Save Me, Sinners

“Brother Owen is going hold you, and this is going to —”

“You do

n’t have to tell me,” she whispers urgently. “Just do it, Daddy. Just do it now.”

I glance at Owen to make sure he understands. He takes her legs and spreads them gently, letting her lean against him. I want this to be right. She's asked for both of us, and I want it to be both of us. But I also want to be first.

My cock is already hard and ready. I reach between her legs and feel the slick seam of her, so hot and wanting. I feel her pulse under my touch, the way she always has. So eager, so ready. She has the most inviting pink pussy I've ever seen. But I want to savor this, to want her intensely for just a moment longer.

I had forgotten what it's like to want someone. I've had duties as a holy man, but I've never wanted someone like this. I've never wanted to join my soul with anyone the way I do with her.

Aligning myself with her, I fist my cock until it is hard and ready, so ready I'm almost going to shoot my load before I can get inside her. But I won't. I know exactly what I want to do, and I'm going to do it.

“Look at me. I want to see your face,” I command her gently. She opens her eyes right away and stares into me, so willing. Owen maneuvers her gently, perfectly balancing her. I know he wants her too, but he's going to have to wait.

With my cock in my hand, I slide the tip along her sweet, dripping lips. She groans, opening her mouth and sighing deeply. That sounds so beautiful.

Pressing a little harder, I push against her. I love this resistance, this perfect tight hole, knowing that no man is ever been this close to her. I'm her first, the one to break open her seal. The first one to feel her slippery insides, to claim her.

And she is so ready. Resistance is only for a moment, just at the entrance, giving way as I gently push, not too fast but steadily. A force of nature, driving slowly into the center of her. She groans as I fill her, and I struggle to concentrate. Her walls clasp against me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm instantly.

Withdrawing slightly I press forward again, arching my back until she accepts all of me, somehow magically fitting my entire girth inside her.

Covering her mouth with mine, I start to move with her, and she begins to move with me too. Owen nibbles the back of her neck, flicking her nipples with his fingers as I thrust into her a little bit harder, a little bit faster, soon working like familiar lovers.

It's so natural, so effortless. And so perfect, when I come it's like nothing I've felt before. It's like fireworks, mortars, an electrical transformer struck by lightning showering sparks everywhere. I heave myself into her, drenching her insides with my seed.

Her kisses are so sweet now, sopping with hormones, filled with her own lust. Her body is covered in a film of sweat and she smells like lavender and salt. I hear Owen’s zipper as it goes down and he lines himself up.

“My turn,” he murmurs softly.

She nods, taking my lips again in a sweet, lingering kiss as he enters her smoothly, plunging himself deep inside, exploring this sweet Angel we found. His hands grip her waist. Though he is careful not to be too rough with this perfect, delicate creature, she begins grinding, begging for more. She wants it so badly, I can taste the lust on her tongue.

He comes with a roar, and the three of us rock together, riding those waves of bliss that we have finally shared. We are joined in the way nature intended, finally at peace with ourselves, finally at peace with the future.

As we drift off to sleep, cradled in each other’s arms, I realize that finally, all my dreams can be happy ones. Finally I have found peace.

Chapter 24

Angel

It actually takes us four days to get to California. Brother Owen said that he wanted to go the long way. There were all kinds of things that he had never gotten to see, like Chattanooga. Oklahoma. The Mississippi and Colorado Rivers. Snow in the mountains.

I just can't get over how big this country is. It seems like my life has always been very small, bordered by falling down fences on three sides and the love and support of all the people that I knew. But really, it's huge. Those songs that we sang, like with purple mountains majesty? We really have purple mountains! Amber waves of grain? That's a real thing!

Mile after mile, I just open my heart to all the wonder that there is. Sometimes cold, sometimes hotter than I could have possibly imagined, still, riding on the back of a motorcycle across the country has been an unbelievable dream come true.

Only, it wasn’t my dream. It was Owen’s. I didn't know enough about the world to even dream it.

I see him smiling proudly at me from time to time when he is showing me something new. Little by little, I am getting to know him more. He’s a dreamer, maybe even more than Father Daddy. He is always looking ahead, looking for more.

In Georgia, they have red clay roads. They're terrible for the motorcycle when it's raining, but it wasn't raining for us. The dust was fine and got all up in my nose. But still, something totally strange and wonderful to see. He seemed so proud to show it to me.

We keep to the back roads, away from the highways. That's another reason it's taking so long. But from what I gather, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to be anywhere.

I didn't know what the man at the motel was talking about when we first left, that I needed an ID. I have nothing. I don't even have a last name. If we got pulled over by the police, I would have no way to prove who I am.

That's how they explain it to me, but it doesn't make any sense. Of course I'm someone. Just because the police don't know I am, doesn't mean I don't exist. It's ridiculous. But apparently there are laws that say I have to have certain kinds of pieces of paper. I need to be in the system, whatever that is. I need to be documented.