Preacher's Daughter - Flora Ferrari Page 0,4
as it slips around I know I’m done for yet again.
I groan loudly, not even caring anymore as I start to work my cock frantically, needing to get some relief as I realize how helpless I am at the sight of her naked like this.
I want to hold it, I really do. I’m trying.
I see her own hand slide through between her legs, all soapy as she makes a few passes over her sex, cleaning herself.
I hear a rumble of thunder and some lightning flashes right overhead.
It mutes some of my animal cries as I feel the come rising up my shaft as my balls clench, as I-
“Ah! Ooooh! Agggh!”
…As I fall out of the tree right before I climax, landing on my back, my dick still twitching in my hand as the weather breaks instead, showering me with warm rain in huge drops as the sky lights up and the deep rumble of thunder continues as night finally takes the sky.
Chapter Three
Faith
I sleep late, late for me anyway, and even through the storm overnight which I can smell before I even open my eyes. I shiver a little too, the air’s cooler, and I’m all tangled up in my sheets.
My hand somehow stuck down between my legs too.
I remember Dad leaving, opening the windows. But after that everything is a little bit like a dream, the dream I feel like I’m still in when I think about the feeling that’s come over me.
I skipped dinner too, nothing new there but I wonder if that’s what’s made me so spacey?
No, it was definitely something in the air before that storm hit. Something that made me feel more than just ‘spacey’.
The chime of the doorbell jolts me wide awake, last night’s abandonment and fantasy suddenly replaced with real-life anxiety.
Everything my Dad said about drifters and needing to keep the place locked up comes flooding back to me.
But so does what he said about the Air-con repair guy making an appearance.
The bell chimes again, and I puff air out of my cheeks, almost falling over as I try to get out of bed, tangled up still in the damned sheet.
I find my Japanese silk robe but opt for making whoever it is wait while I slip on my T-shirt and track pants, easing into slippers as I get to the top of the stairs.
But the outline of the man I see through the glass of the front door makes me stop dead in my tracks.
I hear myself trying to gulp, but the raspiness of my tongue against a dry mouth is all I’m getting.
I can’t even make out the outline of his head, not until he takes a step back.
He’s freakin’ huge.
About fantasy man size, I’d say.
His V-shape fills the whole doorway, which is solid frosted glass but I can make him out just fine so far.
I feel my breath shiver as I start to go down the stairs, that feeling from last night getting stronger with each step until my knees are practically knocking by the time I get to the door.
I sense him seeing my own shape through the glass, also sure I hear a low sound, like an animal.
Maybe the guy takes his dog to work?
I should ask who it is, I should do a ton of things but my hand once again has a life of its own. Betraying all my sensibilities by yanking the door open.
Ripping my present open the night before Christmas…
I study his obvious pant bulge through thick denim jeans first, then my eyes move up, taking in his thick muscular frame which is straining against a blue T-shirt that makes my eyes cross trying to take all of him in at once.
I hear myself gasp aloud, almost whimpering before I can lift my head enough to see his face.
A heavy, tanned, and chiseled jaw has a dusting of stubble which shifts like dark sand as he opens his mouth to say something.
My eyes move to his, it’s the same dark eyes I saw in my fantasy. The same shaggy thick, dark hair that has-
“You have leaves in your hair,” I remark, narrowing my eyes and even standing on tippy toes just to be sure.
Yep. We have those out back.
Without breaking eye contact, he reached up and pulls a twig with some leaves from his hair, tossing it behind him.
“Better?” he asks, his voice making my legs go soft again, it’s so deep. So rich, like the light in his eyes it makes me want