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“Fuck, little one, that’s exactly right. You will be my good girl, won’t you?”
Whimpering, she turns to look at me. There’s love and doubt warring with each other in those beautiful eyes of hers. “Yes, Father.”
With a groan, I pull back from her as the door opens. “We are going home and I’m going to fuck you silly.”
She takes in a sharp breath, but she doesn’t fight me. No, my girl wants me as much as I want her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JACQULIN
Germaine loves me. He has no idea how much that means to me. I’ve yearned for years to hear someone say those words. I know he does, even though I’m not sure I should trust him. When he gets in his growly, dominant, possessive mood, I melt. The psychology teacher I had last semester would call him toxic. Not me. More like perfect. He’s perfect for the inner need I have. Still, it hurts to know he lied to me.
“This is the opposite way of the church,” I point out as we take the exit toward Gotham Valley.
“I know. I live ten miles north of Gotham Valley. You are never going back to the neighborhood your father lived in.” Germaine looks at me with a stern look that tells me I better not argue.
“What if I don’t want to go home with you?” I’m being petulant. Frankly, he deserves much worse from me.
“That’s too bad. I guess you’ll have to be chained to my bed until you agree to my wants and demands.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me, and I want to slap his face, but I don’t. It’s kind of funny, to be honest.
Forty minutes later, we pull into a gated community, and he waves at the guard who lets him in the second he sees Germaine. As we drive along, I take a deep breath, wondering what his house will look like. I’m not sure it matters, but I bet it’s modern.
I smile when I see I’m right. His house is all strict lines and metal. Rolling my eyes, I step out of the car as soon as he puts it in park. “Hey, you could hurt yourself. Be careful,” he warns.
Laughing, I shut the door. “And how could I hurt myself, Germaine? You parked in your driveway, and I don’t see any danger here.”
He sighs and comes over to me, taking me into his arms. “Stop arguing or I’m going to shut that mouth for you again.”
I shiver at the idea of his cock back down my throat. “You say that as if that’s a threat,” I whisper the words into his neck before kissing down the vein that’s beating wildly.
We make it into the house and to the living room before he deposits me on the couch. Germaine follows me down and he rips my clothes off me. “I can’t stand that Arturo touched you. I must get my scent on you before I go crazy.”
His voice is rough and animalistic. “He didn’t… I mean…” My words trail off as he undresses and comes back down on top of me.
“I know he didn’t, little one. That’s the only thing keeping me sane.” He kisses my left breast, then my right. My nipples harden, begging to be played with. “Goddamn, you are so responsive.”
Arching my back, I push my boobs into his mouth, and he snarls at me. “Greedy girl.” He runs his hands down my stomach and to my thighs. Germaine spreads my legs and nestles his cock against my womanhood. A shiver runs through me, making me dizzy.
“For you, yes. Please, I…” What do I want? His cock in me? Yes, that’s exactly what I want. “Put it in me, please Germaine.”
“Not yet, little one. I need to get you ready.” His lust is showing in his eyes, but his words are so kind.
“You promise never to lie to me again?” I ask as I reach down and take his cock in my hand. It’s a bold move, but I’m horny and I want him in me now. His eyes close as each stroke pulls on his shaft, producing the wetness from his tip. I run my thumb across his head, and he moans for me.
“Yes, Jacqulin, I did what I had to do, but I’m yours. Always know that. There will never be another lie between us.” He kisses me and I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist, trying to get him to dip inside of my wetness.
“I loved you when you were Father Zimmerman. I know it was wrong, but I want you to know I still love you.”
“Fuck, little one.” He rams his cock into me, shattering my virginity. With a scream, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. God, it hurts. He’s grinding his teeth in my ear as my body clamps down on him, not letting him move. “It will never hurt again, my love.”
“M… m… move.” I stutter, trying to figure out why it’s producing these tingling feelings deep within my abdomen, but still sort of hurts.
“With pleasure, sweet one. But first, let me see those pretty eyes. Keep them on me at all times. I want to see you unravel in front of me.”
“O—” I whimper, moving, wiggling my body on his cock. “Please, move. It’s… it’s building again. That amazing feeling is building.” My words are breathy, and I feel like I’m being wanton. Somehow, I don’t care because Germaine moves his hips and then pulls almost out of me before shoving back in.
“Yes.” I nearly shout as he plays with my clitoris and strokes himself with the walls of my pussy. My body moves up and down on the couch as he forces himself all the way in.
