"You're Sister DeLarosa's granddaughter, Ameera right?"
She had gotten up from quite the compromising position she was in. "Yeah, I came here to pick up Mitsumi, I'll be going now." Rahdika was in her father's arms as she told him about her playdate, little arms flailing around as she expressed herself. Her eyes went back to the man before her. His hair was up in a bun as loose curls framed his face, and those lips of his, god he was fine.
Blinking, she bent over to help Mitsumi to pick up her stuff. Unbeknownst to her, Pastor Smith was trying his best not to down. That wouldn't be very Christian-like of me he thought, but he just couldn't help it. Going against his resolve, his eyes darted down to her plump ass, her thighs; and how he could glimpse her underwear if he looked hard enough. Which he was doing.
"—Pastor Smith? Did you hear me?"
Eyes quickly snapping back up to her face, not before staring amply at her chest, he replied hastily, "Y-yes? Repeat that please."
"I said that we're leaving, have a nice night," she bided him with a close-lipped smile before walking passed. He let out a heavy breath, shame clouding his brain as he remembered what he did.
Handing over a now sleeping Rahdika to the housekeeper, he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower; hoping that the ice-cold water wouldn't only wash away his ungodly thoughts and his hard-on, but also what he assumed was the mistaken images of Ameera that he had received the night before.
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Ameera flopped onto her bed as she mindlessly stared at the stars in her ceiling, someone that she shouldn't be thinking about on her mind. Maybe I just needed a good fuck, she thought. Unplugging her phone from the charger, she scrolled down to P, looking for Parker's name. But the name beneath it made her want to click his instead.
Pastor Smith, read at 11: 38 p.m.
Read? She furrowed for eyebrows, trying to remember when she texted him. Suddenly, her mind ran back to last night. Her taking pictures to send to Parker, the pictures being sent but her phone powering off.
No. No fucking way.
Sweat gathered on her brow as her finger hovered over his chat, opening it.
A: Pastor Smith? Good night.
She nervously waited for his reply.
P: Good night Ameera :)
She took a deep breath, calming herself. Why was she so nervous? She usually lived for this shit. She scoffed, accidentally sending your Pastor nudes would be nerve-wrecking to anyone.
A: i want to apologize for sending those pictures, they were meant for someone else.
P: I realized that, don't sweat it. It's fine
A: let me make it up with a cup of coffee tmrw. It would make me feel better about this, plz?
P: sure. time and place?
Ameera smiled as she suggested a place and time, catching her grinning reflection in the screen. Embarrassed that she was acting like a high school kid, she forced herself to swipe the smile off of her face but ended up giggling as she imagined the his reaction.
Was he surprised? Was he turned on?
She chuckled, internally thinking, of course he was, I'm fucking hot. Did she feel a bit guilty thinking about a married man in that way, one who was a Pastor at that? Maybe. But maybe if his wife wasn't such a fucking bitch she wouldn't want fuck around with her man.
Shrugging her shoulders, she slipped under the sheets with a smile; already thinking about tomorrow.
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Romance"What do you want, Ameera?" His eyes darted to the kitchen door for a second, praying no one would come in. But she didn't care, she never did. Despite him being taller than her 5'11 frame, she was the one in control. Just how she liked it. A sl...
