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“Fuck,” I growl, “when did you get perfume?”
She opens her neck for me. “In the lingerie store, when I went shopping with your mom.”
I nibble her flesh. “Never say ‘mom’ and ‘lingerie’ to me in the same sentence.”
She giggles. “Did you just get soft?”
I steam over her ear, “Hardly.”
Reaching down, she squeezes my aching cock, and I groan, “Careful, Angel. You’re making me nineteen again.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“It is for your virgin pussy, because I’mnotnineteen. I’m forty-three and I know exactly how to fuck you and make you come all night like you deserve.”
I pull back and she gazes down, admiring my erection, before meeting my eyes.
“I want you to have what you deserve, too,” she insists. “Make me a wife and a mom, and a complicated, hypocritical woman, too. Because I won’t share you with other women. I’ll get too jealous. But I’ll share you with men.” She chews her lip. “It kind of turns me on, too.”
My hard cock twitches. Excitement lights up her eyes, making me warn, “Not yet, Wren.”
With the sexiest pout, she strokes my heavy dick. “You’re such a wet pussy tease, Pastor Rutledge.”
Fuck, when she calls me that, I lose it.
I fist her hair. “I’m not teasing. I’m in charge.”
Cupping her hand, I force our palms to stroke my dick together, our moans mingling with my vow over our heated lips.
“I’ll tease your virgin pussy and make you come, and I’ll let you play with my hard cock like it’s your favorite toy. But I mean it, Wren Chapel. You’ll be my wife before I open you. You’re mine, the right way, before we do every wrong thing together.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
WREN
Note to self:Sire honors his vows.
It’s good news if I’m ever his wife; bad news every agonizing day I’m not.
For a month, he gives me orgasms and frustration.
The plus side to his ferocious tease?
We’re becoming best friends.
He’s teaching me how to play the guitar, using Dolly’s songs, of course. I’m teaching him how to bake desserts, and we compromise on organic sugar. I completed my online classes to obtain my childcare worker license, and now I’m training with Ms. Davis.
Almost every day, Sire and I work at the church together, and every night, he’ll hold me after we torture each other, and I love it.
I’m getting so good at teasing, touching, sucking, and tasting him; he seems as tormented as I am.
It’s agony how much we want each other.
But Sire swears he has to kill my past before we begin our future.
So, I also spend the month working with Loch. We meetonline, scouring maps and satellite images to find where Waylon might be hiding.
Loch is a forest ranger with Alena in the Pisgah National Forest. That’s over fifty miles from where I’m from. Yes, the terrain is similar, but the hiding places aren’t.
