Preacher Man
My scream brings pain to my own ears, but I can’t stop. I can’t stop rubbing my convulsing flesh all over Joseph’s tongue, can’t stop my legs from trying to gather him closer. All the while, he’s snarling and lapping at me, the lower half of his face covered in my essence.
The door opens to my left and my mother gapes at the scene we create, her hands flying up to clutch at her throat. “Oh dear lord. Preacher. Look what she’s done to you.”
He looks over at my mother and slowly drags his tongue through my folds. Still watching her, he lays a kiss on either one of my knees, then stands. “She’s cured for now,” he rasps, using his sleeve to wipe his damp jaw. “But she’s going to need another healing session soon. As early as this afternoon.”
Turning his back on my mother, he releases me from the ropes and my hands fall limply at my sides. Joseph rubs his thumb along my lower lip, his touch traveling lower to fondle my breasts through the white slip.
“I’ll be keeping her with me for close observation.”
“Keeping her? For how long?”
“Forever,” Joseph growls. The look he sends my mother would make grown men weep. My mother backs up into the hallway, her back hitting the opposite wall hard. “You’re lucky I’m letting you live after tying up this sweet girl. Feeding her lies about herself. After taking her from me.” His voice turns silent, almost thoughtful. “On second thought, maybe I won’t let you live.”
The blood drains from her face. “Please. I was just trying to do what’s best. I’m a God-fearing woman.”
“Now you fear me. Do you understand?” Joseph brushes his fingertips over my belly before crossing to my closet, opening it. He takes out my purple Sunday dress and shuts the door once again. “We fell in love after today’s baptism and I took Mila home to make her my bride. God shined his light when I held her beneath the water. You couldn’t be happier about the match. That’s the story you will tell people.” He sends me a hungry glance. “The truth is I’ve been in love with her far longer than that.”
“I’ve loved you, too,” I whisper, sitting up, itching to throw my arms around him. I’ve never been so euphoric and that light, bubbly feeling is evident in my voice. “Are you really going to make me your bride, Joseph?”
“As soon as humanly possible, Mila.”
I collapse back on the bed with a dreamy sigh and Joseph chuckles softly. “That reminds me,” he says, taking out his wallet and handing my mother some money. “That should cover a new paint job outside her window.”
The man of my dreams scoops me up and carries me out of the house.
Neither one of us looks back.
CHAPTER FOUR
Joseph
I practically rip the hinges off the passenger side door and gather Mila in my arms, kicking the door shut behind me and storming the courthouse. After watching her change out of her damp, white slip and into the purple dress while driving, I’m erect and leaking in my pants. I’ve got the taste of her sweet pussy on my lips and the beast in me is pacing back and forth, demanding to know why I haven’t marked her as mine yet. Why I haven’t buried my cock between her thighs and filled her to the brim with my come. My brain is wondering the same goddamn thing. I’ve never been a man given to tradition, but after finding out my girl has been living with a mad woman and being treated like shit, you can bet the farm I’m going to prove to her she’s worth the world.
And worth another hour wait.
Tops.
I’m fucking dying here.
Too bad. I’m the man who unknowingly left her unsatisfied for a year. The reality of that makes me want to tear my skin off. If I’d known Mila wasn’t getting off, I would have kicked in her bedroom window and drowned her in orgasms.
Poor little girl. I lean down and kiss her nose, satisfied when she snuggles closer to my chest, blushing prettily.
Christ, I’ve never experienced anything like her. The way she mindlessly rubbed her innocent cunt all over my mouth, not knowing what was going to happen, but trusting me to make her better? Her confidence in me is the key to a kingdom and I want to rule there forever. I’m never, ever, ever, ever letting her go.
A man passes us on the way into the courthouse and his gaze slides over Mila. I lunge at him and snap my teeth, sending him running. It’s happening already. I knew if I took Mila for my own, I wouldn’t be able to maintain the air of a man of God. My misconception that Mila would be turned off or scared by the depth of my need—and depravity—managed to keep me away from her. Now that I know she’s just as eager to explore sexually, I can’t stop myself from taking her.