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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
ROMAN
Since Tempest has arrived, my life has been thrown into a tailspin. Not only am I sinning, I’m starting to have feelings that can’t happen. She’s too young, yet still I can’t help but fantasize. Would she ever stay here in this town? With me. Permanently. Would she ever be okay with telling King about us? Would he even accept us? Should I look into maybe transferring to a different church?
I’m staring at the stained glass window, thinking, when I’m pulled from my musings as the large wooden door swings open. She must have known I was thinking about her. That I’m always thinking about her these days. Did she eat lunch? What does she do during her days? Is she curled up reading a book again out on the swing?
“What are you doing here?” I ask Tempest when she walks into my church, and strides down the aisle like she's on a mission. I glance around, making sure no one is in here with me. I’ve been practicing my sermon for Sunday, and usually people know to leave me alone.
She meets me at the pulpit and leans closer to press a quick kiss onto my lips. I hum as she pulls back and gives me a once over. Licking her berry chapstick from my lips, I nod towards her not appropriate clothing.
She gives me a sheepish look and my dick is rock hard. She wants me to punish her for being bad. One thing I’m learning is that Tempest is a lot of things, but she still just wants someone to care for her. Love her. I know I shouldn’t, but I’m starting to think maybe I could take that role.
She’s young. I know. And she’s my ward, not to mention my son’s ex, but she makes me feel alive, and not like I’m stuck in this boring rut anymore. I didn’t realize how unhappy I was until she arrived. I was just going day by day, trying to keep up the act of the wholesome preacher who was a single father. I will never regret becoming a preacher. Religion saved my life, but I should have known it would be too hard to take the motorcycle-loving bad boy and place him in a small town, filled with people who love to judge others while claiming they are doing the Lord’s work.
Just like how they have been with Tempest since she arrived. They don’t see who she really is. She’s kind, smart, funny, beautiful, and takes care of me without me asking. And I can’t help but picture her wearing my diamond on her finger, and her stomach round with my babies, dropping to her knees to please me.
“Did you come looking for trouble, baby girl?” I ask, and her eyes widen as she nods. Fuck, she doesn’t know what those baby blues do to me when she acts all innocent. I reach out and run my finger down her bare arm. She chose to come here wearing a tanktop and a skirt that is from the Catholic school she was just expelled from. She’s pure temptation, wrapped in a package that I just want to cherish, punish, and protect. My mind is a juxtaposition of all sorts of things, but at this moment, I just want to show her what happens when she disobeys her Daddy’s orders.
I gently grip her throat, pulling her eyes to meet mine. “Get on your knees, under this pulpit,” I growl, releasing her as she immediately listens to me, like the good girl she can be. I step back so she can get in front of me, hidden by the large wood stand. She gazes up at me with her innocent blue eyes and my cock leaks.
“Now, what am I going to do with my naughty seductress, hmm?” I ask, though she knows not to answer me. Reaching for my belt, she pulls me closer and licks my hardened length that's showing through the thin material of my black pants. I hum and she blinks up at me, always giving me her eyes as she does it again. My cock jumps, and I gently massage her head.
“Unzip me and show me just how sorry you are for not following my orders,” I grumble softly, and she quickly gets to work, unbuttoning my belt and releasing me. I grip her chin with one hand, and my cock at the base with the other. I run the tip along her glistening lips and smack my dick onto her mouth.
“Open wide, and don’t make a sound.” I hiss as she kisses my tip. When her lips are parted enough to fit my girth, I gently push inside her warm, wet mouth. She hums and sucks me down as I move my hand from her chin to her head, and start a slow rhythm. If we were home I would tie her hands behind her back, but for now, I’ll allow her to touch herself.
“Touch that pretty pink pussy and make yourself come,” I order her when I feel the tingles in my balls, they start to make my knees go weak. I’m on the edge, and I can tell by how fast she’s bobbing onto my cock and rubbing her clit that she is too.
A noise from outside the door has me freezing.
“Don’t stop,” I growl, and like my very good girl, she keeps going. I make sure we’re covered, and I lean over the pulpit, looking like I’m busy when Holly’s mother storms inside the chapel and marches down the aisle with her friend Monica.
I look up at the ceiling and curse God. Okay, I get it. I haven’t been very devoted the past few weeks, but really, Lord. I try to paste a smile on my face and I grip Tempest’s hair, holding her down, choking her on my cock, muffling her noises. I can feel her breathing out of her nose against my pubic bone, and God, if that doesn’t make me want to come even faster.
“Good afternoon, Pastor Roman. I just wanted to pop in while I was visiting my daughter to see if you have thought anymore about her petition?” I let Tempest take a breath, and control the pace at which she’s sucking me to a slow burn.
“No, and quite frankly, I don’t have plans to even consider such a childish and blasphemous request. You and your daughter need to just accept that Tempest is going to be living here,” I snap, not caring that her eyes have widened, or that she’s clutching those God awful, pompous pearls of hers. I seriously dislike this woman, and God love my son for putting up with her disastrous daughter.
“Well, okay then. I will take that into consideration. Thank you, Pastor Roman,” she says before quickly leaving the chapel with Monica trailing behind her, tittering about how I reacted. When the doors slam closed, I grip Tempest's throat tight and thrust hard and fast into her mouth. My legs start to shake as she whimpers, and I finally get my orgasm.
“So good. Praise Jesus,” I holler, not even caring that people can hear me. I throw my head back and fill her mouth with the snack she was begging for. She swallows me down and then licks me clean before offering me her fingers, glistening with her cream. I lean down and suck every drop, then kiss her hard, tangling our releases between our tongues.
I lean back and pant as she looks up at me with a wide gaze full of wonder. Tempest stays on her knees hidden for a few more minutes as I fight to catch my breath and fix my pants. I can’t believe she just did that. It was the hottest fucking thing to happen to me, but it was risky, and I will need to punish her later so she knows that while I enjoyed it, she can’t pull a stunt like that again.
She peeks out and I check that the coast is clear before helping her to her feet and kissing her until she’s as breathless as I am. She starts to giggle and I give her a stern look.
“I’m sorry, but did you really shout “Praise Jesus”? I mean, people have said that God is a woman, but I’ve never been called that before.” She bites her lip and bats her eyelashes at me, and I can’t help but laugh.
I pull her into my arms and press one more kiss to her lips before shoving her away and pointing at the door. “You’re trouble. Go home and wait for me. It seems someone is in need of a punishment.” She squeezes her thighs together, and I can already guess she's soaking and needy. Her pussy is always ready for me. That's why she’s perfect.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KING
I am so sick and tired of fighting, especially about my step-sister. “Holly, just stop,” I snap, and I’m not at all surprised when she slaps me across the face. She’s been escalating lately with her temper. I know I need to end things and get the hell away from her, but I have a feeling she will just make my life more hellish.
“You need to use your words and stop hitting me,” I groan. “Tempest isn’t leaving, and this dumb petition you have isn’t going to convince my father to change his mind. My father would do anything for his congregation, but he also honors his promises to people.”
