Page 47 of Saved By A Small Town Country Boy
“Baby, at this point, you can call me Ma. Come on, Khali.” Taking Khali by the hand, she led her into the church.
“How you feeling?” I asked Remedi as we entered behind them.
“I’m okay,” was all she offered.
We found a seat on the pew next to Ma and nem. Remedi sat there with her head resting against my shoulder. Bobbi and her parents came in and stopped in front of us. Bobbi stood there with her arms folded over her chest. I noticed she rolled her eyes when her mama spoke to mine. It’s crazy how she was that in her feelings ’bout a grown ass man that she had no business lusting over. If I had seen the shit sooner, I would’ve been gotten rid of her ass.
They took their seats, and the service began. Remedi nestled closer to me, and her hand rested on my thigh. I’on know why she put it there, knowing that any lil touch turned me the fuck on.
She rubbed my inner thigh and moved her hand toward my hard dick. I don’t know what got into her, but she was fucking with my focus in here.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” she whispered and got up from the pew. I waited a good two minutes before getting up and going behind her. I’on know why, but that’s what my first mind told me to do.
I reached the bathroom door and knocked on it. Remedi pulled it open and gripped me by the collar of my shirt, and then pulled me inside. Shutting the door, she pressed my back against it. The bathroom ain’t that fucking big. It got two stalls in here and one sink.
“In the church, Remedi?” Her eyes bored into mine.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared.”
Now she is really testing me, and I have to show her that I’m nothing to play with. Gripping her underneath the arms, I set her on the counter. My fingertips glided over her thighs and lifted her dress. Pushing her panties to the side, I unzipped my pants and whipped out my dick. Her juices crept up my nostrils. The scent was so strong, had we not just had sex the other day, I’d think she was ovulating.
I glided my dick up and down her slits. Her nectar clung to me, leaving a trail from her pussy to my dick.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked before I could slip my dick inside her.
Grabbing her by the waist, I eased her down on my dick, and her eyes closed as her head tilted back.
“Don’t ever think I’m scared of anything.” I slammed her down on my dick, and she moaned out. “Take that shit back.”
“I’m sorry. You’re not scared,” she said as I bounced her on my dick. “Fuck, you’re not scared!”
“Why you cursing in the Lord’s house?” Her eyes popped open, and she frowned. Even her lips curled downward was sexy as fuck to me.
“We’re fucking in the Lord’s house and you’re worried about me cursing?”
“This shit turns you on, huh?” Her pussy was so got damn wet. I don’t know if it was the fact that people were feet away from us or that she was having sex at church; either way, I was basking in her wetness. “Keep cursing for me.”
“Fuck! Shit! Got damn!” She riddled off curse words as I thrust in her from underneath. “It’s coming!” Her head tilted back, and I sank my teeth into her neck. “It’s coming, Khalif! I’m cumming! Oh my God, I’m cumming!” she screamed at the top of her lungs.
“That’s it.” Her pussy started talking, letting me know that she’d creamed all over my dick. “Damn, I love when you coat my dick like that, babe.”
“Shit, it’s another one! What are you doing to me!” she shouted again, digging her nails into my forearm. I released my seeds inside her and planted her back on her feet.
She grabbed a paper towel, wet it, and cleaned herself up. I wiped myself off and shoved my dick back down into my pants. She went over to the door, eased it open, and then poked her head out.
“Come on,” she whispered over her shoulder as if it really mattered at this point, ’cause she was so fucking loud, I’m sure they heard us.
Taking me by the hand, she led me out of the church, and we sat in my truck ’til service was over. Dallas walked Khali outside, and I got out to open the door for her.
“Y’all sure disappeared. That was y’all we heard in the church, wasn’t it?” Dallas hit me with a devilish smirk. I opened the door for Khali, and she climbed up into the truck. “Y’all nasty. Ma gon’ break yo’ neck,” she teased as I shut the door.
“I’on know what you’re talking ’bout,” was the only thing I said before opening the passenger door for Remedi.
“Hey, Dallas,” Remedi spoke as she hopped out the truck.
“Mmhmm,” Dallas said and walked off.
“What was that about?”
