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Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories] The Preacher’s Daughter 4
Grace did not sleep well the next night.Every time she closed her eyes she felt the phantom press of Caleb’s fingers inside her, the rough bark against her back, the low sound he made when she came for him. By the time the clock in the parlor struck eleven again she was already dressed in the same dark dress, barefoot, heart racing as she slipped out the back door.The pasture was quieter tonight. Clouds had moved in, muting the moonlight, turning the world into soft shades of gray. The old oak waited like a dark sentinel and Caleb was there again, leaning against the trunk, but this time he pushed away the moment he saw her and met her halfway.This time, he didn’t ask if she was sure. He simply took her face in both hands and kissed her hard, deep, as though the hours apart had been a kind of starvation. Grace answered with a moan and equal hunger, rising onto her toes, fists curling in the front of his shirt. When they finally broke apart both of them were breathing like they
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Grace waited until the house had gone completely still.Her father’s soft snoring drifted down the hallway, the grandfather clock in the parlor struck eleven and moonlight spilled across the floorboards of her bedroom in pale silver bars. She sat on the edge of the bed in her nightgown for a long time, bare feet pressed to the cool wood, heart beating so hard she could feel it in her throat.She kept telling herself she would not go, trying hard to get it off her mind.Then she rose, pulled a simple dark dress over her head, and slipped out the back door without a sound.The night air was soft and heavy with the scent of cut grass and distant honeysuckle. Crickets sang in the dark. Grace kept to the shadows along the fence line, skirts gathered in one hand, the other pressed against her stomach as if she could quiet the nerves twisting there. Every step felt like a betrayal to her father’s sermons and position but every step also felt inevitable.The old oak stood alone on the far
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The following Sunday the heat broke just enough to make the air feel thick instead of punishing. Grace stood in the choir loft during the final verse of “Just As I Am,” her voice steady even while her thoughts refused to stay on the words. Below her, in the last row of the men’s side, Caleb sat with his elbows on his knees, head slightly bowed. He had not looked up once during the entire service. Somehow that felt more deliberate than any open stare.After the benediction she stayed in the loft, straightening sheet music that did not need straightening, until the sanctuary emptied. When she finally came down the narrow stairs she found him waiting in the shadowed hallway that led to the side exit, one shoulder braced against the wall.“Miss Hale.”The formal address was almost mocking now. She stopped a careful three feet away. “Mr. Mercer.”He held something out which was an old, leather-bound Bible she recognized as one of the extras kept in the storage room. “This was left on t
Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories] The Preacher’s Daughter 1
Grace Hale sat in the third pew from the front, hands folded tightly in her lap, the way her mother had taught her since she was old enough to sit still through a sermon. The late-summer heat pressed against the stained-glass windows of First Baptist, turning the air thick and golden. Her father’s voice rolled through the sanctuary like distant thunder, steady, certain, warning of the wages of sin.She tried to listen. She always tried.But her eyes kept drifting to the back of the church, where the new hired hand stood near the double doors, arms crossed, waiting to help carry the offering plates. He was Caleb Mercer. He had only been in town three weeks, yet already the older women whispered about him after service, about how quiet he was, how hard he worked on the church farm, how his shirts clung to his shoulders when he stacked hay in the afternoon sun.Grace had noticed other things.The way his dark hair fell across his forehead when he wiped sweat away with the back of his
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Renard smirked, his hand lazily groping one of her heavy breasts. “Greedy little girl. You just got filled up and you’re already begging for another round?”Nelly bit her lip and nodded, looking up at him with needy eyes. “I told you… I can’t get enough of your cock. It’s so much better than Ryan’s.”She moved down his body and took his semi-hard cock into her mouth, sucking and licking their combined juices off him. Within moments, Renard was rock hard again.“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing her hair. “Get on your hands and knees, baby. I wants to fuck you from behind.”Nelly quickly obeyed, arching her back and pushing her plump ass up in the air. She looked back at him seductively, wiggling her hips. “Like this, Daddy?”“Perfect,” he growled.Renard got behind her and rubbed his thick cock along her dripping slit before slamming back inside her in one smooth, powerful thrust. Nelly cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly.“Ahhh! Yes!” she moaned loudly. “Fuck me, Daddy!”R
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Nelly and Renard were completely naked in his bedroom, with Nelly straddling him, frantically bouncing her plump ass up and down his thick cock. She moaned loudly, her face twisted in an overwhelmed expression of pure bliss.Renard groaned in pleasure and slapped her round ass hard, gripping both cheeks firmly and spreading them wide as he growled, “That’s it, good girl. Keep riding Daddy’s cock just like that. Show me how desperately you’ve been craving this.”Nelly let out a broken, shaky moan, her body jolting from the sharp sting of his palm. She planted her hands on his chest for leverage and started bouncing even faster. Her massive tits swung wildly, slapping against her own face with every aggressive drop.The wet, filthy sound of her soaked pussy swallowing his thick cock echoed through the living room.“Fuuuuck, Daddy!” she cried out, her voice cracking. “You’re so deep… I can feel you in my stomach. Oh my god, you’re ruining me!”Her juices were already dripping down his sh
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