By Genevieve Lefevre
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First tagged by Lesley-Ann Walker
Customer tags: novella, cheyenne mccray, lora leigh, sexy, hot
Review & Description
Adam can't stop thinking about the pastor's gorgeous wife. It's wrong. He knows it's wrong, but he can't help it. After she asks him to stop by to repair a fixture, the sparks do fly!
CONTENT WARNING: Previously titled 'Forgive Me, Father,' this SHORT STORY contains explicit sex and graphic language. Adults 18+ only.
Short story.
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(excerpt)
Her eyes seemed to darken, and she patted his back. "That sounds perfect. Jeff has another sermon this morning, but I'll be home in fifteen minutes or so. Why don't you swing by and I'll show you what needs fixing?"
Adam swallowed. "You bet" He watched her stand with a satisfied smile, turn and walk away. Her ass wiggled even in that modest dress. Did she like it from behind? He envisioned her bare ass, bent over, p**** glistening, tits swinging beneath. He trembled with desire, wishing he could at least jerk off to relieve some of the pressure. With his erection so huge and his pants tight enough to make it plainly visible, he had to wait until all of the parishioners had filed out before he could stand.
He finally got the courage to rise and scurry to his truck. Alone inside, he shuddered, rubbing his aching c***. Maybe he could stop at the McDoodle's restroom and jerk off in the stall on his way to the pastor's house. That would calm his lewd thoughts about the pastor's hot wife for a little while at least. When the parking lot was sufficiently empty, he backed out.
"Adam!" Emily called, waving one arm. She hurried over to the driver's side before he could get away. He rolled down the window. "I'm parked right here. Why don't you follow me over and we could get that light taken care of. I don't want to waste too much of your day."
He nodded, swallowing hard. "All right."
The hem of her dress rode up her thigh a few inches as she climbed into her car. He wanted to run his hands up those smooth legs of hers and spread them wide. God, what was he thinking? No. He had to stop this.
She backed out and he followed her, thinking the entire way over how much he liked being behind her. Those thoughts did nothing to cool the heat in his pants. They both parked, Emily in the driveway and Adam on the street. He grabbed a toolbox from the truck box in the back and carried it in front of him to hide his erection. She chatted about the sermon while she unlocked the door. After setting her purse and keys on the foyer table, she led the way down the hall toward the bedrooms.
"It's just a little loose, I think," she said. Their master bedroom was roomy and lush. A purple and beige comforter covered the king-sized bed along with some dark purple and green throw pillows.
This was where Emily and Pastor Marks f***ed. Her naked body would lie on that bed, and he would eat her p**** and she would suck his c***, and--
"Adam?" she asked from the bathroom doorway.
"Sorry," he mumbled. "I was just admiring the bedspread. It's pretty. So which light is it?"
She went to the light bar mounted above the bathroom vanity, reached up and jiggled it. Adam's eyes followed the rise of her hem, latching onto where her shapely thighs disappeared beneath it mere inches below that gorgeous ass. The light flickered on and off while she moved it.
"Oh, I see," he said, setting his toolbox down. "That's probably just a loose wire. I'll have it fixed in two minutes." He raised his gaze and found her looking at him in the mirror, her eyes dark and a secretive smile on her lips.
She let the light go and turned around. Her eyes dropped to his crotch. "I'll bet you work magic with that screwdriver of yours, don't you?" Read more
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