FINAL SNEAK PEEK - THE PREYING PASTOR

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Sneak Peek

“Are you ready for marriage? To be someone’s wife?”

Denetra smiled as her head shook. She chuckled nervously, playing with the hem of her dress as her leg began to shake. 

“Honestly, Pastor, I’m not one hundred percent sure. I love Rodney, and I want to be the best wife possible, that’s all I care about.”

With a nod, I sat up in my seat. “Well, I’m going to take care of the both of you to make sure you transition into your new roles in a healthy, loving manner.” My hand went to her exposed thigh. “Do you understand how important it is to submit and please your husband, Denetra?”

Her eyes lowered to my hand. Mouth opened partially as she swallowed and nodded her head. I could tell by the flinching of her hand that she wanted to push mine away, but she wouldn’t dare. Trusted me too much. 

“I…” She licked her lips and swallowed again. “Yes, I suppose.” Denetra smiled softly and pulled a few strands of hair behind her ear. “My father has told me that before, but he also told me to make sure that the man I marry is worth my respect and submission.”

“Is he?” She nodded. My thumb began to caress her thigh. “Am I?” Her head lowered. Eyes closed. “If I’m going to help you all prepare for marriage, I need to know that you trust me, Denetra. That you respect me. That you’re willing to submit to me.”

I used my pointer finger to lift her head by her chin, but she still avoided my eyes until I said, “Where’s that little girl that followed my rule in the choir? Is she still there?”

Denetra’s eyes clamped shut. She inhaled a deep breath and clenched her jaw with a nod. 

“Yes,” she whispered, voice shaky. “I want to do whatever it takes to be a good wife for Rodney.”

That was all I needed to hear. With a smile, I slid my hand between her thighs. I pushed her panties to the side, and her wetness didn’t surprise me. Fear and pleasure had the same reaction in women. I didn’t care what the cause of their wetness was… just as long as they grew wet for me. My thumb went to her clit. Middle finger slid between her folds. 

Biting down on my bottom lip, I held back my groan at the feel of her heat. Her thighs had squeezed shut on my wrist until I whispered into her ear, “Open your legs for me.”

Denetra did, leaning back in her chair in the process. She covered her face. Her shame. Her pleasure. Those walls began to leak more. Breathing grew heavier. Legs began to freeze. But all of that was over the second Ana’s voice permeated the room and told me Rodney was on his way back. I held my position as Denetra’s eyes doubled in size. Her eyebrows wrinkled as she whimpered, but I was betting that I could make her cum before he entered the room.

She stopped focusing on me. On the pleasure. And that was the only thing keeping her from releasing. Removing my hand from her, I stood and looked down at her with disappointment covering my face. Denetra’s head hung as she readjusted herself in her panties and pulled down her dress. 

Rodney knocked on the door and I told him to come on inside. I had to resist extending my right hand for him to shake because his fiancée’s wetness covered it. Instead, I extended my left hand and pulled him into a brotherly hug. While we embraced, I licked the remnants of Denetra from my fingers, deciding not to wash them when this was over. 

I wanted to keep her scent on me for the rest of the day.

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