Page 5 of In God's Name

“Apologize.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

I fight back the smile begging to be released on my face as my hand tightens around her jaw. “I’m sorry, sir,” she whimpers, wiggling her body around, missing the pleasure that came with my touch. I lean down and kiss her forehead while inserting two fingers into her, rewarding her for fixing her mistake without me having to tell her. I pump my fingers in and out of her, while whispering little praises until her body goes rigid. Her hold on my shirt tightens and she throws her

head back against the couch, before coming undone onto my hand.

“Thank you sir,” she mumbles as she comes back down. Before sitting down next to her, I grab my glass and swirl the red liquid around. She blinks up at me before slowly standing and slipping the rest of the fabric to the floor.

“My pretty baby,” I coo at her as she lowers herself to her knees. Taking my belt into her hands, she looks up at me with need blazing in her eyes. I give her a slight nod and take a sip of my drink. She lets out a soft moan as she wriggles the belt off of me and pulls down my pants and boxers. My cock springsout towards Lilith, who's salivating and staring at me as if she’s starved.

“May I please?”

“Please what, Lilith?” I retort . She squirms on her knees and lowers her eyes back down to my length.

“May I please… suck you?” Her eyebrows scrunch together as she finishes responding. I let out a low chuckle. I was wrong earlier, some things never change. Like this innocent little angel’s inability to talk dirty.

I guide her head down as her tongue darts out to lick my shaft. Getting back up to the top, she swirls her tongue around my tip before collecting my precum and swallowing it. Such a dirty fucking girl I think to myself. “I want to see that pretty mouth put to good use.”

Her eyes light up with something feral before she gently begins placing kisses back up to the top. Lilith takes me into her mouth as I shove her head down causing her to gag. I continue to push while I growl out, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Teasing me enough to make me snap and

treat you like the cum slut you are”. She moans around me in response, the vibrations pulling me closer to finishing.

I pull her off of me and order her to turn around. After she obliges, I push against her shoulders until her chest is on the ground and her pussy is glistening up at me. I slowly push myself inside of her, letting her adjust to my size . Once I’m fully inside of her her moans and whimpers let me know she's ready, and I begin sliding in and out with no remorse. The harder I thrust, the louder my name gets as it leaves her mouth.

“What a good girl,” I praise as I lean forward and kiss her head. “You take me so well.”

She reaches down in between her legs and begins to strum her clit. Her pussy pulses around my dick and I’m barely able to keep myself from coming. I feel the moment her inner walls clencharound me and as her orgasm rips through her I’m unable to hold back any longer.

By the time we're done, Lilith is covered in sweat and cum, but she looks the most peaceful I’ve seen her all night. Looking up at me, she offers a small smile before asking me to spend the night and promising there’s still no strings attached.

Chapter seven

Lilith

I’m startled out of my sleep by a loud knocking on my door. Looking over to my phone I read the time as a little past 4AM. Elijah’s gone. Which shouldn’t hurt, I’m the one who repeatedly claimed I didn’t want or expect anything more, but it still leaves an ache in my heart. One I hope God will help me heal.

The banging starts up again and I quickly throw on an oversized sweater and shorts as I rush to see what’s going on.

“Can I help-” I freeze as I open the door to a shorter woman whose anger is pouring out of her as if it has nowhere else to go. Even now Leah can steal all the oxygen out of a room. With her dark brown skin gleaming in the moonlight she looks almost god-like. “Leah!” I respond, finally wrapping my head around who she is, “What are you doing here?”

“You know Jacob didn’t do it, right? Please tell me you know he didn’t.” Her face darkens as she looks at me. Jacob, Leah’s husband and my brother's best friend and driver. All the emotions that had disappeared through the night come racingback with a vengeance. I open the door the rest of the way and allow Leah to come in.

After settling her in, with a cup of peppermint tea, I finally allow some of the tension to leave my shoulders. “Leah, I really don’t know what to think. I know Jacob hasn’t

done drugs in the past, but who’s to say he didn’t start? And his faith has wavered in the church lately.” My eyes cast to the ground, feeling her disappointment flow over me. I swing my feet back and forth as they hover over the gray carpet of my living room. Has that stain always been there? I think to myself trying to distract myself to keep from looking up.

“He wouldn’t.” Her harsh tone demands all of my attention, but it takes all of the mental strength I have left to look back up to her. Leah’s voice softens as she slowly rubs her belly, “He wouldn’t do that to us.”

A lump gets caught in my throat as I try to respond. All I can do is just stare at her with my mouth tightly shut. Jacob always wanted a family. He was Uncle J to John’s kids and had basically become their second father. His entire goal in life was to be a better dad to his children than what his father was. And with that small gesture to the life growing in her womb, Leah has removed any doubt I had.

“Oh my gosh,” I whisper before I even realize the words are leaving my mouth. Looking between her stomach and her gaze I question, “How far along?”

“Eleven weeks. We’ve known about the baby for a while. We were going to announce it to everyone next month.”

“Oh my gosh,” I whisper again, sounding like a broken record player. Guilt drenches me. I’ve known Jacob for my entire life, how could I think so little of him?

We sit there together, letting the quiet of the night fall over us. Both of our thoughts racing around trying to get ahead of thenext. There’s too much tension to speak, and too much guilt to move. What’s supposed to happen now? If it

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