Page 44 of Impacted by Love

My mouth opens and closes while I process the words Pastor Reece hasn't spoken. I begin scrolling my mental Rolodex of the possible candidates Pastor Reece could be engaging with.

"Who is she?"

"To answer your question, I have to pray without ceasing lest I fall into divers temptations where my beloved is concerned. If you're struggling in that area, my advice is to do your best to stay out of situations that could cause you to fall. If that doesn't work and you feel like she's who God has graced for you… marry her and remove Satan's hold on your life."

"Are you gonna marry your lady?" A sneaky grin accompanies my question as an urge to dive deeper into my pastor's personal life takes root within me.

"I guess you're gonna have to wait and see. Now, how are things going? I know we've been touching base about the situation with your parents, but I have a question for you."

Oh goodness. Tingling sprouts in my chest, and I run my hand across my chin before giving Pastor Reece a subtle nod.

"Breathe, Brother Harrison. I'm just wondering if you would be open to seeing a professional."

A burst of air escapes my mouth when the last word is spoken because the inquiry isn't as bad as I had been expecting.

"Honestly, I haven't. Why do you ask?"

"I have someone I'd like you to meet with. She's great at what she does and?—"

"Aw, man. Don't tell me you want me to talk to your lady so you can win some brownie points with her," I say, cutting Pastor Reece off and sitting back in my chair, crossing my right leg over my left.

"Even if it weren't incestuous, I wouldn't use you for bait or brownie points. Trust me, I'm very capable of handling my woman without scheming to give me any advantages with her."

"Oh, you're big Lorenzo, not the little one, huh?" I ask, smirking.

"You better know it," Pastor Reece confirms, letting his spiritual crown momentarily slip.

"I see you, man. Alright, for you, I'll consider meeting with your people."

While I have been dealing with the issues my parents have subjected me to, it can't hurt to have someone else to discuss my mess with. Bonus points for the person being a licensed professional with a personal connection to Pastor Reece.

"Perfect. Here's her card. Let her know I referred you, and if there ever comes a point where you need me during a session, I'm always a call away."

Uncrossing my leg, I lean forward and take the business card from Pastor Reece before reading the woman's name.

Dr. Letitia Baxter, LPC, LPC-S, LCSW, LMFT

380-517-3994

Dang, this woman has a lot of initials behind her name.

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"Fuck!" I groan.

The grip Onesti has on my dick has pre-cum beginning to ooze, and my brain is on the brink of combusting. In a millisecond, Onesti lowers and sucks my dick into her warm mouth. My hands search for something to hold on to before resting on her head. The moisture gathering in Onesti's mouth has a gasp escaping my mouth from the dizzying feeling her ministrations are causing. In all the times I've had sex, I have yet to experience such a gratifying and pleasurable experience from receiving head. Removing my dick from her warm mouth, Onesti licks my hard mushroom head like a blow pop, purring with every swipe of her tongue.

"Just like that," I groan, as she eases my dick in and out of her wet mouth.

The wetness of her tongue while taking measured swipes up and down my shaft has me ready to propose right here and now.

I had plans to give Onesti a massage to show my appreciation for her unwavering support, concern, and love for me, yet my sweet baby clearly had a different plan for tonight because she pounced on me the minute I walked through her front door.

"Sshhiitt." The more she bobs her head in my lap, Onesti's wet mouth has me sounding like a wounded animal.

Sensations and tingling in my toes make it imperative for me to stop this to prevent myself from releasing in her mouth.

"H-on-fuck-Onesti," I stutter while using my hands to remove her mouth from my protesting shaft.

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