“Am I forgiven now, Elder Jessop? Am I restored to the good graces of the church?”
He chuckles before leaning forward to kiss my shoulder again.
“We’ll see, Renee. Maybe after a second round, I’ll be able to say with certainty.”
I shudder with mock-outrage because my lover just pushed deep and hard into my bottom again, making a soft grunt erupt from my throat. Is this man serious? Yet, as the handsome alpha male begins thrusting once more into my rear end, I know that Bridge Jessop is taking what he wants, and that I’m going to give it to him too.
5
Bridge
Aweek has passed since Renee took on the Mormon Challenge, and the truth is that we’ve hardly spent any time apart since then. Of course, it’s all on the downlow. We both work during the day, but then come five p.m., Renee arrives for dinner before we repair for hours of filthy, raw sex in my bedroom. Yeah, I had no idea that a woman as innocent as Renee could be so nasty and imaginative because I thought most Sanctuary girls were pretty repressed. We kind of beat it into them by forcing them to take Promise vows, but evidently, you can have a naughty mind even if you’ve technically never been touched by a man.
I chuckle as I button up my shirt. Hell, this woman practically has me on my hands and knees, and that’s new for an alpha male like me. Usually, I’m the one who calls the shots, but this little filly is so fucking filthy that I’ve done things I’d never thought I’d do. Take for example tasting my own seed. I never thought it’d happen, but after Renee asked me to lick her bottom after a heavy bout of anal sex, I relented. It was crazy. I licked her clean, tasting my own virility, and to be honest, I enjoyed it. Male come isn’t ever going to be my drink of choice, but if I’m sucking it out of my woman’s bottom, then I suppose I can handle it.
A sense of anticipation fills my muscular form as I check myself out in the mirror. I look good, with my black hair brushed back, eyes a piercing blue, and harsh features bronzed and masculine. Great, because tonight, instead of cooking at home, I’m taking Renee out on a proper date. She deserves it, especially after what she’s let me do to her body.
With my shirt buttoned and tucked into my slacks, I grab a blazer from the closet and stride to the front door. The place we’re going tonight is on the fancier side, and I want to show the curvy girl that she’s worth it. Within ten minutes, I’ve pulled up to Renee’s apartment complex. It’s just a small, low-slung building, with a number of doors on the side. It looks like each apartment has a tiny garden, but really, there’s nothing special about this set-up.
But it doesn’t matter. Heart racing with anticipation, I walk up to Renee’s apartment and knock.
“Just a second!” a sweet voice mewls.
Less than a minute later, Renee opens the door while still fastening a pearl earring to her lobe.
“Sorry, I’m almost ready.”
I lean in for a kiss, jiggling one big breast while I’m at it. She yips but then smiles at me.
“No rush, sweetheart. Our reservation isn’t for a half hour.”
“Oh, good. Come on in. It’s not much, but it’s home.”
I stride in and look around the apartment. Holy shit, this place is small. My head almost touches the ceiling, and the square footage can’t be more than five hundred feet. Yet, the apartment looks nice because Renee’s decorated with colorful furniture, poster prints on the walls, and a big shag rug on the ground.
“This is comfy, sweetheart. I like the zebra-print on the rug.”
She giggles. “I don’t have priceless collectibles like you, but I’ve done my best. Now let me just grab my purse and we can go.”
Then, she trots down the narrow hallway, disappearing into a bedroom before reappearing with a purse in her hand.
“Okay, I’m ready!” she smiles. Holy cow, this woman is beautiful. She’s wearing a flowing, floral dress with strategically placed cutouts that emphasize the heaviness of her breasts and her narrow waist. Heeled espadrilles show off long, toned legs, and as always, her brown curls trail down her back in a gorgeous mess.
“You look beautiful honey,” I rasp, staring at her full figure. “I have half a mind to cancel our plans and just stay here for the night.”
She giggles while blushing.
“Oh no, Bridge. You said you were taking me out, and I’m holding you to your promise. Come on,” she mewls with a smile while slipping a hand through my elbow. My body already rigid, we exit the apartment, and soon we’re in my truck on the way to the restaurant.
“So my parents are coming to visit Vegas later this year,” Renee mentions conversationally.
“Really?” I ask, one eyebrow raised. “What’s the big occasion?”
“Nothing really,” she giggles. “I just haven’t seen them in a long time, that’s all. I’ve gone home to Idaho a few times since moving here last year, but I’m excited to show them where I live now. I think they’ll be pleased, especially because I’m going to bring them to a service at Sanctuary.”
I nod with approval.
“I hope I can meet them when they arrive.”