1 comments/ 4785 views/ 3 favorites Passion or Prayer By: CarolinaCuntry A necklace on a man is all kinds of sexy. The gold chain was the first thing I noticed about him, even before seeing his muscles ripple as he flexed under his tight t-shirt. The bright white cotton a beautiful contrast to his Hispanic skin accentuated by days spent working in the sun. My first few hours as the office secretary of Construction Corp hadn't even passed and already my breath had been taken away. He was beautiful. The next several weeks were a whirlwind, as I learned the ins and outs of my new position. I easily fell into a routine. I was there before first light to open the office and there after sunset to lock up before heading to the gym for an intense workout and then crashing into bed for a few hours before beginning the cycle again. Although we were introduced on the first day and I knew a lot about him from his personnel file, Raphael and I were both shy and it took a while for us to even begin wishing each other a "Good Morning" and "Buenos Noches". Sometime during the middle of the summer, he was promoted to shift supervisor which called for a couple hours of paperwork every night once he had finished on the physical job. Being the one with the key to the office, I always hung around until he finished. He would walk me out and wait while I set the alarm and locked up for the night. Slowly, we shyly began sharing our stories. He had immigrated from Mexico with his wife and her family, living in California for a few years until her untimely death. He had taken his two children and moved to the Southeast to squelch the haunting memories of their love. He talked about his children with such love and was always eager to get home to kiss them goodnight, but as the weeks passed, we began to linger near the door in conversation long after I had locked up for the night. We talked about everything. Our childhood, our past, our dreams, religion. He was Catholic, I discovered, once I had built up the courage to ask about the pendant hanging from the gold chain that never left his neck. A saint. Being interested in religions and believing in some sort of higher power, I was intrigued with his story and his devotion to his faith. One night, as I took the key from the lock and turned to face him, he hadn't stepped away from the landing and we were suddenly only a breath apart. I felt the air rip from my lungs even as he made a dark, low sound deep in his chest. I called up my courage and tentatively brushed my fingertips down his hand, then up his arm, reveling in the hard, hard muscles beneath them. Abruptly, he got that 'deer in the headlights' look, turned, rushed to his truck and drove away. I felt inexplicably bereft in the absence of him as I went about my evening routines. The next day, he avoided me. I felt broken. How could I have been so stupid? I knew he was conflicted, after all, fornication was highly anti-Catholic in every sense, but he had invaded my space first! Had I read the signs all wrong? Later that night, he emerged from his office, signaling that he was done for the night. Instead of opening the door for me as he usually did, he stopped and turned towards me. My breath caught in my throat when I met his smoldering gaze. "I've prayed" he began in his delicious lilt "I've prayed that my desire for you would be taken away, that I could control it. But, Dios mio! I cannot stay away from you!" His eyebrows had barely lifted in an unasked question before I had taken a step into him. The pleading look in his eyes vanished as his primal instincts took over. Before I could say a single word, he had pushed my bag from my hands and grasped my shoulders, turning me, pinning me to the door. Our lips met, his hot mouth scorching my skin as he traced a path down my neck. His powerful thigh forced my legs apart as his hands captured mine above my head. I was overcome with sensations. My surprise had given way to an enormous wave of lust. I began to grind my dripping pussy into the thigh that was violating my secret space. A moan escaped my lips seconds before he left my neck to drown the sound with his mouth. His hands released mine, only to take hold of my blouse. A quick pull and the buttons were skittering across the floor, a touch and my aching, tender breasts were free. He paused a moment to pull his t-shirt over his head, then crushed his bare chest to mine. He covered my breasts with his hands, feeling the weight of them as he kissed me again. His lips traveled down to take a nipple into his mouth. Another groan escaped him as he suckled from first one and then the other. I came. Hard. My legs nearly gave way as the rush of my orgasm hit me full on, but he yanked up my pencil skirt and lifted me around his waist in one smooth motion. My legs wrapped around his fit body, I felt the bulge of his erection through his jeans rubbing my engorged clit through my lacy thong as he carried me to the couch in my office. The sensation was almost enough to send me over the edge for a second time. My hands moved over his smoothly shaved head, down his back, his arms, his chest, down to undo the fly of his jeans. I was shaking so hard with desire at this point, it seemed to take ages to free his cock. The cock I had been dreaming of since the first day he walked into the office came into view as I slid his jeans downward, my hands taking advantage and fully palming his sculpted ass on the way down. Uncut, at least 8 inches long and wide enough that my hands could barely wrap around it, his penis was any woman's wet dream. I couldn't resist letting my tongue sneak out to taste the drop of precum glistening on the end of his impressive member. His strong hands lifted me up and laid me on the couch. He buried his head into my chest again for a moment before looking into my eyes for the permission he so desperately needed. I nodded at him and he drove his cock home, into my waiting, soaking wet cunt. The sudden impact of his hard flesh threw me into an immediate second orgasm. The wet walls of my vagina clenched him, greedily milking his seed. He continued to thrust, his powerful arms on either side of my head. I took in the beautiful cut of his shoulders that shook as he came, finally reaching release inside my throbbing, aching wetness. The gold pendant he always wore swung temptingly in my face. As the peak of ecstasy made him arch upward for a final thrust, I took the saintly image into my hand. I kissed it, sending up a prayer to his God, begging forgiveness for the sins we would commit again. And again. And again. Passion or Prayer Pt. 02 This is a continuation of a previously submitted story. It stands on its own, but if you want to catch the nuances, I'd recommend starting with Passion and Prayer. ~~~~~~~~~~~ He took me so many times that first night that I lost count. We barely had time to make it home for a quick shower before heading back to unlock the office for the day. I was afraid that my fair complexion