The Devil Within Ch 02

Sarah spent the whole night and morning in a restless sleep. She couldn't remember her dreams, but they induced fever in her, and she awoke with a burning need between her legs. She twisted and turned in bed to try and find some relief from her thoughts, but all she could think about was Clarke, what she had done last night, and what she wanted to do right now. Sarah bit her bottom lip, moved her hand slowly down to her breast, and pinched the nipple; doing that immediately led to a gush of wetness in her pussy.

"Oh, that feels nice!" she moaned out in a tortured voice. As she pinched her nipple, her other hand went down between her legs and rubbed her panties. She pulled them tight and moved her cunt against them.

"Fuck," she called out before forcing her hand away from herself and beginning to feel that immense guilt again. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She had urges sometimes, but she had never felt like this before. She couldn't control it. The hunger inside was eating inside her. She had removed her hands from her breast and pussy, but the fire still raged. All she knew was that she needed a thick, juicy cock more than she had ever needed God.

Sarah debated what to do, but before she could even think it through, her phone was in her hand, dialing Clarke's number.

He answered on the second ring. "Babe, is everything okay?"

His calm and strong voice immediately reassured her and made her feel safe. "Hi, baby. I know I don't usually call you this early, but I needed to hear your voice. I feel like something is wrong with me, but at the same time, I've never felt better."

"Are you sick," Clarke asked with concern.

"No...but something is happening to my body. I feel like there's a fever inside me, and it's burning to get out. I'm restless. I'm hot all over. Something wet is going on in-between my legs. I can't control it, Clarke. I need you."

Clarke released a little chuckle, and Sarah forced herself up from the bed and said forcefully, "It's not funny! I'm scared. It feels like something is consuming me!"

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm not laughing at you. It's just such a switch from your usual behavior!"

"I know. That's why it scares me. You know how much I've wanted to wait until we're married to partake in any sexual activity. Could you try and help calm me down?"

"Of course, Sarah. Tell me what I can do to help. What do you need from me to feel better?"

A devilish smile crossed her face. "I what that fat thing between your thighs. It's the only thing that will soothe me."

Clarke's cock gave an immediate jerk.

"What?" he called out in shock.

He couldn't believe what she was saying or what he was hearing. She sounded drugged, but he knew that his sweet Sarah would never do anything like that. Her voice sounded so lusty and desperate.

"Please, don't think differently of me," she begged. "I can't help it, baby. You're so sexy and waiting this past year has been torture. I need you to relieve me of it. Over the phone. Right now."

His dick gave another lurch. Oh, he had something to provide her with, alright. Something meaty.

Clarke shook his head to try and divert these thoughts. He knew this was how he used to behave, but he was different now. He needed to try and calm Sarah down and reassure her that it was normal to be horny.

He was still trying to figure out what to say to her when her breathy voice came back over the line.

"I'm so wet, baby. It's soaking through my panties, and I'm all creamy on the insides of my thighs."

"Fuck," he muttered. Clarke was a better man than he used to be but hearing her say that made him want to pull out his cock and make her listen to what she did to him.

"I have to touch myself, Clarke. I can't help it. Talk me through it."

"Fuck, Sarah. You're so fucking sexy." Clarke reached into his boxers and took ahold of his thick dick in his hand. He let go of it for a second, so it slapped against his stomach.

"You hear that, Sarah? That was my cock that you made so fat. I know I should reason and try to stop you, so you don't regret this, but you've got me so fucking horny that I can't think straight."

"Oh, yes! Tell me more. I've been touching myself over my panties, and now I just dragged my fingers through my wetness," Sarah moaned as she started to play with her slit and rubbed her juices all over her clit.

"Play with that pretty pussy."

For a moment, Sarah was shocked by the vulgar language, but she got over it very quickly and started to do just as Clarke asked her to.

"Ooh, baby. It feels so good. I'm leaking." Sarah started to insert two fingers inside her pussy. The bite of pain made her whimper, and she could hear Clarke's groan.

"Fuck that tight cunt like I would if I were there. Pump those fingers in and out so you can make room for my fat cock."

"Fuck!" She used one finger to rub her clit while she pumped the two others in and out of herself as Clarke instructed. She was so wet and juicy that a squelching noise carried over the phone.

"Tell me what you're doing to yourself," she begged her fiancé. "I need to hear it."

"I've got my hand wrapped around my cock. I started slowly, but you've got me so worked up that I'm stroking harder and faster."

Sarah started panting as she worked her fingers harder and faster like he was doing. "More. Tell me what you would do to me if you were in my bedroom."

"If I were there, I would spank your perfect ass as I thrust into your cunt. I want to fuck your brains out, Sarah. I've tried to be good," he huffed out, and she could hear slapping as his hand moved faster. "But I'm not good right now. All I want to do is destroy that pussy. I want to show you how good I can fuck you and make you beg for my cock like a slut."

"Fuck, Clarke!"

"Does my slutty church girl like hearing how I want to tear that tight little pussy apart?"

"Oh, God yes!"

"Fuck. I knew there was a slut buried inside of that insanely hot body."

"Clarke, I'm so close."

"Me too, baby. I want to come all over those tits and make you rub you rub the cum into your nipples before you suck one into your mouth."

Sarah could barely breathe when she heard that. Her walls started to flutter around her fingers, and she knew that she would have a massive orgasm brought on by her fiancé's filthy mouth.

Clarke thrust his cock through his fist and pretended it was Sarah's cunt he was fucking. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this horny. His cock felt numb; there was so much pleasure, and he knew he would explode soon.

