Adrian Errikson - The Preacher's wife

She reached up and put her hand on his cheek, a look of wonder on her face.

"Steve…are you really this wonderful? You know that you can have my body.

Why don't you just take it?" She asked in a husky whisper.

"I've already told you. I won't take anything from you. I want your heart more than I want your body. I-I am sorry, but…I am sure that I've fallen in love with you. I can only hope that maybe you'll feel the same for me someday." He took her hand and kissed her palm. He turned towards the door.

Joanna stepped forward and put her arms around his waist, her body pressed against his back, her head on his shoulder.

"Steve…please stay. I-I need you. And not just today. Oh, please don't make me beg!"

Thirty minutes later Joanna Gee was sobbing through her second orgasm as her naked body bounced up and down on Steve's beautiful prick. His hands continued to wander all over her body, pinching and teasing her nipples, cupping and squeezing her ass.

Unexpectantly, he rolled her over, keeping their bodies connected, sweeping her thighs apart and her legs up on to his shoulders as he began slowly thrusting into her. As he looked down at her, he smiled, saying "I love you,

Joanna. Do you love me?"

She was still recovering from her orgasm, her hips weakly meeting his as the fires within her cunt began burning again. "Oh Steve…Yesssss! I love you.

Oh, keep fucking me!" She mumbled.

Increasing the pace of his fucking, he said "I will darling. I'm going to fuck you over and over from now on. I want to love you. Joanna, I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Steve was rapidly fucking the beautiful woman.

Her heart was full and open and she knew that she loved this man with a desire she had never known before.

"Yessss, Steve, I'll Marry You! ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" And she began cumming again.

He was so overcome, his control deserted him and he began pouring his hot cream into the sucking heated depths of her cunt. "Joanna, you've made me the happiest man alive!", he said as spurt after spurt erupted from his prick to coat the deep recesses of her body.

Joanna and Steve also moved away, to a city in Maine, where they were married and had a wonderful life. She rarely thought of her past life, but knew that she certainly hadn't lived the life of the typical Preacher's Wife!