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“What a clever little Mama. I love you so much.”

How could he love me likethis? How could he love me thismuch?

It was overwhelming.

He rolled my shirt up, pulled my bra down and licked around my nipple, my body instantly pulsing with desire as he set his cock at my entrance.

I was wet and sore, achy and throbbing, but my body was tensed in anticipation, and my head fell back as his cock split my cunt lips and he began to press in, holding me so tight my hips blossomed a bruise under his domineering grip.

My nipples stung, breasts ached, the ache and swell growing and growing, making me moan in pain, and then there was a glorioustugas my milk let down into his waiting mouth, and he pulled me all the way down until my sore ass hit his waiting thighs, but I was already grinding, groaning at the size, the weight of him, loving the pressure building in my belly, and for the first time that inner voice sayingthis is wanton and whorishdidn’t hurt me, I only ground harder and more slutty on my husband’s cock.

CHAPTER 13

Gracie

It was a bright morning again when my husband and I went back to worship the Eye of Nimhe.

Although it was still early on in my pregnancy, if I dropped my hands to my belly, I’d feel a tiny little baby bump.

Sometimes it didn’t feel real, but when my husband’s hands gentled cradled my belly, trying to see if he could feel the baby kick, even though I’d told him a million times it was way too early for that, joy curled in my spine, just waiting for me to let it free.

I had no option, I reminded myself sternly, when it seemed like I was taking too much pleasure in my growing bump, the fact that my stepbrother’s baby swelled my belly.

Because the Eye saw all. The Eye saw my secret wantonness.

And for once I didn’t care.

“Mom and Dad didn’t answer the phone,” I said as we rode over the soft green hills to the church. “I don’t know if they’re coming to church or not.”

“Perhaps they took advantage of my suggestion to leave town for a while,” Saul said mildly.

I said nothing. Maybe after a few years I’d feel differently. Right now I didn’t feel very forgiving.

My hand was tightly trapped in my husband’s as he stepped up first for the inspection of the Eye.

I’d never been there this early, because the virgins all had separate inspections, and I was astonished to see that inspections were necessary for those who felt moved by the Eye to give the sermon today.

The huge arms of the Eye detached, but this time when they swirled around a body they went right down to my husband’s crotch, the arms extending gleaming metallic measuring sticks.

Oh my god

What were they doing?

After a few moments, the machine rattled out a number.

I almost blacked out at the inches the tinny robotic view repeated.

No wonder I was so sore there today. And every day.

Mycunt.

I had been taught sex was our duty as women. Pastor Mickelson said sex was to be given to men to keep them from sinning.

But Saul was getting lots of sex and he wasjust as wicked as ever.

I didn’t understand it, but perhaps my husband was so sunk in depravity that the ordinary rules did not apply to him.

Or. . . it was bullshit.

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