Reluctantly Deflowered by Pastor Graham (5 page)

“I-it's hard,” I said. “I even saved myself
for him.” I don't know what prompted me to say that, but there it
was.

“Listen to yourself,” he said, a sudden bite
in his voice. His hand tightened down on my wrist. “Stop whining.
Saving yourself? I already know what your problem is, little
girl.”

I tried to pull my hand away, but he wasn't
letting go. “What's that?” I said, the pain fleeing from my mind in
the face of fear and anger.

“I'll show you.” He reached down and
unzipped his fly.

I was shocked. “Doctor Thorne, what do you
think you're doing?” I asked, still trying to scramble away from
him. His hand was firmly attached to my forearm, though, and all I
succeeded in doing was tearing the paper cover from the table.

“Giving you what you need,” he said. He
fished out his cock. It was semi-hard and seemed to be growing
before my eyes. I stared at it, repulsed and turned on at the same
time. I'd felt Roger's before, through his pants, but it wasn't
anything like Doctor Thorne's dick.

“
No,” I said, but the tide was turning inside
of my mind. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to suck. Just like Kimmie
did to that bastard.

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