Preacher Man

by Jessa Kane

She doesn’t know she’s being watched and it’s yet another mark on my black soul that I invade her private moments.

sir she knows you’re not very subtle

One might think a former mafia hit man would have better self control. When it comes to Mila, only Mila, they would be wrong. I slip more and more toward madness with every day that passes without me inside her.

Prepared to brazen out the ritual, I take Mila by the elbow to guide her toward the pool—but her mother runs on stage in a flurry of hand motions. “I’m so sorry, preacher,” she says in furious whisper, red faced. “I-I had no idea she’d left the house in this get-up. I won’t force you to sully your hands with her.” Sully my hands? She’s a fucking angel. And I’m already damned to hell for my past sins, but I’ll be damned twice before Mila gets humiliated in front of the entire town. Not even over my dead body will I allow that to happen. She’s only a sweet, young girl who hasn’t yet learned the appeal of her own body. She can’t possibly understand the effect it has on men yet.

She has no idea what beast she tempts. Or does she?

“The baptism didn’t work,” she whispers. “I still have the devil inside me, preacher.” A fist tightens around my throat. “Who told you the devil lives inside you?”

“God’s children,” I say, turning to address the rapt audience. “It appears one our flock has been deeply affected by this holy ritual. The Lord has chosen her as a direct channel for His grace this morning. Please allow me some time to counsel her and make sense of this gift she’s been given. We will resume the service shortly.”

just made it very obvious you’re about to go in another room and fuck her, even her mom knows😭😭😭

“I’ve been hurting so bad.” “Shhh. I’m going to make it all better.” I lick my way through the hollow of her throat, using my hold on her bottom to ride her up and down my cock. “I’m going to fuck the ache away every day for the rest of your life.”

“What’s the other reason?” I ask breathlessly, my nipples turning to tight peaks at the endearment. Joseph grows short of breath watching it happen. “Apart from you being a teenager?” He skims his palm up my inner thigh, tracing the edge of my panties with his middle fingers. “I’m a very bad man underneath this starched Sunday shirt, Mila. I’ve managed to lay low and adopt this new way of life. But one taste of your mouth and the man I’ve been hiding is already trying to break free.” “Maybe I am a bad seed, then,” I whisper, my lower lip shaking. “No, Mila. No, you just call the real man inside me, like nothing else in this town. Like nothing else anywhere on this damn earth.”

“Unfortunately that real man is a bastard. And you’ve woken up his jealousy, lust and violence. It’s not your fault, little girl. It’s fate. I don’t know how long I can pretend to be a holy man when I’ve given in and taken what’s mine. I’m going to be like a dog with a fucking bone.”

“I’ll be keeping her with me for close observation.” “Keeping her? For how long?” “Forever,” Joseph growls.

BYE

“You’re lucky I’m letting you live after tying up this sweet girl. Feeding her lies about herself. After taking her from me.” His voice turns silent, almost thoughtful. “On second thought, maybe I won’t let you live.”

“I’m going to make you my queen first, Mila. And when we get home, I’ll make you my little princess.”

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I take two gold bands out of my pocket and hold them out. “I bought these the day you turned eighteen. I couldn’t help it. You’ve been my dream since you walked into the church. I’ll take you to the ocean, Mila. I’ll love you the whole way there and every damn day afterward. That’s my promise.”

that’s creepy bro

“I’m the only man who is ever—ever—going to come inside here, do you understand me, little girl?” “Yes, Daddy.”

“I’ve been smelling your tight pussy waking up and changing for months. Your body knows it’s breeding time. There are some people out there who think I shouldn’t come in my little girl. But if that’s true, why do you make my dick so hard?”

uhhhh

“Oh, little Mila,” I growl into her ear. “You’re a very good girl giving this pussy to Daddy. He’s wanted it so bad.” “I’m trying,” she whines, shifting her hips. “It’s so big.” “You don’t have to try. Just keep your legs open and let Daddy have his way.”

“I want to be your favorite.” My laughter is dark. “Oh, little girl. It’s no contest.” Mila releases a frustrated whimper and twists around in my hold. “I-I’m getting that ticklish feeling again.” “You want Daddy to tickle you like this,” I growl, driving my cock into her relentlessly, my balls smacking off her tight backside. “You love it.” “I do.” She sucks in a breath, then lets it out on a scream. “Oh, it’s happening.” “Good girl, Mila. Drench my cock. Show me your appreciation. Then I’ll give you mine.”

“My wife. Mine. Forever and ever.” My upper lip curls. “Amen.”

As soon as we arrived at this picnic, it was obvious things could never go back to the way they’d been. I’ve married a girl fresh from her eighteenth birthday, one day after I carried her to my office during a church service. Speculation about what has ensued over the last twenty-four hours is probably rampant. I’m meant to be the holiest among them. Above reproach. Yet I took no time to court her and now I’ve got my hands and mouth all over her. Ask me if I care what they think. I care about nothing besides my little girl.