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Just look at me now, a thirty-four-year-old priest obsessed with the first woman to ever capture my attention truly, and she’s off-limits.
She can’t get close to me ever because of my past. She wouldn’t want me once she found out what happened and what type of person I was before I ran into the arms of God. Hell, I’m clearly hanging on by a thread and can barely handle the truth myself.
Beginning to leave her street, an instinct takes over. I know she’s there.
Looking back to the front of her house, I see Avery outside on her lawn, kneeling before a dozen rose bushes. I must have run past her house on the street while spiraling deeper into my madness.
She’s wearing a tight, white tank top with a white lace bra peeking out from the edges. From where I’m standing, I can see right down her shirt. Right at her beautiful set of tits.
I wince. Breasts.
You know what? Fuck it, this is one part of me I can’t change.
So what if I’m allowing myself to drink in her perfect tits that are on display for me. Ones that I want to swallow whole. Nip and scrape as she moans in pleasure. I want to fuck them with my cock before shoving it down her throat. Avery’s mouth full of my cock and her perfect tits out on display just for me is the prettiest sight I can imagine.
Hanging my head momentarily, I can’t seem to shake these intrusive thoughts.
Fuck it. I’m in too deep as it is. I’ve got to talk to her now that I know she’s outside. I can’t let this go—her go… not yet, at least.
I take a few strides to be right at her fence.
She sits straight up as I make my final approach. Her back is currently facing me. I hear the sound of falling gardening tools as I track her wiping beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand.
I brace myself on a fence post. Her face lights up as she turns around and sees it’s me. I would kill to be the reason more smiles appear on her face every day.
She gives me a small wave. I can’t help but give her a smile and a wave back.
“Hi, Avery,” I grin before giving her a playful wink.
“Hi,” she chirps as she stands.
She nervously plays with the end of her ponytail, and I wish it were me fisting her hair instead.
“How are you?” I ask, trying to keep it simple.
“Good. Great. Yes, doing well.”
I like that I make her flustered. Her chest is rising and falling in anticipation repeatedly. I love the way it makes her tits swell together.
Those fucking tits.
I can’t help myself. I revert to a version of my prior self when I’m around Avery. I am only a man, after all.
“How are you, Lachlan? Out for a run today?”
Avery drinks in my body. I know I’m sweating; I couldn’t help but run a little further than I intended to make this a real workout.
Her eyes land on where my hands are resting on her fence post, and I see her lick her lips as I flex my arm muscles subtly.
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to find my new running loops, figured I would try this area for a change of pace. I usually go a little closer to Tradd or Queen Streets. So not too far,” I answer.
She continues breathing at a very noticeable, uneven pace even as she returns her gaze to mine.
I like that I have this effect on her; it’s one of the reasons I can’t resist tempting myself. Maybe she really is slowly becoming my new addiction. In the long term, I need to try to avoid her becoming my anything. In the meantime, I’ll go ahead and enjoy these encounters more than any man of faith should.
“Those are both such great streets. I totally get why.”
“They are. These are great rose bushes.” I gesture that way.
