God help me, she whimpers.
“You sure you want this?” I growl.
Delilah looks up a me with big, wide blue eyes, flushed cheeks, and full, pouty, slightly parted lips. She looks like a girl who’s dying to be kissed. Actually, she looks like a girl who’s dying for a whole lot fucking more than a kiss.
And slowly, she nods.
“Say it,” I command.
“I—”
“You want this?” I growl. “Then say it. Because I’m not touching you until—”
In the span of a quarter second, she moves right into me, stands up on tiptoe, lifts her chin up, grabs my face in both her hands, and sears that pretty mouth right against my lips. And heaven itself couldn’t stop me now.
I growl, and my arms circle her possessively. She whimpers as my tongue pushes greedily past her soft, plump lips, and she melts against me as I suck her’s between mine. I groan, and my body coils around her, my arms circling her small frame and clutching her to me possessively. She presses right back, and her hips even grind against mine as she moans deeply into the kiss.
Yeah, there’s no going back now.
I turn us and push her back, slamming her into the little table that serves as my desk. She moans and it’s like the heat of it spurs her on to kiss me even harder. She clings to me, and my cock throbs rock hard against her. I slide my hands down over her to grip her ass through that soft little sundress. I groan at the feel of her under my hands, and she squeals as I grip her tightly and lift her up. I set her ass down on the table and push between her thighs, and her legs open willingly for me as she moans lowly.
Her long legs wrap around my waist, and the sundress bunches higher up her thighs. I kiss her with everything I have and everything I am, and I grind my rock-hard cock against the soft heat I can feel between her thighs. Fuck me, even through my jeans, I can feel how hot her little pussy is.
This little good girl wants a taste of sin? She’s going to fucking get it, come what may, and damn the fallout.
I growl as I kiss her fiercely, my tongue swirling with hers. One of my hands grips her ass, the other slides up her hip and over her ribs. Delilah whimpers and grips my t-shirt tightly with both hands. She moans eagerly into my lips, like she’s dying for more, and I’m all too happy to deliver. My hand keeps moving higher, and when I slip it over the soft mound of her breast, her breath catches sharply.
“Gabriel,” she moans. Her back arches, pushing the hard nub of her nipple against my palm, and I groan.
No bra. Bad girl.
My fingers tease over the aching little bud, and she sighs in pleasure. Her legs tighten around me, and I kiss her deeply and I rub her nipple until she’s trembling for me. Her hips rock against me again, harder this time, and I know damn well she can feel how fucking hard my fat cock is for her.
She’s still gripping my t-shirt like she wants to rip it off, so I reach down, grab the hem, and yank it up and over my head. I pull away just enough to whip it off before I crush my lips back to hers. She whimpers as her hands land on my bare chest, and her nails rake over my skin as she coos softly. I tug at one of the straps of her sundress and pull it down and off a shoulder. She moans as my hand skims down her bare shoulder.
I tug the strap lower, my pulse racing as half of the top of her sundress begins to peel down over the swell of her breast. Lower and lower it goes until with a soft moan from her lips, it slips over the nipple I’ve been teasing. I glance down, and groan lustily at her little pink dusky nipple, and my hand instantly moves to cup her again. My fingers tease the little bud again, and she cries out as her hips rock into me harder.
And I want more. I want to show her more.
My tongue swirls with hers, and I devour her moans whole as the hand on her ass begins to slide over her hip. It moves down and down, tracing the line of her panties under the dress, until I’m almost pushing it down between us. I grunt and pull her sundress up high, and when my hand lands on bare upper thigh, Delilah gasps and pulls back.
Her eyes are blazing with fire as they lock on mine, and I pause.
“You wanna stop, just—”
“I don’t want to stop,” she breathes.
“Then spread your legs,” I growl thickly, my eyes burning into hers. “Spread those pretty thighs and let me show you what sin really feels like.”
And she does. She grabs my face and kisses me like she’s been lost in the desert for forty fucking years, and my kiss is the first water she’s found. I growl into her mouth as her legs open for me, and my hand slides up to my prize. My knuckles drag over her soft cotton panties, and I hiss at how fucking wet they are, and I do mean fucking wet—soaked, really.
I rub my knuckles over her, and she whimpers so softly. My thick fingertip traces the edge of the panties, right where her thigh meets the plump lips of her pussy that I can just about feel through the slick cotton molding to them. I push the finger under, and then I keep going. She moans, trembling like she’s already close to coming for me just from my touch. My finger slides under and traces over her soft, slick, velvety pussy lips, and my cock lurches against her thigh through my jeans.
I grunt, and I yank her panties to the side. Delilah gasps, but when my finger slides up and down her lips, she coos softly.
“Oh God.”
She doesn’t know it yet, but Preacher Gabriel is about to bring her closer to the Almighty than she’s ever been before. I drag my finger higher, and when I roll it over her clit, and she cries out.