Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
“Next time, I’m going to taste it,” I snarl and lick my lips at her pussy, so close behind the barricade.
“Next time you will,” she teases, shoving my hand back through the opening. “And you can punish me for being such a naughty girl.”
The words hit my heart like a dagger, and I fall back in wild astonishment. She’s the perfect firecracker for my time in Aurora. Hell, who am I kidding? She’s the woman I want to have at my side for the rest of this crazy journey we call life.
Her last act to ensure I’m hooked to her for good is bending over with her ass pointed at my face and the perfect view of her pink slit at eye level. She moves slowly, sinking to grab the panties pooled at her feet and lifting them slowly. Without another word, she steps out of the confessional booth.
“Yes, everything’s fine, Dad. We just finished,” Valerie’s voice echoes around the church.
Her father. Of course. I shouldn’t be surprised to realize the old man treating her to a dinner meal was a parent, yet somehow, I forgot parents were a concept. I guess my head isn’t in the right place now, anyway.
“Is Father Murphy coming?” Her dad asks.
“He’ll be right out.”
Right out? What? I can’t leave like this. Valerie seeing me play with my cock is bad enough, but walking up to her father red-faced and flustered will surely break the illusion I’m trying to conjure.
A smile cracks my nervous fidgeting to appear somewhat presentable. She’s going to be trouble, and I’m going to love every fucking second of it.
I take a moment to still myself, but it’s an almost impossible task with how close I came to blasting my seed over Valerie. Deep breaths are followed by my own haphazard attempt to fix my attire and hide my throbbing erection beneath my clothing.
When I think I’m ready to step out, I give myself an extra minute. Best way to avoid any awkwardness from an erection while we were meant to be speaking to God is to wait until it’s at a manageable size. More than anything, I’m hoping the few extra minutes I’m taking to get out is enough for them to get bored and leave.
To my immense displeasure, they’re still here. Valerie stands while her father sits in the pew beside her—a few rows back but not far enough from where I was sitting earlier.
“Father Murphy, I hope I didn’t intrude on Valerie’s confession. It’s just we need to get going,” he says as I reach them. Stern blue eyes stare me up and down, and he smirks on noticing the wet stains from where I spilled the wine.
Luckily, he has the good sense not to bring it up.
“No bother. None at all. But if you’re busy, I shouldn’t keep you. I hope to see you both here again next week,” I say, doing my best impression of what a priest should sound like. Sucks that my only references are from TV.
“About that…” Here it comes. An invitation to something I want no part of. Why else would he corner me this long after everyone’s gone home? “I’m hosting a little get-together for the football game tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to stop by, meet some of the townsfolk—well, the important ones at least—and get a sense for the community we’ve cultivated here.”
“The important ones?” I raise a quizzical brow. Nope. Bad idea. I’ve already stretched my luck far enough. You’re on the run for robbery, murder, and a whole heap of other shit…but then again, Valerie’s going to be there. Even now, while she hovers behind her father, those blue eyes gawk at me. They sink to my midsection, teeth digging into her plump lower lip, eager and excited for my cock. Fuck, here we go. “And what makes them important?”
“Oh, Father, I didn’t mean to offend you. We’re still merely people,” her dad turns his head to the wooden carving of Christ on the cross behind me. “It’s just going to be me, the mayor, and a couple of my buddies from the station.”
Station.
Police station, no doubt. There we go, there’s my answer. Turn around and run. I might want Valerie’s pussy smothering my face, but this is getting too hot, even for me.
“What time?” I ask. My logical mind is right, but it lost control as soon as I saw Valerie’s perfect body pinned up and soaking wet. “Oh, and what’s your name? Seems odd to come to your home when I don’t know what to call you.”
“Game starts at six, so we’ll be meeting at five. And the name’s Brett. Brett Garett,” he says. We shake hands while he gives me his address, and the pair start walking out of the church.
All the while, I’m glued in place, watching Valerie’s swaying step carry her perfect ass out the door.