50 | Over The Edge

**Third Person POV**

Gabriel heard everything he needed to hear.
He had been craving for her like a starving man. He had imagined her for countless nights and during frozen showers that he was forced to take in order to control his dick. And sometimes, it was not enough either.
For six years, he tried to starve himself, and he did not even bother to bat an eyelid, and yet every equation changed with Sienna.
But what about his vow? A vow that he made to his mother in heaven and to God? What did an oath mean to him if only six years later, after swearing chastity, he was ready to plunge his cock into her sweet, virginal pussy.
Was he taking advantage of her?
Hell no. After years of being a sexual bastard, Gabriel cared for someone for the first time. He felt protective of her. And everything was more than sex with Sienna.
His palms reached around to grab her naked breasts, weighing and cupping gently until she found a rhythm and he changed pace. The nipples were pinched and twisted, jolting electric waves through her body and making her whimper.
He got down on his haunches and pulled down her yoga pants, pausing for a moment. Her breath hitched too.
Gabriel pressed the flat of his palm against the small of her back.
“Sienna?” He called her out softly.
Her head turned a little, looking over her shoulder. From her position, it was a little difficult to see his face or read his expression. But unmistakably, she recognised the dangerous tone.
“Did you go around, looking for me, without underwear?”
His hand was resting just above her ass now. Nervous and twitching, Sienna only gave a small nod.
“Was that purposeful?”
A hitching pause.
Then another nod.
The crack that followed resounded through the room, and she almost jumped at the feeling of his hand smacking her ass. Shamelessly, she moaned and pushed her ass up further.
The Lord knew how badly Gabriel wanted to spank her.
He wanted to paint her ass and then take her from behind, watching the crimson bloom of his handiwork. A filthy fantasy, and yet he was ready to indulge.
And Sienna was no less to fuel his fire.
“Please, please,” she whimpered and mewled like a pliant kitten under his hard hand. “I am sorry, Father.”
Leave it to this wanton girl, and she could make a sinner out of a saint.
He rained spanks on her asscheeks, watching the globed jiggle and quiver under his hand. “My naughty little lamb,” he husked. “Show me how wet you are.”
“What?”
“Show me how wet you are,” he repeated and added, “Part your ass cheeks for me.”
“Me?” She gaped a little.
He pinched her ass where he had spanked. “Are you trying to dawdle?”
“No!”
“Do it, now.”
Sienna blushed, biting her lips, while her hands grabbed the cheeks and parted only a little. Gabriel was done with the tease.
“I will count to three,” he warned. “If your pink little pussy is not visible to me by then, I am going to stake a strap to it and paint it red.”
His threat made her curl her fingers tightly against her skin as she obliged. Widening her stance, she spread herself wide open for his inspection.
“Fuck, you are wet,” she heard him praise and then felt the wild sensation of his tongue against her quivering bud. He lapped from her clit to her ass, and Sienna found it difficult to hold herself steady. Her legs were trembling, and if it weren’t for Gabriel’s strong hands grabbing her thighs, she would have collapsed.
Jesus, there was nothing sweeter than sin itself.
Sienna shook her head. “I am going to hell.”
“You and me, both,” Gabriel murmured from behind, standing tall over her and dragged her to bed.
In two seconds, Sienna was lying on top of the mattress, and he was on top of her. He surrounded her. Arms, hands, lips, and raw masculine need — he was everywhere all at once.
Every kiss, every caress, every bite and mark on her skin was a long, expeditious seduction.
“Are you scared?” Gabriel asked her. His dick was pressing against her belly in anticipation.
“Never,” Sienna breathed against his mouth.
“You should be. I might split your pussy in half,” he growled in warning.
“Just fuck me!” She begged and cried.
“I need to prepare you first,” she heard him say, and he took two of his fingers and pushed them into her mouth. “Suck on them. Make it wet, Sienna. Be a good girl for me.”
Maybe the last sentence was all the encouragement Sienna needed. She sucked his fingers like her life depended on them and moaned and choked on them a little. He, then, took them out of her mouth with a loud pop before plunging them into her wet channel.
Fuck, Sienna had never felt more alive.
He was invading her with his heat, stroking her with his touch and his digits sinking through flesh. Gabriel practically consumed her sensual awareness.
“You will let me know if it hurts,” he said, reminding himself that she was all but a sweet virgin.
Sienna could only nod.
She watched as Gabriel climbed off her for a second and discarded his clothes. He started with his pants, followed by the briefs and let his opened black shirt remained draped over his shoulder.
Somehow, it added on to the degree of forbidden pleasures.
It was a constant reminder for Sienna what he was — a priest and a headmaster of her school, and the fact that he was drawing every dirty pleasure out of her, made it all the more irresistible.
Gabriel grabbed his throbbing cock with one hand, pumping it up a little while drunken eyes were fixated on him. Unlike yesterday, he was not inebriated. He knew what he was doing and the consent involved between them.
“*You are mine.” His timbre roughened. “Only mine.*”
Sienna did not know where those words came from, but she gently extended her arms, beckoning him. Gabriel approached, adjusting himself between her legs and positioned his pulsating cock at her damp entrance.
Sienna’s nippled hardened.
“It is going to hurt,” he mumbled before entering her pussy. Sienna cried out. Her spine curved, needing the pleasure and jolting from the pain as he used the slowest of movements to ease her discomfort.
And there, in the rectory of a priest, Sienna Emerson lost her virginity. It was none other than a Catholic priest breaking his vow of celibacy in order to claim her innocence.
Inch by inch, he pushed, his body shaking above hers while his gorgeous eyes never looked away.
“Breathe, baby, breathe,” he coached.
His own cock was starving, and it had been six years since he had been inside of a pussy. But the patience he exuded was, at best tenacious. Again, in a first, Gabriel kept her comfort over his.
“Gabriel…I…”
The stretching band swelled into enormous pressure. She shifted, widening her legs to accommodate his girth. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
“Spread yourself as much as you can, baby,” he guided. The words husked from the back of his throat, low and scratchy.
Gabriel managed to pull himself out and worked back in, burying himself to the hilt. He had not had sex for six years, and yet his patience was worth commending.
Sienna felt his everywhere as her core muscles clenched. Once she overcame the pain, the pleasure started to sprout. “Harder,” she whimpered. Her eyes were glassy, mouth opened and panting.
“You are going to come,” he announced in her ears and then topped her earlobe. “You are going to come on my cock.”
The sensations he scattered through her were unfathomable. Especially once he got going and really let the reins out. His muscles flexed and bunched, his body a sensuous line of sex.
He was built for this, Sienna thought. The man knew how to fuck and pleasure a female.
Between greedy kisses and magnetic attraction, Sienna came screaming. It was nothing like the orgasm last night, but so much better.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he praised. “Fuck it like the dirty girl you are.”
She was indeed wanton, with her legs splayed and her tits bouncing. In her eyes, there were glistening lust and adoration for the man who was thirteen years older than her.
“You are mine,” Gabriel growled. His impending climax made him all the more wild. His thrust deepened, growing harder and punctuated every word with renewed ferocity. “You belong to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yours,” she uttered.
The air changed with his declaration and her acceptance. It thickened and deepened, and their bodies came together in a more profound way, fusing on a soulful level that transcended the lost bonding between them.
Each thrust from him set like an expression, an extension of something growing beyond the flesh and bones. She felt her world expanding, and where she had once only known her loneliness and depression, she now felt warmth and soul-deep happiness.
A moment later, Gabriel came inside her.
“Oh, fuck, fuck. Sienna!” He slammed to a stop, buried himself in her womb and dropped his head back, roaring her name.

