flame.’”
I felt properly chastised.
“Come,” he beckoned, his elbows now resting on the open pages of the Bible on his desk.
Eager, but not wanting to show it, I walked slowly to him. His eyes pierced me. I felt he could see through my bones and flesh to my very soul.
“Undress,” was his next command.
I was already hot with want and anticipation as I removed my pristine black dress and cotton undergarments. A draft from some unseen crevice breezed across my nude body, tightening my nipples into chocolate buds.
“Come and kneel at your altar,” he demanded, turning in his chair to expose his erection to me as he kicked his pants away with his feet.
I shivered as I obeyed him, my knees pressing into the plush carpeting as he pulled my head toward him. I knew his wants without him speaking and eagerly took his shaft into my mouth.
He taught me so well.
I enjoyed the hard feel of him against my tongue as he chanted prayers of forgiveness for our sins and weaknesses. “To the Lord our God belong mercy and forgiveness, though we have rebelled against Him.”
When he ordered me to take my position so that he could fill me with his heat, I didn’t have thoughts of how wrong it was to let him fuck me. I climbed my ass right up on his desk, exposing my throbbing core to him.
I gasped as if drawing my last breath as he slid his dark inches into me with one deep thrust.
His fingers tightly gripped the cheeks of my ass as he stroked inside me deep and fast. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out in sweet pleasure.
“Therefore let it be known to you, brethren, that through this Man is preached to you the forgiveness of sins,” he whispered harshly, his sweat dripping down onto my quivering buttocks.
He clasped one hand over my mouth as he paused midstroke. His tip throbbed like a pumping heart against my walls. “Don’t move. I don’t want to come,” he gasped.
My heart beat a furious rhythm in my chest. The bud between my legs throbbed with a life of its own. My head dropped to the desk. “God, it’s good,” I whispered, struggling for air.
“What did you say?” he asked, his voice hoarse as he panted, his sweat like a slow drizzle down the back of my thighs.
“God, it’s good,” I repeated, reaching out to grasp the edge of the desk as his stroking continued at a furious and almost punishing pace.
He laughed low and deep in his throat. “Oh, no, sweet angel. God ain’t doing this,” he said.
I gasped as he pushed so deeply into me that the soft hairs around his dick tickled my buttocks.
“Who’s doing it?” he demanded, delivering another deep and powerful thrust.
“You,” I answered, biting my bottom lip.
“Oh, no, you know the drill. Now who?”
“Reverend DeMark.”
Another hard thrust. “Who?”
“Reverend DeMark!”
We both hollered out roughly as we came together.
“In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace,” he chanted softly.
Tears flew down my face as I closed my eyes and whispered, “Amen.”
8
Dom
“W ake up, Mommy. Mommy, wake up.”
Now, I love my daughter to death, but if she don’t stop bouncin’ her ass up and down on my bed, I’m gone whup her. Okay, no I won’t, but that ain’t the point.
I opened my eyes and peered into a face that looked just like mine. My own Mini-Me.
“Mornin’, girl, with your bad self,” I told her, my mornin’ voice soundin’ way too mannish.
“Diane said to get up, Mommy.”
Yes, Kimani called my mother by her first name just like I did. So?
“Go tell her I’m up.”
I sat up in bed and looked around me as she went running out of the room at full speed. Clothes were everywhere: on the floor, at the bottom of my small-ass closet, atop my damn dresser, and across the foot of the bed. The only thing hangin’ up in my closet was this red fake fur that I don’t even wear no more.
To hell with it.
Alizé was always gettin’ up in my
I felt properly chastised.
“Come,” he beckoned, his elbows now resting on the open pages of the Bible on his desk.
Eager, but not wanting to show it, I walked slowly to him. His eyes pierced me. I felt he could see through my bones and flesh to my very soul.
“Undress,” was his next command.
I was already hot with want and anticipation as I removed my pristine black dress and cotton undergarments. A draft from some unseen crevice breezed across my nude body, tightening my nipples into chocolate buds.
“Come and kneel at your altar,” he demanded, turning in his chair to expose his erection to me as he kicked his pants away with his feet.
I shivered as I obeyed him, my knees pressing into the plush carpeting as he pulled my head toward him. I knew his wants without him speaking and eagerly took his shaft into my mouth.
He taught me so well.
I enjoyed the hard feel of him against my tongue as he chanted prayers of forgiveness for our sins and weaknesses. “To the Lord our God belong mercy and forgiveness, though we have rebelled against Him.”
When he ordered me to take my position so that he could fill me with his heat, I didn’t have thoughts of how wrong it was to let him fuck me. I climbed my ass right up on his desk, exposing my throbbing core to him.
I gasped as if drawing my last breath as he slid his dark inches into me with one deep thrust.
His fingers tightly gripped the cheeks of my ass as he stroked inside me deep and fast. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out in sweet pleasure.
“Therefore let it be known to you, brethren, that through this Man is preached to you the forgiveness of sins,” he whispered harshly, his sweat dripping down onto my quivering buttocks.
He clasped one hand over my mouth as he paused midstroke. His tip throbbed like a pumping heart against my walls. “Don’t move. I don’t want to come,” he gasped.
My heart beat a furious rhythm in my chest. The bud between my legs throbbed with a life of its own. My head dropped to the desk. “God, it’s good,” I whispered, struggling for air.
“What did you say?” he asked, his voice hoarse as he panted, his sweat like a slow drizzle down the back of my thighs.
“God, it’s good,” I repeated, reaching out to grasp the edge of the desk as his stroking continued at a furious and almost punishing pace.
He laughed low and deep in his throat. “Oh, no, sweet angel. God ain’t doing this,” he said.
I gasped as he pushed so deeply into me that the soft hairs around his dick tickled my buttocks.
“Who’s doing it?” he demanded, delivering another deep and powerful thrust.
“You,” I answered, biting my bottom lip.
“Oh, no, you know the drill. Now who?”
“Reverend DeMark.”
Another hard thrust. “Who?”
“Reverend DeMark!”
We both hollered out roughly as we came together.
“In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace,” he chanted softly.
Tears flew down my face as I closed my eyes and whispered, “Amen.”
8
Dom
“W ake up, Mommy. Mommy, wake up.”
Now, I love my daughter to death, but if she don’t stop bouncin’ her ass up and down on my bed, I’m gone whup her. Okay, no I won’t, but that ain’t the point.
I opened my eyes and peered into a face that looked just like mine. My own Mini-Me.
“Mornin’, girl, with your bad self,” I told her, my mornin’ voice soundin’ way too mannish.
“Diane said to get up, Mommy.”
Yes, Kimani called my mother by her first name just like I did. So?
“Go tell her I’m up.”
I sat up in bed and looked around me as she went running out of the room at full speed. Clothes were everywhere: on the floor, at the bottom of my small-ass closet, atop my damn dresser, and across the foot of the bed. The only thing hangin’ up in my closet was this red fake fur that I don’t even wear no more.
To hell with it.
Alizé was always gettin’ up in my
Similar Books
