Yanking off my tie as I ascend the stairs, I start working on the buttons of my dress shirt next. The door to the bedroom Jersey and I share is left open only a couple of inches. A smile tugs up my lips as my cock hardens the closer I get. Anticipation mixes with arousal when I think about what’s on the other side of that door.
Jersey sent me a text message an hour ago.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
Attached to the text was a picture of Jersey. The view was of her on her hands and knees on our bed. Her face, in which most was covered by her hair, filled the screen. Except for her bare shoulder and a sliver of her ass, which was sticking up in the air.
I don’t recommend looking at erotic pictures of your wife while in a meeting at work. Sitting there while executives droned on and on about projection reports and marketing strategies while sporting a hard-on isn’t a smart move. I retained not a single word after I saw her picture. All my thoughts had moved to how hard I would spank her ass for distracting me, then to how rough I’d fuck it to make the sting better.
I unbutton the last button of my shirt but let the material hang on my shoulders as I push the bedroom door open.
It’s a good thing Sam is staying with a friend tonight, because fuck me, the sight I walk in on has all rational thought leaving my brain.
The room is bathed in shadows, the only light coming from the lit, scented candles placed on several surfaces. Directly in front of me is our bed, and on it, is Jersey. She’s reclining back against a mountain of pillows, her top half in a sheer, black cami. Her bottom half is naked. Her thick, gorgeous, strawberry-blonde hair falls in waves over her shoulder.
To this day, Jersey is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
But at the moment, it’s not her beauty that holds me captive and has me seconds away from coming in my slacks. It’s what she’s doing.
Eyes hooded with desire as she watches me intently, her thighs spread wide open, Jersey has a hand between her legs. With the low lighting, her pussy is cast in shadows, so I can’t exactly see what her hand is doing, but from the way her hips undulate on the mattress and her panting, I know whatever it is feels really fucking good.
“Welcome home, husband,” she purrs.
“And a mighty fine welcome it is.” I slip my shirt down my arms and let it fall to the floor as I slowly walk toward the bed. “But it looks like you’ve already started without me.”
A husky moan leaves her lips, and her ass leaves the bed as she hits a sensitive spot. “I’m only having a little fun while I wait for you.”
My cock turns to stone behind the zipper. I palm my aching length and start ripping at the button of my slacks with my other hand.
“Don’t let me stop you. Please continue.”
I can’t get my pants off fast enough as I stop at the end of the bed. Being so close, I have a better view of her hand. She has two fingers shoved in her soaked pussy, and she’s using the heel of her hand to grind it against her clit.
“Don’t come,” I demand hoarsely.
One corner of her mouth lifts into a sexy smirk. “Then you better hurry.” She pulls her fingers from her pussy, and fucking hell, brings them to her mouth. Her eyes smolder as she opens her lips and slips her fingers inside. She moans and sucks her cheeks in, as if she’s relishing and licking away every damn drop.
My pants and briefs are shoved down and kicked to the side, and in the next second, I have both of her ankles in my hands. I pull her down to the end of the bed. Her husky laughter bounces off the walls in the room, and her legs bracket around my waist.
Planting my hands on the bed by her hips, I loom over her. “That was mine to have,” I growl.
With her eyes still dancing and her arms laying above her head, she looks between our bodies. “There’s still plenty left.”
“I want it from your fingers,” I tell her. “Put that hand back down there and fuck yourself again.”
Using her legs around my waist, she lifts herself until her pussy slides across my shaft. I groan and clench my jaw, on the edge of plunging into her as far as I can. Her eyes hold mine as she moves her hand between us. Instead of going for her pussy like she’s supposed to, she grabs my cock.
Her palm is so fucking soft and feels too damn good. I flex my hips back. “Hands off and put those fingers in your pussy, Jersey.”
Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “Yes, Father Adair.”
My cock jerks with her use of the moniker she likes to use sometimes.
Maybe the name should bother me, make me feel guilty for turning my back on the church, for using it in such a carnal way. But it doesn’t. I’ll never regret my time spent as a priest. For those twelve years, that was my calling. That part of my life is over. I truly believe it was God who put Jersey in my path. For a time, His plan for me was to serve Him. I’ve been set on a new path now, and that path includes Jersey, and it will until the day I die.
I flex my hips against the back of Jersey’s hand as she slides her fingers in and out of her pussy.
Once I know her fingers are covered in her juices, I demand, “Give me your fingers.”
Her hand leaves her pussy, and a second later, she’s holding it up between us. She scissors her fingers together, showing me how wet they are. I part my lips and suck both digits into my mouth.
Motherfucking hell, she tastes so fucking good. Better than the most delectable dessert.
I groan as I suck away every bit of her, then let her fingers slide from my mouth. Grabbing my cock, I press the head at her opening.
“Wesley, please,” she moans. Lifting her hips again, she tries to wedge more of me inside her. “I need—ah!”
I slam my hips forward, impaling her completely. Her head falls back with her shout. I take advantage of her exposed neck and suck a piece of skin into my mouth, purposely leaving a mark behind.