***
Gabriel and Sienna lay on that small bed, barely fit for two adults and spooned each other. A few minutes ago, he unsheathed himself from between her legs and made her comfortable on the bed. He, then, wiped her ravaged pussy with a soft, damp cloth and tended to her as a young lover would.
It was a little hard to believe because Sienna had never seen this side of Gabriel. Sure, he had taken care of her when she was discharged from the hospital and housed in the rectory beside his. But after sex? She wondered if any man gave so much effort.
The comfort that followed post-exhaustion lured her into a nap. Before Gabriel made it under the covers, she fell asleep. And the next time she woke up with a start, her head was pillowed against his biceps.
“Are you okay?” He asked softly, kissing her temples.
“I have never been better. It feels…amazing.” Sienna sighed.
“I bet it does.”
She turned her head slightly to see the faint outline of his handsome face. “Six years later, how does it feel?”
Gabriel let out a loud exhale. “I could break a thousand vows to sin with you. That’s how it feels.”
“Wow! You are something else, Father Sullivan.”
He firmed his hold and pulled her closer to his naked body. “You use my title purposely, right?”
Sienna laughed like a carefree girl and tilted up her chin. “Priest or not, you are mine.”
“I am,” he acknowledged easily.
“Will you…be in trouble if someone finds out, Gabriel?” Sienna worried. “I mean, you will be. We have to be careful.”
After all that they experienced together, there was no way she could detach herself from him. Her biggest strength and weakness was Father Gabriel Sullivan himself.
Gabriel eased her worries and tapped her cheeks with his fingers. “No one should suspect, given the naughty little troublemaker you are. I can haul you into my office any damn time of the day and cane this pert ass.” His other hand tapped her ass cheeks. “Although, it will hardly teach you a lesson.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about me, Father. I’d be in your office every damn day to receive my punishment. It’s you who is going to tire yourself out, old man.”
*Oh, she was in real trouble now*.
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**And they finally do it! What do you think it means for Sienna and Gabriel? Will they accept each other wholeheartedly now?**