Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Sunlight beams in through the south window behind her, while the other side of the church is buried in shadows. Light and dark. We are definitely that. Our lives are full of light. Good. Service to the community. But in our private time, we live to indulge our fantasies. You might say we’re religious about it.
“Hi there, preacher,” she drawls, reaching the end of my pew, trailing her finger along the wooden back of the bench as she saunters toward me. “I don’t mean to interrupt your quiet time, but I wondered…” She stops right in front of me, bracing her hands on the pew behind her, arching her back to show off the titties she can barely keep from popping out of her dress. “…if there’s anything you might need before this morning’s service?”
As if she can’t see my cock pulsing eagerly against my thigh.
As if we didn’t arrange for her aunt to babysit our sons for an hour, so I could burn off some of my incessant and obsessive hunger for this woman.
“There’s nothing I need,” I say, but there’s a very clear burr of tumultuous need in my voice. “Why don’t you go outside and wait with the rest of the congregation for the service to start?” I rasp, starting to breath hard.
She bites her smiling lip and pushes off the pew, bringing that incredible body closer, the fingers of her right hand slowly sinking into my hair, dragging her nails over my scalp. “We both know I’m not like the rest of your flock, preacher. Don’t we?”
The pulse in my neck is hammering. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t you?” she leans down and whispers against my mouth, licking my upper lip in such a seductive way, my balls turn to stone. “I’m the only member of the church you can’t seem to stop fucking.”
“We have to stop,” I say raggedly, because oh lord, she’s walking her fingers down my chest, my belly, and wrapping my cock in her fist, jacking me off in a firm, perfect way that contracts every muscle below my neck. “I’m supposed to be setting an example for worshipers.”
“But you worship me so well,” she purrs, setting one knee beside my hip, followed by the other, until she’s straddling me in a kneel, still beating me off in her fist while our mouths venture closer, closer. “You might preach about salvation to them, but…you show it to me, don’t you? And I show it to you right back.”
It’s taking every iota of my willpower not to pin her down and stuff my cock up that tight slit between her legs, but damn…she loves this. Loves playing the bad girl who seduces the holy man. And it’s not really an act at all, is it? She’s so much more than a seductress, but when we’re playing like this, that’s all she wants to be. My bad little whore. If I wasn’t assured beyond measure that she knows the opposite to be true, I would have a hard time engaging in these fantasies, but my wife knows she’s my treasure. Knows I would burn the world down for her. So I absorb the pleasure in her eyes when I snag her wrist, ceasing her torturous up and down strokes of my cock.
“You force me into sin with your harlot’s body,” I manage on a hot shudder, perusing the body in question. “You give me no choice but to partake.”
“You do have a choice,” she murmurs, pulling her wrist from my grip and slowly slipping free the buttons of her dress, tugging wide the neckline to show me her young, aroused tits. “And you always choose to bed me like an animal.”
“Don’t say these things,” I choke out. “We can’t do this.”
“But I need it so bad,” she pouts. “You make sure every member of your flock gets what they need, preacher.” She rakes her indignant, open mouth up the side of my face, whispering, “And I need my Daddy.”
“Stop,” I rasp, but my hands are sliding up beneath her dress, up the outsides of her smooth thighs, finding her without panties and groaning up at the rafters, my palms fastening to her ass and jerking her down onto my lap, our mouths locking and moving in wet slants, her thighs opening so blessedly wide, I feel the downward pressure of her pussy where God intended, her hips moving in tight, little humps. “Stop,” I say again, even as I’m molding her sexy bottom in desperate hands. “No.”
“Just the tip?” She whines the question, nips at my bottom lip. “The tip is my favorite part. It’s how you put your pleasure in me.”
“No,” I pant, but hell if I’m not angling my hips, holding the base of my cock for her to sit on top, watching an exhilarated flush spread on her face when she wiggles her hips to work my thick head inside her narrow opening, an excited gasp falling from her mouth, her tits heaving up and down, eyes momentarily losing focus. “No more than that,” I grit out, slapping her ass hard with my free hand. “I’m warning you.”