Father by Clarissa Wild
“This is my sin,” she says, and she licks her fingers and rubs them across her nipples. She moans, and my dick bounces up and down in my pants.
“Is it wrong?” she asks, biting her lip.
I blink a couple of times to try to keep my composure, but I’m burning up with desire. Fuck me; I want to reach through the gaps of the lattice partition so badly.
“It feels wrong,” she whispers, and her hand travels down her body. “Tell me to stop.”
“Only God can tell you what to do,” I answer.
What kind of answer is that? Fuck.
“I can’t speak to him the way you do,” she says, eyeing me. “So … intimately.”
So she did hear everything I said.
Her hand dives between her legs, underneath her skirt, and my cock bursts with need. “I believe you, Frank. You said needs were okay. And I have a lot of needs.”
I lick my lips. “Oh, I can definitely believe that.”
“And I feel … like I need this.” She rubs herself while she looks at me. It’s like she’s not even ashamed anymore. And it’s all my fault. “Like you need this,” she adds.
I frown, rubbing my lips together because I don’t know what to do or say. I can’t admit it. But fuck, do I want her badly. However, I’m a preacher. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this.
“You snooped on me,” I say. “In the chapel. How much did you hear?”
“Enough.” The left side of her lip tips up into a smile. “Was that bad?”
For some reason, it makes me wanna smile too. Guess the cat’s out of the bag. “Maybe.”
“Bad … I like bad,” she murmurs, biting her lip again while she spreads her legs. “I like it when it’s wrong.”
“Is that why you did this before? In the bathroom?”
She nods, and her hand dives down her panties. “I know this is what you want. What you’ve been thinking of all this time … Me,” she says. “C’mon, say it.”
I shake my head. “You know I can’t. We’re in a church.”
“No one has to find out …” she whispers, pressing her fingers to her lips. “It could be our dirty little secret.”
I try to ignore the voice in my head telling me not to cave in, but it’s already too late. My hand rests atop my dick, and I start rubbing it through my clothes.
She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the hard wood, and I take the opportunity to let my eyes glide up and down her body, enjoying the view. She touches herself so seductively that I immediately find myself rubbing faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace. I imagine how her body would look naked. How slick and wet it would be when I brushed my dick along her lips. I can picture it all, and that makes this all so much more frightening. Because … if I already gave into this, there’s no telling what I’ll do next time I see her.
“Fuck …” she murmurs, licking her lips. A soft moan escapes her mouth, and she adjusts herself so I can see her even better. My hand dives into my pants because I’m unable to stop myself any longer.
When she briefly opens her eyes and sees me jerking off, she purrs, “Do you like this?”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t …” I mutter, stroking my length. “But it’s wrong, and you know it.”
“Then why are we doing it?” she asks.
“Because this is our dirty little secret,” I hiss, feeling the veins in my dick throb with excitement. “And I need to see just how naughty you can get.”
She grins and slides her panties to the side with her index finger, showing me her naked pussy. And fuck me, it makes me one hungry motherfucker. What I wouldn’t give to be able to suck on her clit.
“Is it wrong that we’re doing this?” she asks. “Because I’m so damn wet right now.”
“Do you even care people are just a few feet away from us?” I ask.
She shakes her head, grinning even more. “That only adds to the excitement.”
God, this fucking woman … she sure knows how to make a guy’s heart throb. And his dick too.
At this point, I really don’t care anymore.
Screw the consequences.
I’ve thrown every rule out the window.
I rip down my zipper, unbutton my pants, and pull my dick out of my boxer shorts.
Her eyes widen and immediately focus on my length; her lips parting as if she’s preparing to receive it.
“My eyes are up here,” I muse, smiling.
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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.