would give away my secret, but as the day went on, no one seemed to notice my rampant blushing over forbidden memories. Even glancing at the couch in my cramped office brought the flame to my face as my heart raced in memory of his touch. He was no help. While the thought crossed my mind that he might decide to brag about his conquest to his men, I knew that he wasn't one to share such intimate details, much less flaunt his indiscretions, so that wasn't the problem. The problem was his eyes. They kept catching mine and sending my heart into an indelicate tempo. Every time he looked at me, his gaze softened. I melted. If my blushing didn't give us away, surely his beautiful expressions would! Surprisingly, we made it to the end of the day without discovery. I kept my well rounded behind securely glued to my chair as the last employee clocked out. Trying to focus on the final bit of paperwork, trying not to marvel at the constant wetness that plagued my pussy, trying to keep myself from attacking him in his office, ripping off his clothes. My blouse from the night before had to be smuggled out in the waste bin and as intensely sexy as it had been, with my small salary, I didn't want to make ripping my favorite clothes a habit. After what seemed an eternity, he appeared in the doorway, looking down, shamefacedly. "What's gotten into you?" I asked petulantly. "You've been making eyes at me all day. I've practically creamed myself, and now that we're alone you can't even look at me?" He glanced up with a devilish grin that would have weakened the knees of any angel ...and I was no angel. "I was not sure that you would want to see me." He lied. "I suppose I did see enough of you last night" I quipped. He smiled at the joke. "Are you ready?" The loaded question sent a shiver of excitement straight to my dripping cunt. I squeezed my thighs together, biting my lip against a moan as my jeans grazed a sensitive spot "You don't plan to stay the night here again?" "No, abuela was not pleased when I didn't come home last night with no explanation. I almost missed sending mis hijos to school this morning." "I'm sorry." and I truly was. No way in heaven or hell that I regretted last night, but I knew that Raphael's children were his life. Would this mean there would be no more of the sins that I had already asked forgiveness for? My pounding heart nearly stopped at the thought; my hands suddenly aching to caress him. I blew out a deep breath of relief when he suggested that he come over to my apartment after putting his little darlings to bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~ I showered. Decided on a simple black lace teddy that was more of a lacy thong attached to a lacy bra by thin strips of more lace. The scanty cups of the bra did little to support my generous Dcup breasts, leaving them gently hanging like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. The doorbell rang. I threw on a barely-there cotton robe that didn't quite cover my ass cheeks and rushed to open it. The look of lust that crossed his face as I greeted him at the door sent a new surge of wetness to my already damp mound. He stepped into the room and gave me space to lock the door. Before the tumblers had even fallen into place, he was behind me, brushing my hair to the side and leaving trails of kisses up my sensitive neck. I stopped to enjoy the sensation. Lifting my arms to caress his shaved head behind me, leaning against his broad chest and arching my back into him as his hands claimed my breasts under their inadequate coverings. His big, warm, work-worn hands fondled my breasts gently, then suddenly pinched and pulled at my nipples, almost roughly, the shock and contrasting sensation making me cry out his name. He freed the tie in my robe and pulled it gently off my shoulders, stepping away to let it puddle on the floor and taking in my 5 foot 8 frame with a satisfied smirk. I resisted the urge to cover myself, but lowered my eyes. For a moment, I was afraid to meet his gaze. He wanted me. Me! He had proved it time and again last night. I had nothing to fear from this wildly passionate man. I turned and tried to lift my gaze to meet his, but it was captured by the sudden tightness in his pants. I licked my lips as I slipped my hand into the waistband of his jeans and bravely led him to my bedroom. ~~~~~~~ I let him push me onto the bed, knowing that with a man this strong, I would have to choose my battles. Sitting up on my knees, I tugged his shirt over his head. Stopping only to massage his shoulders with my hands as my tongue dropped down to circle his nipples. I continued the path, licking and kissing his tight abs all the way down to the sexy trail of hair that disappeared into his snug jeans. I unbuttoned them slowly. One. Button. At. A. Time. Lingering to kiss and suck at each newly revealed patch of skin. He had gone commando. As the final button came undone, his rock hard penis emerged from its cave. My mouth watered in anticipation as my tongue snaked out for a taste of his glorious, uncut, 8 inch piece of heaven on earth. Just before I made contact, Raphael gently pushed me back onto the bed and loomed over me. Determined to get my way, I struggled to flip over, but his days of manual labor made it impossible for me to get the upper hand. I placed both hands squarely on his taut, toffee colored chest, opened my deep blue eyes in the most innocent look I could conjure and simply said "Please?" His body stopped moving as he looked at me, struggling to understands question in the heat of the moment. Finally, he seemed to realize what I was asking and rolled onto his back, pulling me atop him in a surprisingly smooth motion. I bent down to kiss him. Our tongues fighting for dominance. Trying to become one. I felt as though I couldn't kiss him deep enough, long enough, hard enough. I swung a leg over his thighs and positioned myself over his hard, straining cock. I rose to my knees and sunk into him like a prayer. His girth filled my aching pussy completely, but I felt as I could never have enough of him. That I would never be whole on my own again. I rode him wildly. My face uplifted. His hands roved my body until they found purpose; one hand supporting my back and the other pressing down into the space between us. He fingered me there, as I bucked my hips in a smooth rocking motion. The wave of ecstasy hit me moments before he let himself go, squirting his hot cum deep inside my clenching walls. Spent, I collapsed on top of him. We held each other. Unexpected tears wet both our faces as I shifted and felt his penis slip from me. I felt the loss of him so strongly. I had an inexplicable urge to keep him safe inside me. He pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly to his chiseled chest, his pendant cool between our fevered skin. He murmured sweet Spanish phrases in my ear, maybe meant for me, maybe for his God. Then, for the first time since we had discovered our love, we slept.