After a frenzied night of lovemaking, Missy should have woken in a state of beatitude. Instead, she felt bitterly disappointed in herself. After capturing her imagination, this man, whom she barely knew, seized her heart and she'd succumbed to his wiles. Inexorably, her gaze went to him. He was so handsome, and charming, and mesmerizing that he beguiled her into having sex with him less than twenty-four hours after meeting him.
She’d cheated on her fiancé of two years with a virtual stranger. She hated herself. She hated the weakness of her flesh. This man seemed to be everything she wanted, but intrinsically, she knew he wasn’t good for her.
Dear Lord God, It is I, your devoted servant, Missy Riverton. I need your help. Share your powerful strength and wisdom with me. Help me fight off Jamie Lee Vincent’s charms. Give me the vision to see into his heart, which I suspect is deceptive. Bestow wisdom upon me so I can make proper judgments. And most of all forgive me for my lapse of Christian morals and fornicating with this man. Thank you, Jesus. I know you won’t let me dow—.
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Opening his eyes, Jamie Lee beheld Missy’s gorgeous naked body and beautiful profile. So it wasn’t a dream. It seemed almost too good to be true. With her long blonde hair and baby blues, she looked like a real life Barbie Doll and he fucked the hell out of her. She is, without a doubt, my greatest conquest. With closed eyes, she mumbled something. Could it be a prayer? Does she really buy that Jesus crap her daddy spouts? Immaculate conception, resurrection, burn in hell. Only the gullible, brainwashed and feeble-minded could truly believe. How many so-called believers pretended to believe, for economical or social reasons? Millions and millions he’d bet. Hypocrites!
He wondered what she prayed for. He snickered mentally. Probably praying for him to wake up and fuck her some more. He certainly felt hard enough.
I’m hard and I want me some Missy pussy. He reached over and ran his finger along her clit. She jumped as if she’d received an electric shock. She jumped out of bed and, standing there, naked as a newborn, frowned and wagged a finger at him.
“Don’t touch me. Last night didn’t happen. Understand?”
He frowned. “Well, if last night didn’t happen, how come I’m in your bed, harder than a rock, and you’re buck naked?”
She set her legs about thirty inches apart and rested her hands on her hips. God, she looks good. “You’re not listening. Last night should not have happened, therefore, it didn’t happen. It was your imagination. Now, I think you should leave.”
This shocked him. He had this girl locked up and now she ordered him to leave. Don’t lose your temper. Use the charm. He chuckled, “You know, I’m not proud of it, but I’ve had a few one night stands, however, I swear to God, I never thought I would be a one night stand.”
Her harsh façade softened a little. “You’re not a one night stand.”
“No, what am I, a stud on loan? How many climaxes did you have last night? Five?”
“I had six, but since last night didn’t happen, I had no climaxes and by extension you couldn’t be a one night stand.