Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
My resolve to avoid women is cracking, and it’s all because of her.
I hate fuck my hand. Plowing up and down, punching my balls at the base with every stroke, over and over, up and down.
Whoever left those bruises on her will be begging for my mercy by the time I’m done with him. I’ve taken vows, but I’ve not forgotten who I was.
Who I will be for her if necessary.
Behind the brains, there was brawn. By day I was the tattooed, surly chemistry phenom, but behind it all, I took out my rage on anyone unfortunate enough to cross me. Intentionally or not.
There are commandments that are meant to be broken, especially when it comes to protecting the innocent.
My innocent girl. The man that touched her will pray on his knees as I show him her picture. Tell him to apologize. Then send him to hell.
My thoughts drift to how she felt against me last night. Her lush softness melting against me.
I’ll keep you safe forever. I’ll keep you forever.
“Fuck.” I grimace as I work my dick. Masturbating is like riding a bike, I may have taken a decade off, but once I wrapped my hand around my hard on, it was like my last beat off session was yesterday.
“You’re hard,” she whispers in my fantasy, eyes wide.
“I’m still a man. Your hand was on me…I couldn’t stop it.”
I move my hand faster, harder, shame covering me in its darkness. I’m a man of the cloth, that should be enough, but why, why did the woman that wakes my desire have to be my stepsister? How is this in any way going to end well for either of us?
You need to tell her.
No. Not yet. It would change everything.
“I like that I made it hard,” she says, her sweet breath making me want to taste her kiss. “It feels good.”
She shifts her body from her place next to me, straddling my lap, her braless tits swaying under the thin fabric of her t-shirt in front of my face.
“I can’t.” I grunt as the heat between her legs settles over my eager and neglected length. The fabric of my pants and her fleece pajama bottoms do nothing to stem the tide of fire that’s spreading inside of me.
“Because you took vows?” Her hands slip into my hair as she swallows, lowering her face so our lips brush. “I’m a virgin, does that help? Makes me pure. Surely God would understand.”
My thighs shake, my balls like lead weights as I rest my forehead against hers in my fantasy, beating off like a madman. “There’s someone for you, Kitty. It can’t be me.”
“But, I feel you.” She rocks her hips, up and down, grinding on me. “You want me, please, don’t push me away. I don’t want to stop, I’ve never…please, it feels so good. Doesn’t God want me to feel good?”
Fuck, I beat my erection up and down in a blur, squeezing and stroking as my breath turns ragged, the vision of her on top of me weaving fantasy into reality.
“Yes. God does and so do I. But, feeling good is a privilege. You need to earn it.”
Her eyes flicker with doubt, lips parted as the scent of her arousal drifts upward, my hands guiding her hips now, easing her up and down as she purrs.
“How do I earn it?” she whispers to the ceiling.
“First, you keep your eyes on me. If you look away, I’ll stop. Those are the rules.”
She nods, her gaze locking onto mine. “I like looking at you when I feel good.”
“That a girl. Now, don’t look away,” I say as she rides the steel rod under my black pants, her hips taking my guidance as she starts to whimper, eyelids fluttering.
“Uh uh, eyes here.” I chastise as the heat between our bodies rises, her wetness seeping through as she struggles to follow my orders.
“Yes…Sir.”
“Sir, good girl. I like that. But, what else should you call me?”
I lift my hips, meeting her movements with my own. Fuck, I’m so close. I want it to last, I want it to be her not my fucking hand.
“Father,” she hisses, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as I release her hips, lifting her t-shirt, exposing the wealth of womanly flesh underneath, bouncing, swaying. She’s ample, one tit needs two hands and a mouth. Her nipples pull tight, dark pink and tempting. Fuck, she’s so sexy.
“Close,” I say, urging her hips with mine, flicking my tongue on her tight peak, listening to her hiss. “Try again.” I keep my eyes pinned to hers, another flick of my tongue. “If you get it right, I’ll let you come. Who am I?”
“You’re…” Her eyes search mine while she bucks against me. “You’re…”
It’s right there, she just needs to let it go.
“Say it, Kitty. Who do you need me to be for you?”