looked at the time. “Looks like I should get you home” Daryl said getting up from his spot “is that really the time?” I ask checking my phone “it really is!” I look up at him “mother would have made dinner by now” I say as we walk out the office. The church looked so beautiful at night, I had never seen it this late. I must have been staring at the stained glass too long as I felt his hand on my lower back “let’s get ya home” he spoke softly the hand on my back sending tingles up my spine. I felt my face heat up and I gave him a small nod allowing him to lead me out, his hand never leaving my back. When we made it to the parking lot I couldn’t see any cars. Just a motorbike which had a single helmet on it “is that your bike?” I ask looking at it “ever been on one?” he smiled walking me over to it “never” I answer honestly approaching the bike “put the helmet on” he says getting on the bike. I do so and then get on behind him “put your arms around my waist” my face turned a dark red and I did on feeling his stomach flex under my hands. “Hold on tight” and with that he started the bike and drove off.
The drive home was peaceful. My head resting on his back, hands round his waist as he drove. The air whipping round us and the world speeding past. I had never been this close to a man before and it caused a warm feeling in my stomach. Like I was going to throw up but in a good way. My mind wandered as we drove imagining what was under the shirt he wore. Were their more tattoos? Was he toned? My mind kept wondering, thinking about what more he had hidden away. Why was I getting improper thoughts about the priest? I was pulled out of my day dreaming when I felt the bike stop outside my house “here we are. Home sweet home” he said balancing the bike so I could dismount. He helped me take the helmet off and smiled at me “come by the church tomorrow” he said putting the helmet on “I think I can help you with the husband issue” and with that he drove away leaving me stood in the driveway, my face still a deep red. Shaking it off I made my way inside greeting my mother and father before grabbing the dinner my mother prepared and heating It up. After I ate in silence I made my way upstairs to read, Daryl never leaving my head as I entered my room, closing and locking the door. I lay in my bed thinking about him. Unholy things. I felt my hands drift down my chest towards between my legs feeling them slip under my skirt. Father Dixon never leaving my mind as I touched myself to the thought of him.
The following weeks I spent a lot of time in church with Daryl, us growing closer each passing day. And after each meeting I would explore myself to the thought of him. It was unholy and wrong, the guilt consuming me each time I did it. It got to the point I could hardly wait to get home. I had to stop and confess for I had committed a great deal of sins. That evening I was working in the church with Daryl trying to find the confidence to tell him. “What’s on your mind?” he suddenly asked “you’re unusually quiet today” I feel my face heat up “I have sinned Father Dixon” I admit shame lacing my voice “I have been impure in my actions after our meetings” I feel his eyes watching me as I spoke “impure actions?” I heard him ask, not noticing as he approached me “I have been touching myself to the thought of you” I barely whisper head bowed in shame as I confessed. “What thoughts have you been having about me?” I feel myself gulp “about your arms, your hands, what’s hidden under your clothes.” I feel my face get hotter as I feel his chest against my back, my heart pounding as I felt his hand come to rest on my hip “that is a sin sweetheart” he whispered turning me around and lifting my chin to look him in the eye. “what are we gonna do about that?” he asked, his deep blue eyes looking like storms as he inched his face closer to my own, his lips centimetres from mine. “I guess you’ll have to show me Daryl” I said closing the distance between us.
The kiss was intense, Daryl mainly leading it as I had no idea what I was doing. He pulled away briefly and smirked “first kiss as well? Wow you really are pure sweetheart” he teased surging in to kiss me again as he lead us to his desk. I let out a squeak as my ass hit the desk pulling away and panting “h-holy shit” I whispered looking up at him again “are you sure you want this” he asked, one of his large rough hands coming to up my cheek. I leant into his warm touch “yes please” I replied my hands coming to rest against his shoulders. I caught a smirk from him as he parted my legs with his knee, our hips pressed together. “You feel that sweet girl? That’s how you make me feel” he whispered in my ear. The tent in his jeans evident as it pressed against my core “tonight it’s all about you” he mumbled before his hands started on my shirt “if you had worn one of your dresses I would of fucked ya as soon as you arrived” he admitted sliding my shirt off my shoulders “knowing I would take the innocence you had in one of your pretty church dresses would make me lose control” his hands went to my chest giving my boobs a squeeze earning a gasp from me. “Look at these. No wonder every church boy wanted you” his hands danced round to my back as he unclipped my bra letting It fall to the floor. It hit the ground with a soft thud and his mouth was on me in an instance, his warm mouth on my nipple as his tongue swirled around it. I tossed my head back as my hands gripped his shoulders tightly soft sounds of pleasure leaving my lips. One of my hands drifted between us and I softly gripped him through his jeans, I felt him groan against my nipple and he gently bit down causing an unexpected moan to leave me “oh someone liked that” he mumbled as he switched breast giving the other one some much needed attention.
