Pastor Quetzel has an incredibly strong
sex drive, and it takes a lot to satisfy him. But his normal sex partner isn’t at the religious retreat, and he’s going absolutely crazy! How can he survive an entire week without having sex at least two or three dozen times? Then he realizes
sexy Aziza may be the answer to all his prayers. Has the perpetually horny
preacher finally met his sexual match?
PG Excerpt ~~~~~
In one corner of the spacious
cavern, thick pillows circled a low table. Two long-stemmed wine glasses had already been laid out, and a bottle of expensive wine was breathing nearby.
Where the back wall curved into a natural alcove, he’d painstakingly hauled up a queen-sized bed and assembled it. Satiny sheets glistened in the flickering
light. A thick down-filled quilt was turned down invitingly.
Aziza gulped hard. “It looks like
a…” Then she carefully changed what she’d been about to say. “You sleep here?”
she asked instead, and her voice emerged husky.
He’d have given his next ten orgasms to know what she’d been about to say. “Sometimes,” he said casually.
“Other times I come up here during the day and read books. Would you like a glass
of wine?” He gestured courteously at the low table, then led her over to it.
“I’m not allowed to drink.” She looked almost afraid, as if refusing his offer was worthy of punishment.
“All right.” He didn’t push her;
instead he simply settled onto his cushion and poured two glasses. “Tell me about your grandfather’s customs, then. Is it true
women are forbidden to show their faces in public?”
The sparkle left her dark eyes.
“Yes, it’s still true in many places. And we can still be stoned for disobeying
any man who commands us to do…anything. Even a woman’s fiancé isn’t supposed to
see her face before the wedding ceremony.”
“Or anything else, I presume.” Disgust
colored Miguel’s deep voice. “How is he supposed to know whether he’s marrying
a pretty girl or an ugly hag?”
She giggled suddenly. “Oh, there are ways,” she admitted with an impish little grin. “The veil is very easy to remove. Girls
practice in their rooms so they can tease their betrothed with a quick glimpse
without getting caught. It’s one of the ways a woman can let a man know she welcomes his interest.”
“Really!” Fascinated, he nudged
her glass a little closer. “How else can she show
“Well…” She hesitated a moment. Men were never supposed to know such things. But then again, Pastor Q wasn’t like
other men. Right from the beginning, he’d intrigued her. She knew American
girls rarely found older men attractive, but every time she saw him, her skin
tingled. And every time he smiled at her or touched her, slick wetness glided
between her thighs and she felt so empty and aching inside!
If she’d had a veil, she’d have
gladly flashed him with it. But she had no veil, and the ways American girls
flirted were still a mystery to her. How could she show this strong, virile man
she ached to feel his big hands on her body, teaching her untold delights?
She could start by answering his questions, she decided. And if it pleased him, she’d drink the forbidden wine
he’d poured her. What could it really hurt? They were all alone here…her pulse
quickened even more at the exciting realization…and no one would ever know.
Had the huge bulge in his pants
been for her? She’d longed to touch it, and see if it was really as big as it
had looked. Surely it couldn’t be! How could any man really have a…
Even in the privacy of her own mind, she couldn’t use the raunchy word she’d heard some of the girls say.
No, surely it couldn’t be that
big! It would tear a girl apart when he…
She grabbed her glass and drank deeply to hide the fiery blush that warmed her cheeks.