Wrapping one hand under her thigh, I pull it high up my waist. Pulling out until just the head is left inside, I plunge back in. With each downward motion, I grind down deep, hitting her clit and heightening her pleasure. The slip and slide of my cock against her snug walls sends me closer to the edge.
“You feel so damn good,” I growl. “Tight and wet, and all fucking mine.”
“All yours,” she breathes. “Always yours.”
A couple of hours later, after taking Jersey hard and fast, and another time in the shower much slower, we’re both lounging in bed. I’m on my back with Jersey laying on my chest. Her fingers gently trace the tattoos on my abs. We’ve been lying here, neither of us saying anything, for several minutes. It’s a comfortable silence.
“Did you see the news today?” I ask.
Her fingers pause for a second before she restarts tracing the eyes of the skull inked on my ribs. “Yes. Sam and I both watched it.”
“How did he take it?”
She lifts her head from my chest and turns it so I can see her eyes. “I could literally see the weight falling off his shoulders. I’m so grateful it’s over, but I’m sure Sam’s relief is so much stronger than mine since he’s the one who endured the pain the mayor and his son put him through.”
Pulling my arm from behind my head, I sift my fingers through her hair, using my thumb to rub her cheek. “I can’t imagine how hard it was on either of you.”
She closes her eyes, and a soft smile lifts her lips. “It’s finally over.”
Today, on national TV, the former mayor of Silver Falls and his son were found guilty on multiple charges. They’ll both spend the rest of their lives in prison. The other fourteen assailants were also found guilty and will spend many years behind bars.
Two years of waiting is finally over.
“Has Sam thought anymore about seeing Deandra and Carter?”
Deandra was the mayor’s wife and Carter is their oldest son. Neither of them knew that Douglas was the mastermind behind a child sex trafficking ring, or that Mark was right beside him. The shock and horror when they heard the news couldn’t have been fabricated. It was too genuine. Of course, Deandra filed for divorce as soon as she could, and Carter has cut any and all ties off with his father and younger brother.
A year after the arrests, Deandra approached Jersey, asking if she could see Sam. She said she waited so long because she was ashamed that she was connected to such a vile man and felt Sam wouldn’t want anything to do with her. She was afraid he may blame them for not knowing what he was going through. By the grace of God, Sam was never part of the sex ring, but he still endured horrific abuse under their roof.
Jersey left the decision up to Sam. Even though Sam said that Deandra and Carter were always great with him, so far, he’s still refused to see either of them. Carter is thirty-four, so he was out of the house by the time Sam came to live there. He and Sam were never really close, so there’s not really a bond between them. But Deandra played an important role in Sam’s life for a couple of years. You could see just from looking at her she loved Sam.
Sam hasn’t said as much, but Jersey and I both think he refuses to see them because they remind him of a painful time in his life.
“I think he’s almost ready,” Jersey says, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I know he wants to see Deandra. I believe with the trial finally being over, he can start looking forward to the future and really start to heal.”
For the first year and a half, Sam went to a counselor twice a month. It wasn’t until the last six months it’s been moved to once a month. The sessions have helped him tremendously. Four months ago, Jersey and I officially adopted Sam. Three months prior to that, we were married.
“He’ll tell you when he’s ready,” I comment.
“Yeah.”
Jersey tiptoes her fingers up my chest, and she fingers the cross I wear around my neck. My sister, Camila, gave me the necklace a year after I committed my life to the church. I’ve worn it ever since.
“I was thinking….”
She trails off, and her eyes move from the necklace and meet mine. Her teeth tug on her bottom lip nervously.
I slide a piece of hair between my fingers, loving the silky texture. “What is it?”
“I know we talked about waiting for a while longer, but I can’t get it out of my head since it was brought up.”
I know what she’s referring to, but I still ask. “What are you talking about?”
She scoots up my chest until our faces are only inches apart. Her expression is hopeful and earnest.
“A baby.” She says the word so quietly I have to strain to hear her.
“You want a baby now?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “So much, Wesley. I want a little you and me. It would be a dream come true.” Her expression turns doubtful. “But only if you’re ready too.”
Wrapping my arm around her back, I flip us both over so I’m hovering over her. She stares up at me, her eyes wide and filled with questions.
“Are you sure? I only wanted to wait because I figured that’s what you wanted.”
Her eyes glisten as she shakes her head. “No.” It comes out as a croak. “I don’t want to wait. I want to have your baby.”
My grin starts slow until it stretches across my whole face. “If it’s a baby you want, then it’s a baby you’ll have.”
“Really?” she squeals.
I drop a kiss against her lips. “Really. In fact.” Sliding a hand down the back of her thigh, I lift it over my hip, wedging myself more comfortably between her legs. My cock bumps against her pussy. “Let’s get started on making one now.”
That brings me a laugh, but it ends on a moan when I slide inside her.
“I love you,” she says softly, her beautiful eyes looking deep into mine.
“And I love you,” I say back.
For the rest of the night and the early morning hours, we work hard at making her dream come true.
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