Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I laughed as I stood up, then slid my shorts and panties off before climbing back onto his lap until his semi-hard cock lay between my folds.
“Also, that just tanked my fantasy about you giving me head during confessional. I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet.”
I licked my lips, getting the little bit of cum from the corners.
His eyes dropped to watch me. “I didn’t expect you to swallow it.”
I ran a finger over my bottom lip since he was so entranced with my mouth now. “That was a first for me,” I told him. “But I wanted yours.”
A sexy grin curled his lips as he lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Okay, that makes me feel a little better about the fact that might have been my first one, but it was professional grade. I’ve seen it done on television. Before I was ordained, I might have watched some porn.”
I felt his cock twitch against me. I rubbed my slit over it.
“I think it’s gonna stay hard, Dimples, especially when you put your pussy on it. It’s a big fan of your wet little cunt.”
I lifted my hips and took his length in my hand, then sank down onto him, already squirting as I did.
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed as it coated him. “Such a good girl.”
I started to bounce up and down. His eyes widened slightly as he squeezed my ass in both his hands.
“Top off. I want to see your tits,” he said.
I reached for the hem and pulled it over my head, then unsnapped my bra, letting it fall down my arms before slinging it away.
“Now, bounce on my cock again, hard and fast.” The command was raspy.
I put my hands back on his thighs, arching my back slightly, and began to ride him.
“Ah fuck, you need to come quick,” he told me, his jaw clenched tight.
“Call me dirty names,” I panted.
His eyes narrowed. “You sure?”
I nodded. “Yes. Please.”
“Naughty little slut. Tempting me,” he bit out as his hands tightened on my waist. “Making me sin. Taunting me with your tight pussy. Wanting to be my whore. You’d let me bend you over the altar and fuck you raw, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my body starting to quake.
“Such a dirty, dirty slut,” he snarled as he lifted his hips, slamming into me, meeting my thrusts.
My cry tore from me as I began to come.
“That’s it. My little whore, creaming all over my cock.”
“Oh God!” I moaned. “Yes, I’m your dirty slut.”
“GAH!” Jude roared as he held me down hard. The pulse of his cock licking my inner walls. His release gushing inside me.
Tremors ran through him, and I sank down, falling forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. I laid my head on his shoulder.
He ran his hand down my back.
“I love you.” The words fell from my lips. I hadn’t meant to speak them out loud. But they came anyway.
He stilled. His hand stopped. The silence around us became deafening.
Then, his hands slid under my butt, and he stood, carrying me in his arms to his bedroom. With extreme care, he laid me down, then slid in beside me, cradling me against his chest like I was precious. Something he wanted to keep close always.
Thirty
Jude
Staying focused on Lemon Lackey, who was telling me about the fire station her deceased husband had worked for and how they’d dedicated a new truck to him, was difficult. I did my best to nod at the right time and say the appropriate words. I had no idea if I was successfully fooling her because Crow was too close to Saylor. Talking to her as if they were in a private conversation. His head tilted down, his shoulder almost brushing her arm. Too close. There were other people to talk to here. Until Saylor, he’d barely spoken to anyone.
I unclenched my teeth and smiled at something Lemon had said because she was smiling, so it seemed like that was what I should be doing. Saylor threw her head back and laughed. Crow inched closer. My hands were fisted at my sides. I uncurled each finger, counting backward from twenty.
“Father, I brought you some of my fudge cookies,” Sibby’s irritating voice rang out.
Saylor’s gaze finally shifted from Crow to look my way. Her eyes darted from me to Sibby. I felt the other woman touching my arm, and I knew if I didn’t stop staring at Saylor, people would notice. They’d talk. I turned to Sibby, forcing another smile.
“Uh, thank you,” I said.
She handed one to me, then put it up to my lips. Either I was going to open or she was going to shove it between my teeth. I let her put the cookie in my mouth. When I flickered another glance at Saylor, she was listening to Crow again. Why the fuck was he so chatty?