Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I don’t even recognize myself. Have I become a female in heat, ready to do whatever they ask?
Jason’s hand on my mouth has relaxed a little as he’s more focused on pounding into me now. His pelvis is hitting me with so much force that I’m almost bouncing off wall, but I do my best to push back up against him, lifting up my bottom for better access. I can hear the grunts of him doing his best to hold back.
His other hand comes around my front and plays with my clit. My breath starts to catch, and my legs start to wobble. I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. With my forehead planted on the wall, I come as quietly as possible, jerkily moving my body as it spasms. Jason lets out a low roar and spills into me.
“Fuck baby,” he rasps into my ear. “You always feel so good.”
Hot jets of virile seed spurt into my back channel, and I scream once more as my bottom spasms, pulling the jism deeper inside. Once we’re done, I fall to the ground exhausted. I’m literally lying in a puddle, unable to move as my body pulses with shudders.
My eyes are half closed, but I see Jordan putting himself back into his pants and then carefully wiping his hand off with what looks like a hand towel. He must have been touching himself while his friend conquered my curves. I would have liked to have been able to see him do that. Maybe next time.
Meanwhile, after pulling up his pants, Jason kneels down beside me and helps to get me decent once more. He’s gentle, making sure to take the ultimate care.
In minutes, we’re all back to being somewhat okay-looking. They both help me back on my feet, even though I’m as wobbly as a newborn dear.
Jason tucks some of my hair that escaped my bun behind my ear.
“We need to talk at some point, Mira. Like an actual conversation,” he rumbles.
I look at him with shining eyes, still coursing with pleasure.
“Yeah, I agree.”
“Great. One of us will text you, sweetheart, to arrange something. Keep an eye on your phone, okay?”
I wonder what they want to talk about. There’s plenty for sure: keeping our trysts a secret, how this relates to their job, being with two men, etc. Maybe there are even some logistics we need to figure out.
But maybe they want to discuss a relationship? Could that could be it? I’ve never been in any kind of relationship before, and the traditional ones already sound hard given the rate of divorce in the United States. This type of threesome probably requires something extra. Of course, what that extra is, I can’t even begin to guess. But hopefully, the two of them will be able to enlighten me.
“Why don’t you go back out first?” asks Jordan. “Jason and I will be out shortly.” I nod. It’s probably best if we don’t all emerge at the same time because that would definitely look suspicious. The girls have eagle eyes after all.
I leave the two of them in the bedroom and manage to walk back to the living room like nothing’s wrong. There’s a smile plastered on my face and unobtrusively, I take a seat.
The group has actually begun to read the assigned verse for tonight. I can barely focus as I nod and follow along. There’s something about “serving God while serving others,” but I merely smile and look down at my Bible, not really seeing the words. Fortunately, there aren’t any weird looks or shady comments because everyone is listening to Andi expound on something.
Soon, Jordan and James reenter the living room, with not a hair out of place. They’re devilishly handsome, and electricity crackles in the room at their appearance. Meanwhile, I feel so disheveled, like any second someone’s going to notice my messed-up clothes and wet panties.
“Well, I think we’re going to head out,” Jason announces with a flashing smile. “It was nice visiting with you, ladies. You guys are doing a great job here.”
“Do you really have to go so soon?” one of the girls whines.
Jordan nods.
“We do. There’s a lot of work to be done at the church but thank you all for entertaining us, and thank you for the delicious food.” They both glance at me, slightly smiling before going to exit.
“Bye all. Have a good night,” is their last greeting, and then the men are gone.
Once the door closes and they’re out of earshot, Nicole’s shoulders relax.
“Whew! I am burning up. Those guys are H-O-T!” She fake fans herself, smiling at her little joke. The rest of the room laughs and I join in because clearly, that’s the normal thing to do.
“We’re so lucky to have Pastors Jason and Jordan,” chimes Ada. “Most congregations have seventy-year-old pastors with tufts of hair growing out of their nose, but Jason and Jordan are nothing like that. Our men are like magazine models,” she says with a huge smile.