Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Take your time, baby girl. You’re doing fine.”
She grins and turns her attention back to my cock, licking the head again before opening her small mouth to taste me. The moans coming out of her vibrate against my staff and make me inch closer to my climax.
Warm and wet, supple lips mold around me as she gently sucks back and forth. I can’t stop my own noises of satisfaction as pleasure shoots through my body. With every grunt and groan, she picks up speed, humming and sucking a little harder.
I can’t stop myself from palming the back of her head as she braces herself against my thighs. “Yes, take Daddy’s dick. Swallow it, baby girl.”
The soft suction of her tongue and mouth brings me to the edge of an orgasm.
“For Christ’s sake, baby girl. You’re going to make me come down that little throat.”
She stops for a beat to tell me, “You’ve tasted mine. It’s only right that I taste yours.”
Without waiting for my reply, she wraps her lips around my cock. Each swipe and suck of her tongue along the bottom vein draws me closer and closer to finish. When she moans and reaches down to touch herself, that sends me over the cliff.
Every muscle in my body goes rigid right before the pent-up release shoots out of me and into Harper’s mouth. She swallows and slowly moves her head away from my falling erection. The look in her eyes as she stands up beckons me for a kiss.
Our mouths crash together with this intense sensation blanketing me. I never want this to end.
I lean over Harper, scooping her tiny ass into my hands and carrying her over to the edge of the desk. My cock pulses with anticipation, but something catches my eye behind her.
There’s a small security monitor behind the desk. It shows multiple camera angles throughout the church. When the angle switches to a view of the parking lot, that's when I see it. A pair of headlights, searchlights, and a plow are clearing a path to the main entrance. I pull away from Harper, disappointment rattling me as I walk to pick up our clothes.
“We have to finish this another time, baby girl. Looks like someone’s come to get us out of here.” I nudge my chin toward the security monitor.
“Shit, that’s Jimi’s truck.” Harper puts some pep in her step, moving to get her clothes back on. Just before she walks away from me, she dashes into my arms, plowing her tongue into mine with a kiss of promise.
“Baby girl, I’d rather not have to explain why I’m standing cock out in my office with you to your brother.”
She giggles and makes sure her clothes look decent before leaving me alone in my office. The black robe that tells everyone I’m a priest stares at me from the hanger on the back of the closet door.
There’s no turning back for me. I refuse to give Harper up, which means I’m going to have to talk to the Archbishop about this. I walk around to my desk and put it back in the position it’s supposed to be. By the time the office is back in its original state, Harper’s standing by the door.
“Um, my brother’s going to give me a lift back to my house so I don’t have to drive my Jeep out there. Did you want a ride anywhere, Father?”
I don’t miss the subtle lick of her lips before biting the bottom corner as she waits for my answer.
There are plenty of ways for me to turn this answer into a promise of what's to come. However, my robe continues to glare at me in judgment about the sins I’m ready to commit.
“It’s okay, Harper. Thank you. I’m going to finish up here and take my truck home. It’s been through mountain storms, so I’m confident it will get me home.”
It only takes me a few steps to close the distance between us before I pull her close and kiss her hastily.
“We’ll talk later,” I tell her, and I mean that. There’s no way I’m going to rest until Harper is in my arms and in bed with me tonight and every night from now on.
6
HARPER
Relief washes over me when I see Hendrix plowing through the parking lot. Still, I’m not quite ready to leave. My mind will play out endless scenarios of me losing my virginity in the church to a priest. There’s a tinge of disappointment inside of me when Hunter pulls away from that last kiss. I wonder if that was indeed the last one.
He’s a priest. The Virgin Mary altar glares at me from over my shoulder. I promise to pray and ask for forgiveness after memories of me and Hunter replay in my mind. There’s a moment when I look into Hunter’s eyes just before I leave that tells me he’s warring with himself over the things we’ve done.