My pants are a torture device, restraining my pounding dick. If we were alone in this church, I would already be shoving myself balls deep inside her cunt, telling her to hold still, little girl.
She has no idea what beast she tempts.
Or does she?
Time seems to move in slow motion as Mila’s attention drops to the arousal at the juncture of my thighs and I watch with growing shock as her pupils dilate and she squeezes her legs together. She worries her lower lip between her teeth and looks up at me with worried eyes. “The baptism didn’t work,” she whispers. “I still have the devil inside me, preacher.”
A fist tightens around my throat. “Who told you the devil lives inside you?”
The thin strap of her slip falls down, revealing the swell of her right breast and just a hint of her nipple. “My mama. And now I know it’s true, because I-I…”
We’ve been whispering entirely too long and the congregation is eerily silent behind me, but I can’t look away from her gorgeous face. “Because why?”
She draws her knees up to her chest. “I still want you to touch me.” Her eyelids flutter. “All over, everywhere. I…love tempting you to do it, even though you’ve chosen a path of righteousness. I’m sorry, preacher. I don’t know how to stop.” She bows her head. “I should have hung a curtain over my window and freed you of the devil’s hold.”
My breath freezes in my lungs. “You know I’ve been watching you?”
Mila nods slowly.
“You’ve been putting that show on…for me?” I growl.
Shame flames in her face. “Yes.”
Jesus. Christ. Mila is still very obviously innocent of men, but my fears that she’d be disgusted—or worse, terrified—by what I want to do to her appear to have been wrong. She’s back to looking at my hard cock and writhing her hips in the water. My little girl is horny. For me. I have no choice but to make her mine now.
YES. I MUST.
As soon as that fact solidifies in my head, my lust hits a crescendo and I can feel my past self leapfrogging my present. For a year, I haven’t touched a drink or inflicted violence. Women became a thing of the past the moment I laid eyes on Mila and she became the sole object of my starvation. Perhaps depriving myself of all my vices is the reason I’m suddenly rife with need so strong, I have to grit my teeth from the pain and pressure between my legs.
Mila obviously interprets my pained expression for irritation and starts to stand, but I catch her shoulders and keep her in a seated position. “Don’t get up yet.” I take off my black, waist-length jacket and hold it up, blocking her from the congregation. As soon as Mila stands, I wrap it around her near-nakedness and scoop her up, cradling her in my arms. “God’s children,” I say, turning to address the rapt audience. “It appears one our flock has been deeply affected by this holy ritual. The Lord has chosen her as a direct channel for His grace this morning. Please allow me some time to counsel her and make sense of this gift she’s been given. We will resume the service shortly.”
I only catch a glimpse of Mila’s mother’s correctly suspicious expression before I turn and stride off stage, hooking a right into one of the back offices. Confused voices rise in the church behind us, growing louder, but I don’t give a shit what they think. I need to be alone with Mila. I need to get my fucking hands on her.
And that total disregard for the consequences is dangerous.
With my breath rattling in my ears, I set Mila on her feet inside my office, close the door and strip the coat away, tossing it aside. She starts to cover her nakedness until she gets a good look at my face. Whatever she sees there causes her to arch her back and present her wet, little tits to me. “You have the devil, too,” she breathes. “Don’t you, preacher?”
I grasp her chin and lift it. “Several of them,” I say, backing her up against the door and finally, finally pressing our bodies together. Groaning. “You, however, don’t have a single one. You’re sweet and precious in every way.”
Her golden eyes melt and this is exactly how I’ve been dreaming of her looking up at me. Like I’m her number one hero. The man in her life who makes everything better. “But I make that part between your legs hard,” she whispers. “And I like doing it.” A blush stains her cheeks. “I like rolling around on my bed knowing you can see me.”
A warm trickle of come shoots out of my cock and slides down my inner thigh. “That’s because your body needs mine, little girl. That’s perfectly natural.”