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It seems like I’ve been celibate for so long all I can think about is sex now. At least when I’m near this woman.
“Wesley?”
Jersey saying my name jerks me out of my thoughts. I clear my dry throat and try to remember what she said.
“My mother was great. Or at least she tried to be. She got sick when I was six and the girls were four. She never fully recovered from her illness, so it was hard to take care of us. I learned to grow up fast because the more I helped her with the girls, the less we saw our father, and that’s what we all wanted.”
Her hand is gone from mine, so I pick up my glass and drain the rest of the juice, trying to keep my eyes above her waist line, which isn’t much better because she’s not wearing a bra and her breasts jiggle underneath the material every time she moves.
“You said your parents were amazing. Did you have any other siblings beside Sam?”
“No.” She runs her finger over the rim of her glass. “Mom got pregnant when I was four, but she miscarried. Sam was a surprise baby. They were so happy when he came along. I think during most of the pregnancy they were worried she’d miscarry again.” She lets out a small laugh. “He was my little baby doll. Mom would let me dress him up and push him around in his stroller all over the house.”
I chuckle. “So you were one of those big sisters. I’m glad I came before my sisters did. I shudder when I think about them fighting over which outfit to put me in.”
Her grin lights her face. “Instead, you were the one taking care of them. Your life could have ended up so different.” She finishes with a giggle.
She takes a sip of her drink, and my eyes zero in on her lips when she puts the glass back down. A drop of liquid clings to her bottom lip, tempting me to lean over and lick it away. When her tongue darts out and does what I desperately want to do, I pull my eyes back up to hers. Her golden-brown gaze is locked on mine, and what I see past the gorgeous color has my thoughts going straight back to places it shouldn’t. Places that are dangerous.
“Wesley?”
“Hmm?” I hum, my mind delirious.
“I want to say I’m sorry about what happened earlier in the church,” she begins, her voice quiet. “But I can’t. I enjoyed it too much.”
“Jersey,” I croak her name. My battle to keep my dick from getting hard is a losing one.
“I know you’re a priest and it’s wrong of me to think this, let alone want it, but why does it feel so right to want to know what kissing you is like?”
And it’s those words that push me over the edge. One minute Jersey is on her own stool, and in the next, I have her on my lap with her legs straddling my thighs. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head down. Soft lips meet mine, already opening to meet the thrust of my tongue. Her taste is intoxicating, and I know from this moment on, I’ll never get enough.
Her breathy moans leave her mouth and whisper into mine. I match the sound with a deep groan of my own. Nails dig into my shoulders, and damn it all, I relish in the small bite of pain. My dick, which Jersey is currently grinding her pussy against, becomes excruciatingly hard.
Back before I made my vow of celibacy, I liked my sex on the rougher side. Apparently, that hasn’t changed. I want nothing more than to rip off her shirt and panties, bite down on her hard nipples at the same time as I ram my cock inside her so hard she’ll feel me for days between her legs.
Pulling my lips away, I move them to the side of her neck and trail kisses along the sweet-smelling skin. Her fingers tunnel in my hair and she tosses her head back, letting out little sounds that drive me wild.
“Wesley,” she moans. “Are you sure we should be doing this?”
I nibble on the side of her neck and answer in a husky voice. “There’s no damn way we’re stopping now.” I emphasize my words by wrapping my hands around her hips and pulling her forcefully against me.
“Oh, thank God.” She rotates her hips, sending delicious waves of pleasure through me. “I’m not sure I could stop either.”
I don’t tell her it’s not God she should be thanking. I’m pretty sure He wouldn’t approve of what we’re doing. But I’m past the point of reason.
I lift my head and stare into her dazed eyes. “We need to move this into the bedroom before Sam walks in.”
The wisps of hair that have fallen from her braid slide across her face when she shakes her head. “No. I want you to take me right here. Sam’s a heavy sleeper. He’ll be out for the entire night.”
My dick jerks, and I feel a pearl of pre-cum leak from the tip. Grabbing her waist, I lift her and set her ass on the counter in front of me. She sets her hands behind her and her legs immediately open. I drop my eyes to look at her treasure and my mouth waters when I see the wet spot.
“Lick me, Father Adair.”
I don’t think about why her addressing me as Father Adair has my dick turning to stone. I just drop my head and give us both what we want. Her exotic scent nearly has me losing it. Latching my teeth around her clit through the panties, I tug the sensitive nub. It earns me a delightful cry.
I slide her ass to the edge of the counter and hook my fingers under the seat of her panties, pulling it to the side. I dive forward, burying my face in her soaked pussy, using my tongue to fuck her. Her hips lift, but I hold them down with my hands, wanting her to stay exactly where she is.
I lick, suck, and bite down on her plump folds. I feel like a ravenous beast who hasn’t feasted in too long. Jersey is my reward for abstaining for years.
