Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I moan lightly against his mouth, hoping it’s not a dumb move. I remember seeing it in a movie a few years ago. In response, a growling sound comes from deep within Jason’s throat, and suddenly, he’s seized with urgency. His hands travel down my body, skimming over my breasts and stomach, until he reaches the tops of my thighs. I can feel him heading towards my heat, and that’s what finally brings me out of the moment.
“Wait, wait,” I plead breathlessly.
Jordan slows down and looks at me. His eyes look ready to devour my curvy form.
“What is it?”
“It’s just that,” I trail off because I feel a little shy about this topic. I’m not used to being around men, much less gorgeous ones, and it has me all tongue-tied.
“It’s okay. You can tell me, Mira.”
I take a deep breath before looking shyly into his blue gaze.
“Well, you see, I took a Promise Vow.” I bite my bottom lip while I wait for Jordan to say something. He remains silent and I curse myself. Maybe they call it something different here. “The Promise Vow means that I promised God not to have sex until I’m married,” I add quickly.
There’s a heavy silence for a moment.
“I know what a Promise Vow is,” Jordan responds in a low rasp. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” I say emphatically, and it’s because I don’t. “But,” I continue, “I don’t want to break my vow either, so I’m not sure what to do.” After all, I really did mean to abide by its strictures when I took the promise. I want my wedding night to have that extra meaning dedicated to my husband, knowing that I kept a special gift for him.
Jordan looks conflicted, but then he looks at me intently.
“I understand your conflict, sweetheart. A vow is a vow, but there’s also something between us, right now, right here. It’s intense, and if you really want to keep going, there are ways we can get around your promise.”
I’m dumbstruck.
“But how?”
Instead of answering, Pastor MacKinnon holds out a big hand for me. I take it, getting out of my seat, and he leads me over to his desk before pulling me close so that my back is against his torso.
Being pressed up against his massive chest makes my knees go weak. His hard body molds to mine.
“The way we get around it,” he whispers into my ear, “is we try entering from a different hole. One that feels just as good, and is just as sacred, but which will keep your virginity intact. Do you understand, sweetheart?”
His hand cups my ass, lightly stroking the curvaceous mounds before dipping into the crack in between. I jerk as hot tingles run down my spine. It takes me a second, but I’m able to intuit what he’s trying to say.
I twist my head, so I can look at him with wide eyes. Holy cow, does he mean it? Is he saying that we should try the back way?
“You want to …?” I trail off, gulping.
“Yes, sweetheart, if that’s okay with you. I promise you it can feel just as good or even better as going in the front way. And with this method, you’re still honoring your vow. Nothing has changed, and nothing will change. We’re just going to explore a different way.”
Holy smokes. I never actually thought about doing anal because when I took the promise, I was focused on everything good, holy, and pure. Hearing Jordan’s suggestion makes my cheeks go red and every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire. Can we really do this, while still honoring God? Can we seemingly bend the rules, without breaking them?
My pussy moistens as I think about his big strong body leaning over mine, and his powerful pelvis pumping into me. A wave of chills runs up from my clit, and I mewl a bit. This is coming from my pastor, no less. If he doesn’t know what’s right, then who does?
Slowly, I nod.
“I want to try it,” is my whisper.
Jordan’s hands wrap around to my front, going to the button on my jeans. I tilt my head to the side, resting it in the crook of his neck, and while kissing along my skin, Jordan unbuttons and unzips my jeans, sliding his hand into my panties.
As he fingers slip further and further down, he pushes me back into his pelvis, and I feel the outline of his cock, covered in denim, press into my bum. Oh my god, he’s huge! I don’t have a lot of experience with men, but my female instinct tells me that Jordan has a monster inside there. All I know is that I want it inside of me, even if I have to strain and stretch.
Jordan hooks his fingers into me, slowly swirling them around my moist channel. I buck against him, shocked, but also infinitely aroused by the sensation.