I really don’t get the point in going to church sometimes, it gets kind of boring. I mean all you do is get up and sing, sit down, get back up, then pray, oh and don’t forget to pray some more.
“Can I get a amen?!” The preacher yells to us holy folk.
“Only if you say please” I retort quietly. My grandfather chuckles from the side of me, and I receive a slap in the back of the head from my grandma on the other side.
Sighing heavily I cast a glance around the room. The wooden pews seem to glow in the sun, the warm atmosphere creating a homey feel. My eye catches the door, and decide to relieve my bladder. Tapping my grandpa’s left knee, I stand and make my way to the restroom.
“Sweet release!” I moan, flushing the toilet. Taking a look around I wander aimsley down the halls. They are a creamy white, and lead me to several rooms. Each door I travel through are tall, thick honey oak, and silent. The only thing to be heard is the tapping of my heals on the checkered tile.
“Well shit!” I mutter to myself. I don’t exactly know where I am, hell I have no freaking idea where I am at. “Just my luck.” I groan, plopping down on the floor. Curling up, I survey the room. One, two, three, four, five doors. Two bookshelves, twelve chairs, four tables, one TV, two couches, and a partridge in a pair tree. Taking a gander about, I leaf through some of the books lying around.
“Don’t worry, Ill grab some!” I hear a muffled man’s voice call through the door to the left of me. His footsteps grow louder and louder, signaling his approach coming closer. For fear of punishment, I quickly dive under the nearest table. The door opens and I hear soft whistling, watching as brown loafers pad across the room. I can only see up to the butt of the person, and man do they have one mighty fine ass. Trying to get a better look, I scoot closer to the edge. SLAM! I squeal, jumping, and slamming my head against the table.
“Hello?” His smooth voice calls. I soon fell his strong arms wrap around me, as he slides me out from underneath the table. In his tight embrace I relax, the scent of soft honey dew filing around me, as the racing of his heart sings sweetly to me.
“I’m sorry sir, I was wandering and got lost.” I pout gazing upwards. Soft blue eyes gaze back at me, soft pink lips formed into a smirk taunt me. Fuck me sideways, “Mr. Mahan!” I grit out, pulling out of his embrace, and slinking away as far as possible.
“Hey, Lynne.” He greets simply. Leaning back against the wall, he crosses his white clad arms against his chest. Thick, muscular, simply mouth-waterin…
“Wha-what are yo-you doing here?” I stutter out, trying to get my mind off the matter. He chuckles at my response and picks up a bible
“Had to grab a few of these for class. Why are you lost?” He quizzes. I snort, rolling my eyes I smooth out the skirt of my dress.
“Oh ya know, just felt like a bloody good time to get lost.” I reply nonchalantly. He only smirks in reply. I ignore it, I turn and face the room. Spreading my arms out, I spin a bit. “It sure is beautiful.” I compliment.
“Yes, very beautiful.” His voice grows husky, feeling his gaze on me sends the hairs standing at full attention.
“Will you show me the way out?” I quiz softly, not turning.
“Depends, what will be my reward?” He asks. In confusion, I spin to face him.
“Excuse me?” I mutter sourly. He only smirks, and steps forwards.
“How about a kiss?” He practically gleams. My heart does a double take, this sex god wants a kiss?! I can only nod, unsure of anything else.
Stepping even closer, his arm circles around my waist, pulling me against his chest. He slowly leans in, gliding his lips softly over mine. Our lips contact slightly harder, moving slowly and beautifully. His tongue pokes at my lips, moving into my mouth, tasting every corner. I moan softly, twisting my hands through his soft hair. He stiffens and pulls back, his blue gaze dark.
“Fuck,” He groans, “Please, I need you, I need this.” He groans huskily. Dipping forward he catches me in a strong kiss, rough, passionate. I capture his bottom lip and nibble on it, feeling his shudder. “Please.” He pleads, pulling away. Stay cool, I repeat over and over in my head.
“Uh, yeah.” I squeak. My mentally face palming session is interrupted as he pulls my dress over my head. Lust tingles down my spine, reaching forward I start unbuttoning his shirt. Soon we are naked, and grinding. He pushes me back until the table hits my legs. Lifting me, he sits me on the top, and pushing me into a laying position. Slowly he enters me, and I’m filled.
“Oh god, yes.” He moans out, thrusting in a bit harder.
“I’m not god, I’m Lynne, but nice try!” I retort stupidly. He only smirks, and continues to slowly pump into me.
His soft Carmel hair is tussled into a frenzy, his blueberry orbs glazed, a muscular chest glistened with sweat. He picks up pace, hitting every spot that god has given. I try to be quiet, only scratching his back in approval.
“Harder, please.” I whisper huskily. He snaps his hips forward, driving deep in me. “Oh, fuck!” I shout. Over and over he pounds into me, kissing and swallowing all my appreciations. Sloppily he drives forward and stilling, groaning, he finishes. We kiss and cuddle for a minute, slowly gathering our things. The church bells ringing, sends us rushing.
“Where in the lords name have you been Lynne!?” My grandmother shouts at me.
“Heaven.” I reply cheekily, hoping into the back seat.
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Lynne' here! Sorry, I was going to update yeserday, but my interent was down. Anyways, dont forget to send in request! Love you all!
