Page 17 of A Taste of Grace

“Y’all messed over Ms. Denise? That sweet woman in there?” I scrunched my nose up and pointed toward the house. “Y’all are nasty as hell. Yuck, Caleb. Damn.” I held my hands up and backed away. “I’m outta here.”

I turned toward the house to grab my stuff and leave.

“I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars every month you stay with me. I promise I’m good for it.”

I stopped in my tracks. That was more than I got paid in my government job. I wouldn’t have to freelance as much, and I could take time out to actually heal from losing my mother and my job.

“We’re already attracted to each other. My girls need stability. You’re my last hope.”

He wasn’t playing fair by tugging on my heartstrings so hard. I faced him again and stomped my foot.

“Dammit, Caleb. Why are you like this?”

“Like what?” He raised his hands as if he was the most innocent person in the world.

“Charming, a good father, a great pastor, and sexy as hell.”

He stepped toward me and bent down to kiss the tip of my ear.

“You think I’m sexy?”

I tilted my head back and moaned.

“Shut up. You know I do.”

“Why are you so grouchy, Grace?”

“Because you’re making me actually consider this stupid deal.”

“Good.” He moved his lips to the other side of my neck.

“Let me think. Dang.” I pushed him off of me with my hand.

“I need an answer before we go back in the house.”

“Why?”

“Time is of the essence.”

“Is this marriage going to be real? Are you going to whore around with other women and use me as a cover? And babysitter?” I asked the questions with a frown.

“Yes, the marriage will be real. I would never cheat on my wife…that is…you.”

Caleb peered at me with what appeared to be an honest face.

“I mean, are we going to enjoy each other?”

He laughed.

“You will be mine, and I’ll be yours. We will enjoy each other in every sense of the word. You will have access to me in ways no one else ever will.”

“I see.” I bit my bottom lip and stared into the distance. “I don’t want a boring sex life either.”

“Has anything made you think I’d be inadequate in the bedroom?”

“You never know. Everybody screaming big dick energy doesn’t have a big dick. Let me see it.”

I laughed, but Caleb didn’t.

“Come here. Trade places with me.” He reached for my waist and shifted my body so his back was to the house and I stood in front of him, facing his big chest.

He reached for my hand and placed it on the crotch of his track pants.

“You can feel what I’m working with. Explore if you want.” He widened his legs.

Without meeting Caleb’s eyes, I slowly traced my fingers over the front seam of his pants before cupping Caleb’s balls. I massaged his penis until he hissed.

“You’re big and girthy. Your balls are heavy too.”

“And full.”

His penis jumped a little at his admission, shocking me and bringing me back to reality. I removed my hand and returned it to my side.

“I refuse to feel you up in front of your family. As long as you’re not old-fashioned in the bedroom, I’m good.”

“What does old-fashioned mean?”

“Sex in bed in the dark when Hannah and Esther are asleep and vaginal penetration only. Vanilla sex is cool, but I want to know if you think it’s a sin to be adventurous. Do you expect me to play the dutiful wife and lie back during intercourse as you get yours?”

Caleb closed then opened his eyes quickly before giving me a huge smile. He patted my thigh through my dress.

“I’m ready to fulfill any fantasy you can imagine and push you to new limits. Hebrews 13:4 says that the marriage bed is undefiled, so prepare to be sick of me once we’re married. You’ll be satisfied beyond your wildest dreams.”

“So you’re nasty, nasty?”

Caleb leaned toward me and gently kissed the tip of my ear, speaking directly into it.

“I wasn’t always saved, Grace. If my congregation knew how freaky I was, they’d probably kick me out of the pulpit.”

I jerked my head up and met Caleb’s eyes. If I agreed to this, what exactly was I getting into?

“Are you into whips and chains? Do you have a secret dungeon underneath the house, because baby, no grown man is whipping my Black ass without getting punched back.”

Caleb circled my right wrist with his index finger and thumb and pulled my hand back to his crotch, holding it there as he spoke in a steady voice. He placed his other hand over my left nipple and rubbed it back and forth with his thumb. I bit my lip to stay quiet as I became aroused.

“I’m not into all that, but don’t be surprised when I lift your fine ass on the kitchen counter in the middle of the night, pull your panties off with my teeth, finger you until you lose your mind then lick you until you cum.

Then I’m gonna thrust this monster dick in you so deep I’ll have to kiss you and suck on your tongue so you don’t scream my name when I flood you with my seed and our babies arrive nine months later. ”

I sucked in my cheeks and took a big breath, feeling the hardness of Caleb’s shaft against my stomach. I lifted my arms on his shoulders and stared into his dark eyes as he bit his lower lip. Pheromones were heavy between us.

“Since you want to have a potty mouth, Pastor Stallings, what would you do if I lifted my dress and straddled your fine ass right now? I’d rub my hot slit against you so hard you’d cream in your pants.”

Caleb’s breath quickened, and he lifted my chin.

“You like tempting me, so tell you what. When you’re Dr. Grace Stallings, you’d better rock my world so hard I see stars.” Caleb kissed my forehead and embraced me in a bear hug.

“I promise you’ll see the entire solar system when I’m done with you.”