My hand experimentally moved into his jeans holding him through his boxers. The action caused him to move away and without breaking eye contact he undid his jeans watching my reaction as he pulled them down and kicked them off “you wanna take off yours?” he asked reaching for the top button of my jeans. “Take off your shirt” I say confidence suddenly rushing through me “not fair im the one shirtless. Ill take my jeans off if you take your shirt off” I see a smirk make its way onto his face at my sudden confidence “so much for that sweet church girl” he chuckled darkly before pulling his shirt over his head. I made quick work of my jeans and slid them off leaving us both in our underwear. “Look at you pretty girl” he said softly as his hands graced my hips carefully rubbing my sides “I cannot wait to stuff you full of me” he whispered in my ear his hand slipping between us as he rubbed my clothed clit. I unconsciously bucked my hips into his hand “there we go. So good for me sweetheart” he whispered in my ear. My hands traced up and down his chest finally getting to feel the muscles without the shirt barrier. This chest was just as toned as his arms and I felt the muscles ripple under my fingers “like what you see?” he asked his finger still rubbing my clothed clit as he pushed my hands away “very much so” I replied looking up at him. “I don’t actually know what to do now” I admit very flustered “let me”
Daryl helped me remove my underwear leaving me bare and vulnerable as he kissed down my chest, going lower each kiss until he was between me. His strong hands held my knees apart and I felt his breath on my core “just relax babygirl and let intuition takeover” he mumbled as his lips made contact with my clit. My hands went to his hair and I tangled my fingers in it holding on for dear life. Daryl’s tongue lapped at my clit and folds like a man starved. I felt him slip his tongue in, my moans growing louder each time he swiped at my clit. I pulled his hair and felt him bite my clit causing a gasp to leave my lips and pull his hair harder. I felt him groan against me which sent me over the edge my eyes practically roll into the back of my head as I let out a loud moan. “That’s my good girl” he mumbled sucking a hickey onto my thigh “so fucking good for me” I panted and whimpered letting out a whine as I felt one of his thick fingers slide into me “holy shit” I gasped falling back on his desk, knocking everything off the edge. We both laughed at the action and locked eyes. Daryl lunged forward and kissed me feverishly adding another finger our noises being swallowed by the kiss. My hands still tangled in his hair as I gave tugs of encouragement as the kiss grew in intensity my legs parting as much as possible as I felt him curl his fingers hitting a spot inside that I had no idea even existed. It felt like lightening coursing through my veins as I let out a loud gasp. “Daryl please” I whined against his lips. “Please take my purity” I beg holding his hair in a tight grip. I feel primal growl leave him “oh trust me baby. Im gonna”
I watched him withdraw his fingers and bring them too his mouth sucking them clean as we locked eyes. He pulled his boxers down watching my reaction as he sprang out his boxers. He was huge to say the least, I had only seen them in my anatomy books so I had no real idea what they looked like “don’t look so scared sweet thing” he said moving my legs apart and laying me back “it’ll hurt for a moment but if its too much tell me” he warned as his tip stroked between my folds a few times gathering wetness to use. I felt his large tip push in, my head tilting back as I screwed my eyes shut “holy shit” I hear him mumble, praises spilling from his lips as he pushed in inch by inch. I let out a wince and he stilled “you ok?” he asked sweetly his hand coming up to cup my cheek “it stings a little but keep going. I can take it” I assure him. I bite my lip as I feel him bottom out, out hips flush together. My hands move to rest on his shoulders once again as he gives me soft kisses “you feel so good” he mumbled “you’re such a good girl for me sweetheart” he whispered stroking my face with his hand “taking me so good” he mumbled “you can move” I finally tell him. Very slowly he pulls out before pushing back in. His thrusts calculated as the pain drifted to pleasure. He was long and thick in just the right ways hitting a spot deep within me that made my eyes roll. Daryl was letting out grunts his face contorted in bliss as he began to pound into me “look at you. My good girl” he said hands moving to my hips for a better grip “god damn” I moaned loudly as I arched my back “Daryl you feel so good” I whined softly as he caged me in with his arms “so unholy of you. Committing a sin like this” he teased using a hand to slip between us to toy with my clit circling it in speed with his thrusts “the fact you’re doing this in the lords house as well. So ungodly” he chuckled darkly as he brought me to my peak a loud cry leaving me as I threw my head back in pleasure “I know im so sinful” I whined as his thrusts gained speed. He quickly pulled out and flipped me over, my bare chest against the desk as he re-entered me and slammed back into me grabbing a fistful of my hair as he pulled it up “you’re mine now ya understand?” he growled in my ear “I’ll take you as my wife and each night we can do this. Until I fuck enough children into you. Would you like that?” he groaned lifting me up more “gonna pump you full of my cum until you’re round with my child” from the way he was ranting I could tell he was close as he let go of my hair letting me fall onto the desk “here it comes baby girl. Make sure you take it all like a good girl” he growled gripping my hips tightly as he pounded to his release. He let out an animalistic shout as he came, using his hands to keep me flush against his desk as he filled me. I could feel each throb of his cock as he came which triggered my own release.
We stilled for a moment before I felt him soften causing him to pull out. I heard him walk away to the corner of the room, the soft sound of a tap being turned on. I stood on unsteady legs as he came back helping me clean myself up “I wasn’t too rough was i?” he asked softly “n-no it was actually perfect” I tell him a small giggle leaving me “I meant what I said” he told me once we had cleaned and dressed “I’ll take you as a wife, im pretty sure your parents believe we are courting anyway” he admitted hand coming to my stomach “I meant all of it” he looked me in the eyes “you’re mine baby girl”