“Don’t,” I moan. “You have to pull out.”
“Not a chance in hell,” Shepard growls, hoisting my legs over his shoulders.
“I’m not on birth control,” I warn him. “I could get pregnant.”
“I know, but don’t worry. I’d make an excellent father.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. Shepard fucks me with ravenous precision. In and out, his fat dick batters my creamy hole. He captures my lips in an explosive kiss, his tongue rolling and twirling against mine. I clasp his face with both hands and pull him closer, greedily exploring his strong silken mouth. My body and mind scream for release, for this man to finally fuck me into oblivion and beyond. His hands latch onto my bottom, lifting me to meet his wild thrusts. I mewl softly as he surges deeper into my moist passage, rousing the hot pulse beating in my depths.
“We’re going to keep you forever, Sweet Peach,” Shepard declares against my lips. “Take turns spoiling you. Provide for your every want and need. Just give us the same in return.”
I want to believe him, but my heart won’t let me. It’s best to focus on the here and now. No expectations.
Shepard showers lingering kisses along my neck and down my shoulder, then moves lower, sucking a pebbled nipple into his mouth through my blouse. He teases, licks, and nips, skyrocketing my desire. I thread my fingers into his hair, holding him tight against me.
“Oh God,” I moan, arching into him. “I feel it coming, Shepard.”
“Let go, baby girl,” he rasps. “Come all over my cock.”
“Shepard!” I scream, my pussy fluttering and gushing. “Oh God, Shepard!” I thrash below him, my feminine river soaking his jeans.
“Sweet Jesus, the cup runneth over,” Shepard murmurs, pinning my ankles on either side of my head.
He frantically pounds into my body harder. The torrent continues nonstop, flowing onto the chair and carpeted floor.
“Please come inside me,” I beg him, high on pleasure. “I want my pussy dripping with your cum.”
My proclamation sends him into a frenzy. The chair creaks under his crushing thrusts. I’ve never been fucked so savagely in my entire life—except for when his brother fucked me, that is.
“Take every last drop,” he groans, spilling his seed inside my satin walls.
Shepard’s big body melts on top of me, his rough breaths fanning my sweaty neck. Reality quickly intrudes on my sexual afterglow, clearing my foggy brain. What have I done? He shoves to his feet and pushes his semi-hard cock back into his jeans. I sit up in the chair, processing the possible consequences of my actions.
“Come on,” Shepard says, offering me his hand. “We have to get back.”
“You go. I need a few minutes.”
He squints his eyes at me. “I’ll wait with you.”
“No!” I yell angrily. “Please go.” I wave a hand between us. “The front of your jeans are wet and I’m sure I look a hot mess. We can’t be seen together like this. People will talk.”
“Fine, but after we’re done here, we’re going to have a very long conversation.”
“Okay,” I readily agree. “I’ll meet you at your truck.”
Shepard turns on his heel and stomps out of the chapel. I slump against the chair and drop my face into my palms.
“You stupid, stupid woman.”
“Whoa, hold your horses,” Carla says, amusement clear in her voice. “Let me get this straight. You had sex with Shepard in your pastor’s chair?”
She’s sitting beside me in the backseat of Pete and Jamieson’s SUV. No one makes a peep, awaiting my response.
“Technically, he isn’t my pastor,” I reply sheepishly. “I haven’t officially joined the church.”
“I knew it! I knew it!” she exclaims. “You’re a big giant ho bag, girl. Welcome to the sisterhood. I’ve been a proud member since I was sixteen years old.”