"You like my huge tits, baby?"

"Fucking love them." His eyes started to roll back in his head, and he could feel the cum boiling in his balls. "Fuck. I'm going to jizz everywhere."

"I want it, Clarke," Sarah whined. I want it in my mouth, and I even want you to cum in my pussy so I can scoop some out and taste it before fucking it back inside me."

"Oh, fuck YES! You dirty little slut. My load is going to come spurting out of my fat cock any second."

That's all it took before he heard Sarah explode.

"FUUUCK! Oh fuck, yes! My juices are squirting everywhere! Fuck, it feels so good, Clarke!"

Clarke thrust his cock through his fist one more time and massaged his balls as his orgasm began. "Oh, fuck. Here it comes, Sarah. My nut is exploding out of me. Fuck! Take it all!" He started to jizz in thick, long ropes, and it wouldn't stop.

"Baby, listening to you is going to make me come again! Fuck, you sound so hot when you lose control. I want to lick all the cum off your cock and swallow it down."

"Oh yeah? Do you want a mouthful the next time I see you? You want to get on your knees and suck this fat cock?"

"YES!" Sarah shouted. "I want to taste your cock and suck it."

"Fuck," he mumbled as he continued to come. Clarke's orgasm was so intense that he felt a zip of heat go down his spine.

"Oh, I'm cumming again! I'm tapping my clit and squirting! FUCK!"

Hearing that, Clarke sprayed a few more final strands of cum out of his dick but stayed hard. It wasn't enough. He needed to ruin her cunt with his cock.

For a moment, there was only heavy breathing on the phone as both of their orgasms waned, and they fell silent. He wanted more and was just about to say so when he heard her voice come over the line sounding very small.

"Babe," she started. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I feel better now, but I also feel dirty and used."

Clarke sighed. He figured this might happen but was still disappointed. He had just had one of the best sexual experiences of his life, and it was only jerking off; he couldn't imagine how being with her would be. Now, that sounded like just a pipe dream.

"Clarke, please say something."

He swallowed everything he wanted to say and told her, "I'm sorry, Sarah. I shouldn't have let my baser instincts get the best of me. I wanted you so much, and you were so sexy, baby."

"I love you, Clarke. I want to be with you sexually, but it has to be on our wedding night."

He nodded even though she couldn't see him. "I know. We just got caught up in the passion of everything. It will only be a one-time slipup until our wedding."

"You said such vulgar things, and so did I. Do you think God will judge me for them?"

"Of course not. God created us to be sexual beings too, Sarah."

"Do you really want me to be a slut?"

As soon as the word slut was out of her mouth, his cock gave another lunge. "No," he lied. "It was just in the heat of the moment."

Sarah spent the rest of the day a nervous wreck. She couldn't deny how good she felt or that her body felt relieved. She had felt amazing during her release, but it was after the guilt came through, and she didn't like how she felt.

To take her mind off the feelings, she went downtown and spent the day with some of her church friends. They always put her in a good mood, and it was a relief to be around godly people. She also decided to go and check on some wedding venues and finalize some of the other tedious details that Clarke wouldn't want to be involved in.

Soon enough, it was time to go home. She walked through the front door and saw her father sitting in the front parlor. She had always been close to him, much more than her mother. She wondered what he would think, and she knew right away that he would be disappointed in her.

She treaded carefully into the parlor and whispered, "Hi, daddy."

Her father looked up and took his reading glasses off. "Hi, baby." He must've noticed the expression on her face because his brow furrowed, and he looked worried. "Is everything okay, angel?"

She shook her head and crumpled into his arms. "I'm ashamed of myself."

Her father ran a hand down her back to try and soothe her. "Tell me what's going on."

"I've been having...urges. I don't know what to do with them, daddy!"

"What kind of urges?"

"The kind that feels good at the moment," she whispered into her father's neck. She couldn't look up at him because she was afraid of what she might find.

"Oh," her father breathed.

He sounded highly uncomfortable, and Sarah's heart plunged. "I'm sorry, daddy."

"That's nothing to be ashamed of, pumpkin. Sexual urges are normal, and you will explore them after you're married. You must remember that your first duty is to God, not the urges that run through you."

"Of course, daddy. I've always been able to control them, but lately, it feels different."

"You're a beautiful young lady, Sarah. Don't let the devil lead you astray and into sin."

"Never, daddy!" Sarah was aghast, and more shame filled her.

She hugged her father tighter, and suddenly the guilty feelings left her. Instead, she focused on hugging her father tighter. Her father was lean and lightly muscled. She ran her hand up and down his biceps while she clung to his chest. Eventually, she pulled away, looked him straight in the eye, and asked if he was ashamed of her.

"Never," he said as he smiled.

A fluttery feeling awoke in her stomach, and her nipples tightened. She was terrified of the emerging and familiar sexual feelings and let her eyes run down her father's shape until they landed on his lap. All of a sudden, all Sarah could think about was his dick. She wondered if he was big. Her mouth was full of saliva, and she wanted to get down on her knees and suck her daddy's cock until he blasted a load down her throat. She'd suck his cock so good that his loyalty would be to her and not some God he looked up to.

She jumped up and backed away suddenly. She needed to get to her room. Her pussy needed attention, and she knew that her mind wouldn't be full of images of her fiancé tonight. No, instead, she would think about her daddy.

"Goodnight, daddy," she breathed as she bent down to kiss her father on the cheek. "Your words helped me."

"Are you sure, Sarah?"

She nodded as she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. Oh, he helped, alright. He had helped her see that the solution for what plagued her was more cock.