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354 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 18, 2015
“Whatever happens after this, I just want you to know that this was worth it. You were worth it. You were worth everything.”
"Don’t jump her bones. Don’t fantasize about fucking her tits. Be a good priest."
"Her eyelashes made me hard. That was a new benchmark for me, I had to admit."
"But mostly I was so fucking hard I couldn’t think straight."
"The last time, when we talked, I got so hot talking to you. I thought if it happened again today, it would be easier if I didn’t wear panties. To…take care of it. And it was easier.”
“I wanted to be fucked, fucked and used. I wanted to be filled with someone’s dick, I wanted to have fingers in my mouth and in my cunt. In my ass.” She took a breath."
"I was supposed to be a shepherd of the flock, not the wolf. Not the wolf who had woken up this morning grinding his hips into the mattress because he’d had a very intense dream with Poppy and her carnal sins in a starring role."
"I wanted to marry this woman or collar her or cage her; I wanted to own her, make her, take her; I wanted us on this old carpet forever, with her hair coming undone and her nipples hard and her naughty pussy milking my dick for everything it was worth."
"(Plus there was the distracting fact that the last time I saw her, I’d ended up jizzing all over my desk.)"
I stopped seeing a penitent.
I stopped seeing a child of God.
I stopped seeing a lost lamb in need of a shepherd.
I saw only a woman in need- ripe, delicious need.
I was sorry that I hadn't controlled my desire long enough to step into a cold shower or go for a run or any of the other tricks I'd learned over the past three years to stifle my urges.
Mostly...
Mostly, I'm sorry that I'm not sorry.
Dammit, I wasn't sorry at all.
....our eyes locked and we surged past every barrier- stranger and stranger, priest and penitent, Tyler and Poppy. We were simply male and female, as God had made us, Adam and Eve, in the most elemental and fundamental form. We were biology, we were creation incarnate...
Sacred and profane were blending and blurring together, fusing and welding themselves into something new and whole and singular, and if this was what love was, then I didn't know how anyone could bear the weight of it.
"But it wasn't the same, getting myself off," she said. "I wanted to be fucked and used. I wanted to be filled with someone's dick, I wanted to have fingers in my mouth and in my cunt. In my ass."
And before I could stop myself, I thought, I want my dick in that mouth.
After dinner, Sean and Aidan whipped my ass at the latest Call of Duty while Rayan texted the latest girl on his phone(...).
"I just didn't peg you for a Britney Spears fan," she said(...)***
(...) I turned up the Britney Spears as loud as the speakers would go,(...)