in which, sinnersevika! meets preacher’s daughter reader!
“god says “watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation!” your father shouted to the filled seats of the church. it was a hot summer day—june, ironically.
in the front bench you sat, your legs crossed and eyes wandering to the walls. you had heard this a million times. at the dinner table, on the road, even on the tv when your dad turned on his preachings at home.
so arrogant, you thought to yourself. your father was a preacher of opinion, not truth. if there even was truth in the bible.
like a sixth sense, you felt someone walk into the church. you turned, eyes widening. a small family walked in, looking normal until you saw the daughter.
tall, tan, and muscular. she stood over her father by a few inches and had a mug that clearly had a few choice words for this place. and her arm…bionic?
her father looked serious, apple not falling far from the tree. but her mother looked like the sweetest lady on earth, smiling bright.
but if it’s one thing you learned from church it was that looks were deceiving.
your father’s eyes tracked the family, looking with a mild disgust at the daughter but staying poised. he continued his sermon, putting on a performance of righteousness.
you stood along with the others when he finally finished, raising your hand for the benediction and immediately trying to leave when he declared church was over.
“child of mine!” you heard as you were halfway to the door, making you sigh, put on a fake smile, and turn to your father. “yes, sir?”
“i would like you to meet the new members to our church!” smile, but it was fake. he only smiled when there was money and spirits involved.
“mr. and mrs. misra, along with their daughter, sevika.” you smiled politely, offering each of them a handshake. when you reached the daughter she looked to you in the eye, making something in the bottom of your stomach tremble.
you pulled away slowly, catching her small smirk through her hardened expression. “it’s a pleasure to have you with us.”
you father smiled, but his eyes watched sevika with a caution. “well then, how about we get you two the members guide and our children can converse, hm?”
he led her parents away, looking back at you once. play nice. you rolled your eyes, looking at sevika.
“want a tour of the place?”
“mph-shit!” you whined, trying to keep quiet.
you were in the bible study room’s coat closet, back against the wall while her fingers curled deep inside your soaked pussy.
“shh, you want to get caught?” sevika feigned caution, watching you with a disgusting smile.
“you want the preacher’s daughter being seen with the fingers of a sinner deep in her aching pussy?” your body trembles at her words, the thought of being caught like this was both terrifying and exhilarating.
“n-no!” you whimpered, nails digging into her thick biceps through her white button-up. she cupped your chin, making your dazed eyes focus on her. “then keep quiet, princess.”
her lips attacked yours, thick fingers never stopping their movements inside you. tears found their way down your cheeks, the pleasure intensifying.
she broke away for air, licking your spit off her lips. “mm, you taste so good pretty…” her fingers slowed, sliding out of your warm canal.
devastation was written on your face, making her laugh. “i just wonder how the rest of you would taste.” she sucked the two digits into her mouth, moaning at how you tasted.
you watched in awe, pulling her closer. she dropped to her knees, hoisting you up on her shoulders. “tell me i can taste you.”
was she…begging? her eyes were glazed over in something you hadn’t seen before, strong hands gripping your plush thighs.
“tell me, sweetness. tell me so i can make you feel good.” she whined, a side of her coming out that made your clit pulse.
you nodded, spreading your legs wider. “you can t-taste me…and make me feel good.” she didn’t even wait for you to finish, latching her mouth onto your folds.
you gasped, hands gripping her hair to keep anything else from leaving your lips. sevika are you like she was starved, chin dripping in spit and your slick.
her eyes were low but still trained on you, feeding off every reaction you gave her.
when your hips started buckling up she knew you were close, sliding her tongue into your hole and fucking you with it.
“fuck!” your eyebrows furrowed, beads of sweat gathering on your forehead. “y-your tongue is s’long, sev!” you whined, feeling your orgasm build in the pit of your stomach.
she felt it too, sliding out of you and sucking on your hard clit. you let out a sharp cry, head falling back as you came.
your vision went white, grounding your pussy on her face. she took it all in, licking up your arousal as it flowed from you.
she waited till you finished to pull away, coming up to kiss you. she spit your essence back into your mouth, groaning from the aftermath of her own orgasm.
you both pulled away in pants, watching each other. “welcome to the church,” you smiled breathlessly. she blushed, soft red dusting her cheeks.
“what a fucking welcome it was.”
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