Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Mary laid in bed, my hard cock pressed between her ass cheeks and I couldn't get the image of the minx out of my mind. My finger shakily trailed over her pale skin and I feared that she would look into my eyes and see the images of the brown lady I had been thinking about for six days. I cupped her breasts over her ankle length cotton nightie and she moaned, waking up from her slumber.
I was ashamed of myself. I was supposed to be an example to the church but if they could read my mind, they would spit at me. Throw stones at me for the sinful and immoral thoughts, lusting over a church member who looked to be one of the 'bad ones', the negative influences in the church.
Dreams of taking the brown skinned girl under me, thrusting my cock deep into her pussy as she screamed clouded my fantasies and my dreams. Her lips taking every inch of my cock, deep down her throat. Slapping my cock against her cheeks till she had a face-full of cum.
"Sage" she groaned and I felt bad, only a little but I felt like I would spill my cum in my pants. I felt dirty but I prayed for forgiveness, it seemed like all I had been doing for the past six days since I set my eyes on her.
I pulled my cock out of my pants and rubbed the pre-cum all over my throbbing shaft. It almost hurt to touch myself. It was hard, pun intended.
"Fuck" I spat in impatience.
"I'm tired, Sage. We have to go to church in the morning. This isn't the time" she grumbled and probably went back to sleep. My index finger prodded the tight knot of her asshole and she moaned lightly.
Breathing heavily, I pressed my finger against her clit and was almost discouraged by the lack of wetness but I pressed my cock to her barely tight pussy. She squealed and pulled away.
"What the fuck, Sage! I said I was fucking tired, okay? My vagina hurts already, do you want to fuck me till I bleed? I'm not a coital toy!" she stood up, red faced and grabbed the sheets, walking out of the room. I groaned and stared at the almost-purple tip of cock.
"Jesus, help me" I muttered and pushed myself out of bed, making my way to the bathroom for a long cold bath.
I sat behind the altar with several other ministers and men and women of God. The guest speaker, a seventy year old deacon was giving a sermon and I had barely heard what he was saying. My eyes had found the angel who had been on my mind the entire week. Her scarf was put into an unconventional style and today, she wore a white dress with bright yellow flowers on it paired with a long jean jacket. I noticed her she had replaced her nose ring for a small shiny stud.
She had barely glanced at up the entire service, probably tapping away on her phone. I scoffed in annoyance at the thought. Youths couldn't even help themselves when it came to gadgets and electronics these days.
I silently hoped that she looked up at me but she didn't. No, she didn't. She didn't spare me a glance and for the first time in my life, I felt insecure. In forty five years of my life, I had no reason to feel insecure because God always gave me everything I needed but now?
"In the end, family is all that matters" Deacon Sheppard coughed in a frail voice and my eyes moved to Mary whose eyes sent a silent plea for the events of last night. I would be lying if I said I wasn't pissed. I was irritated and embarrassed.
Believe me, I would have understood if she had refused to let me make love to her. She had always complained about my stamina but she had been getting pretty vulgar nowadays. Yelling and screaming at me whenever I tried to make love to her like I was some strange man or rapist.
I looked away from her and back to the being of my fascination. My lips parted when I felt her eyes met mine. The way she looked at me made me feel like the vessel of a demon's possession. I didn't know how much time had passed.
Maybe minutes? Seconds? An hour?
The minute her full pouty and glistening lips tugged up at the corners, it felt like I had a stake in my heart. I gulped and attempted to give her an innocent smile.
I hoped my expression didn't show my dirty and ungodly thoughts. My heart began to race a million miles in my chest while I wondered why. I wasn't cheating. I would never cheat on my own wife. Never. Especially not with a girl who looked like some spoilt teenager.
A spoilt teenager who looked like she was crafted by God. Like God took his sweet time molding her sweet curved and mixing her brown skin with gold.
'Wonder how many beads are sitting on her waist?' I snapped out of my thoughts immediately the question hit me.
"Ten, maybe?" I blurted out after a few minutes of thinking about it and shook my head.
"Stop it, Sage." I whispered and looked away from the congregation.
In two hours of partial concentration, the church service ended. People hugged and shook hands with me. My eyes unconsciously searched for the strange girl until someone ran into me. My eyes widened and I held her before she hit the ground. Her dark brown eyes were wide with surprise and her eyes left my neck to settle on my face.
She looked even better up close, I had to admit. Her face was –in my opinion– caked in makeup because my wife simply stuck with lipsticks and powders, but it was hardly obvious and I was a little suspicious about the length of her eyelashes. There was a small shiny stud sitting on her nose.
I didn't believe in the existence of other 'gods' but she looked like she was out of this world, or maybe the one being God created on the day he should have been resting.
"Could you let go?" her voice was melodious. I was tempted to ask her why she hadn't joined the church choir. Her waist was small and I could feel the balls of beads sitting on her waist. She snapped her fingers in my face and I let go of her like she burned me. She did, but not physically. I caught sight of her long mustard nails and licked my lips, images of her finger wrapped around my cock make my cock grow harder under my grey suit pants.
"I uh…I apologize, Ms…?" I gulped, looking down at her. She barely reached my chest even with the heels she put on. Her hips flared out under that dress and the unzipped area at the front of her dress showed her cleavage. For the very first time in a long time, I didn't have to try too hard to get my dick hard.
"Orisha…or just Risha" she shook my outstretched hands and I smiled. Her palm was small and her brown skin was just beautiful. Her eyes were almost feline and her nose resembled a small button. So small and blessed by the Lord in all of the right places. She had a heavy accent. One that was turning the wheels in my head. I wasn't so sure but she had a light French accent with a heavy African accent but her English was very fluent.
A goddess.
"Sage. Pastor Sage Haven" I bit the corner of my lips and she flashed me a mind-blowing smile. My lips parted seeing as I was at a loss for words.
"Sage. Pastor Sage" she hummed and I licked my lips at how great the words sounded from her lips. Reality hit me again and just as I was about to take a few steps away from her, a familiar scent wrapped around me.
"Dear, I have been searching for you. Oh hello there" Mary sang sweetly and I gulped, suddenly feeling ashamed of myself. I looked up at Risha and she raised a brow with a smile still playing on those devil-sent lips.
"Mary, meet Orisha and Orish-"
"Risha" she corrected and I nodded, glancing at Mary who was giving her a look. I combed a finger through my hair and remembered that it was in a bun already.
"Meet my wife, Mary Haven" Risha held her hand out to shake Mary and my wife plastered a smile on my face, shaking the hand of my temptation.
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