Father
From New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Clarissa Wild comes a new off-the-charts novel that will make you feel filthier than ever...
Confess your sin.
People call me Father, but I prefer Frank because I’m the worst preacher you’ll ever meet.
Days spent completely wasted pull a number on you, especially when you’ve got a truckload of baggage that comes with it.
Until this beautiful girl in the back of the church takes my breath away.
…And we end up committing sacrilege in the confessional.
Did I mention I’m filthy?
Bad doesn’t even begin to describe me, and after one taste of what she’s got to offer, I want more. Too bad having a dirty mind isn’t the only thing we’ve got in common…
Our past is laced with sin.
Author’s Note: This book is not for everyone. It’s raw. It’s vulgar. It’s downright offensive. But it’s oh so d*mn delicious with a capital D. If you are easily offended, please don’t read this book. But if you like a bit of humor mixed in with raunchiness and brawling, you’ll love this book.
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“This is my sin,” she says, and she licks her
fingers and rubs them across her nipples. She moans, and my dick bounces up and
down in my pants.
“Is it wrong?” she asks, biting her lip.
I blink a couple of times to try to keep my
composure, but I’m burning up with desire. Fuck me;
I want to reach through the gaps of the lattice partition so badly.
“It feels wrong,” she whispers, and her hand
travels down her body. “Tell me to stop.”
“Only God can tell you what to do,” I answer.
What kind of answer is
that? Fuck.
“I can’t speak to him the way you do,” she
says, eyeing me. “So … intimately.”
So she did hear everything I said.
Damn.
Her hand dives between her legs, underneath her
skirt, and my cock bursts with need. “I believe you, Frank. You said needs were
okay. And I have a lot of needs.”
I lick my lips. “Oh, I can definitely believe
that.”
“And I feel … like I need this.” She rubs
herself while she looks at me. It’s like she’s not even ashamed anymore. And
it’s all my fault. “Like you need
this,” she adds.
I frown, rubbing my lips together because I don’t know what to do or
say. I can’t admit it. But fuck, do I want her badly. However, I’m a preacher.
I shouldn’t even be thinking about this.
“You snooped on me,” I say. “In the chapel. How
much did you hear?”
“Enough.” The left side of her lip tips up into
a smile. “Was that bad?”
For some reason, it makes me wanna smile too.
Guess the cat’s out of the bag. “Maybe.”
“Bad … I like bad,” she murmurs, biting her lip
again while she spreads her legs. “I like it when it’s wrong.”
“Is that why you did this before? In the
bathroom?”
She nods, and her hand dives down her panties.
“I know this is what you want. What you’ve been thinking of all this time … Me,”
she says. “C’mon, say it.”
I shake my head. “You know I can’t. We’re in a
church.”
“No one has to find out …” she whispers,
pressing her fingers to her lips. “It could be our dirty little secret.”
I try to ignore the voice in my head telling me
not to cave in, but it’s already too late. My hand rests atop my dick, and I
start rubbing it through my clothes.
She closes her eyes and leans her head back
against the hard wood, and I take the opportunity to let my eyes glide up and
down her body, enjoying the view. She touches herself so seductively that I immediately find myself
rubbing faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace. I imagine how her body
would look naked. How slick and wet it would be when I brushed my dick along
her lips. I can picture it all, and that makes this all so much more
frightening. Because … if I already gave into
this, there’s no telling what I’ll do next time I see her.
“Fuck …” she murmurs, licking her lips. A soft
moan escapes her mouth, and she adjusts
herself so I can see her even better. My hand dives into my pants because I’m
unable to stop myself any longer.
When she briefly opens her eyes and sees me
jerking off, she purrs, “Do you like this?”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t …” I mutter,
stroking my length. “But it’s wrong, and
you know it.”
“Then why are we doing it?” she asks.
“Because this is our dirty little secret,” I
hiss, feeling the veins in my dick throb with excitement. “And I need to see
just how naughty you can get.”
She grins and slides her panties to the side
with her index finger, showing me her naked pussy. And fuck me, it makes me one
hungry motherfucker. What I wouldn’t give to be able to suck on her clit.
“Is it wrong that we’re doing this?” she asks.
“Because I’m so damn wet right now.”
“Do you even care people are just a few feet
away from us?” I ask.
She shakes her head, grinning even more. “That
only adds to the excitement.”
God, this fucking woman … she sure knows how to make a guy’s heart throb. And his dick too.
At this point, I really don’t care anymore.
Screw the consequences.
Fuck morals.
I’ve thrown every rule out the window.
I rip down my zipper, unbutton my pants, and
pull my dick out of my boxer shorts.
Her eyes widen and immediately focus on my
length; her lips parting as if she’s preparing to receive it.
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