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 didn’t know my Bible stories, but in the darkness, with Father Jude’s husky, thick voice, I found I was very interested. If he read the scriptures like this in Mass, he’d have a packed house seven days a week. All female.
He pushed the cups of my bra down, freeing my aching nipples, and started rolling each one, pinching them, taking turns as he pushed his hard length against me more.
“I’ve memorized every scripture about temptation, been taught to flee it. Father Gerard warned me that although I hadn’t faced it, my time would come. To stand strong. Work through it in prayer and fasting,” he told me with his voice sounding even darker than before. “And I tried.” His lips touched my neck, and I tilted my head, giving him better access. “But no one prepared me for you. How I feel when I’m near you. When I touch you.”
I trembled, and he let out a low, deep growl.
“Open your legs for me, Dimples.”
He said it again.
“Dimples?” I asked while I spread my thighs until my legs pressed against his.
“I’ve been calling you that in my head since that first day in the sanctuary. You smiled, and the two most perfect dimples God had ever created appeared on your already-beautiful face. I’d known in that moment that I should send you to another church. That you would tempt me. But I couldn’t stand the idea of not seeing you again.”
The only nickname I’d ever had was Princess, and I hated it. Gathe had started calling me that when we were kids, and the other guys would from time to time. Crosby had when he wanted to piss me off.
Dimples was different. It wasn’t a name to tease me.
I opened my mouth to tell him I liked it, but his hand moved up my inner thigh until it reached the shorts I was wearing. I heard his breathing hitch as his fingers slid inside. I throbbed, desperate. He moved agonizingly slow. I fought the urge to grab his wrist and shove it inside.
Then, a fingertip ran along the wet crotch of my panties. My hips jerked, and his body shuddered around me.
“They’re wet.” The words sounded tight as if his teeth were clenched.
I wanted to beg for more and laugh at the same time. Yes, they were wet. I was dripping.
He moved the fabric aside, and I wished more than anything for light right now. So that I could see his massive, tanned hand between my legs. A long, thick finger ran along my slit, and a cry tore from my lips.
“Fuck.” His curse was heavy and heated against my ear. “You’re soaked. I didn’t know…” I heard his swallow as he panted. “I didn’t know that they got this wet.”
His words kept me from moving against his palm. I stared straight ahead at the darkness. Realizing what he had just said.
“You’ve never…” I asked, thinking that I must have misunderstood.
There was no way on earth a man who looked like him hadn’t done this. I mean, he hadn’t been born a priest. Crosby had touched me like this for the first time when we were twelve. He also shot his load when he did it, but he had been in full-blown puberty and stayed horny.
Jude began to explore. Running his finger along all the folds until he found my entrance.
“No,” he said, and I wasn’t sure if that meant, no, he had never done this, or, no, he wasn’t going to put his finger inside me. If it was the latter, I might cry. “I’ve never.”
Did that mean…
“You’re a virgin?”
Silence.
If anyone had told me that I would be this turned on by the idea of being with a virgin, I would have laughed in their face. But a pulse of pleasure shot through me, and I felt the small gush between my legs.
He felt it. His exploring stopped.
“What was that?” His voice shook slightly.
“My pussy,” I panted. “I…hearing you say that you’d never done this, it made me squirt.”
He sucked in a ragged breath. “Squirt?”
I nodded. “Mmhmm. When I come, sometimes, I squirt. It’s female ejaculation. But I’ve never done it with someone. Only when I’m masturbating.”
“Jesus.” He whispered the word, almost in reverence. “Yes,” he then said, “I’m a virgin. I’ve done some things, but always above the waist, and that was years ago.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, lifting my hips so that the tip of his finger sank inside me.
That one admission was going to make me come.
Jude began to sink his finger deeper as my cunt contracted, sucking at it greedily.
“Yes, please,” I begged.
He might be a virgin, but he began to pump his finger as if he knew exactly what to do. My thighs fell open further as sounds poured out of me. Pleading, moaning, cries, his name.