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Authors: Gracen Miller
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Maxwell a blowjob. High-pitched, continuous noises of whimpers and moans came from Momma.
Not moans of pain, but…gratification.
Bile rose to the back of her throat and Madison choked it down. She dropped her chips and tea, barely noting the sharp tinny sound of glass shattering on hardwood.
The Deacons ignored her obvious presence, their eyes glazed with stark undisturbed pleasure, as if entranced. But Momma released Deacon Maxwell’s…uh…um… privates long enough to turn and face her. Madison expected panic and desperate entreaties not to tell Daddy of her fornication. Instead, Momma offered up a scandalous smile and went back down on Deacon Maxwell.
Madison fled down the stairs at a dead run. What would happen when Daddy discovered Momma’s adultery? At the very least, heated screams and rants of godly retribution. The things he accused Madison of and punished her for didn’t compare to Momma’s sin. And she couldn’t believe he’d be able to force Momma to her knees and make her pray as he did her. Regardless of the magnitude of Momma’s very real sin.
Divorce might be on the menu. Even though he didn’t believe in the nasty “D” word, said it was born of the other “D” word—the devil—Momma’s indiscretion might alter his attitude.
She wrenched the front door open, tripped and almost fell down the four stairs to the walkway before catching her footing with a hand on the railing. Her one goal was to get away from Momma’s wicked ways. She couldn’t be there when her mother exited that bedroom with her Daddy’s deacons.
I’ll eventually have to look her in the eye. What will Momma say to me? What will I say to Momma ? No way could she pretend everything was normal!
Madison’s pace didn’t lag as she sprinted down the street toward the local park. Pedestrians gawked at her as she swerved around them. Not until she slammed into the pay phone, panting and gasping, did she realize silent tears ran down her cheeks.
She yanked the phone off the receiver, dug coins out of the bottom of her purse and shoved them into the slot. She dialed the number she’d memorized and rapped her forehead against the pay phone as she waited for the call to connect.
“Hello,” Micah’s deep, sensual voice said smoothly into her ear.
At the sound of his voice, she burst into tears, unable to get a single syllable out.
His voice turned deadly. Dark and gruff. She could believe he intended harm to someone. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” she gasped out. “No,” she reiterated to assure herself, as she swiped at the tears.
“Are you presently in danger?”
What an odd question, this wasn’t 007 territory. She shook her head until she realized he couldn’t see her. “No.”
“Tell me where you are.”
Life Lesson Fourteen
They would suffer. Woe to the individual that made his Madison bawl like she’d lost her world. Micah shut off his cell phone with quiet fury and executed an illegal U-turn on Jefferson Street. Oncoming traffic blew horns. He ignored the irate blares, and gunned his Porsche.
A swift parking job left him straddling two parking spots. He leapt from the vehicle and slammed the door behind him, barely restraining the rage boiling inside him. Barely restraining the urge to sprint across the park to her.
Madison indicated she’d meet him near the water fountain at the center of the recreational area. Quickening his pace, he cast his gaze about, taking note of those strolling in the vicinity.
The moment he topped the small hill, Madison was flung into his view. She sat on the concrete bench that edged the fountain. Her shoulders were slumped forward, her elbows on her knees and her face hidden behind her palms.
Wrath itched beneath his skin like a million stinging wasps. Curling his fists at his sides, he again promised retribution to whoever had caused her distress. He took a moment to relax his taut muscles. Going to her angry wouldn’t help either of them.
Seeing her so
Not moans of pain, but…gratification.
Bile rose to the back of her throat and Madison choked it down. She dropped her chips and tea, barely noting the sharp tinny sound of glass shattering on hardwood.
The Deacons ignored her obvious presence, their eyes glazed with stark undisturbed pleasure, as if entranced. But Momma released Deacon Maxwell’s…uh…um… privates long enough to turn and face her. Madison expected panic and desperate entreaties not to tell Daddy of her fornication. Instead, Momma offered up a scandalous smile and went back down on Deacon Maxwell.
Madison fled down the stairs at a dead run. What would happen when Daddy discovered Momma’s adultery? At the very least, heated screams and rants of godly retribution. The things he accused Madison of and punished her for didn’t compare to Momma’s sin. And she couldn’t believe he’d be able to force Momma to her knees and make her pray as he did her. Regardless of the magnitude of Momma’s very real sin.
Divorce might be on the menu. Even though he didn’t believe in the nasty “D” word, said it was born of the other “D” word—the devil—Momma’s indiscretion might alter his attitude.
She wrenched the front door open, tripped and almost fell down the four stairs to the walkway before catching her footing with a hand on the railing. Her one goal was to get away from Momma’s wicked ways. She couldn’t be there when her mother exited that bedroom with her Daddy’s deacons.
I’ll eventually have to look her in the eye. What will Momma say to me? What will I say to Momma ? No way could she pretend everything was normal!
Madison’s pace didn’t lag as she sprinted down the street toward the local park. Pedestrians gawked at her as she swerved around them. Not until she slammed into the pay phone, panting and gasping, did she realize silent tears ran down her cheeks.
She yanked the phone off the receiver, dug coins out of the bottom of her purse and shoved them into the slot. She dialed the number she’d memorized and rapped her forehead against the pay phone as she waited for the call to connect.
“Hello,” Micah’s deep, sensual voice said smoothly into her ear.
At the sound of his voice, she burst into tears, unable to get a single syllable out.
His voice turned deadly. Dark and gruff. She could believe he intended harm to someone. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” she gasped out. “No,” she reiterated to assure herself, as she swiped at the tears.
“Are you presently in danger?”
What an odd question, this wasn’t 007 territory. She shook her head until she realized he couldn’t see her. “No.”
“Tell me where you are.”
Life Lesson Fourteen
They would suffer. Woe to the individual that made his Madison bawl like she’d lost her world. Micah shut off his cell phone with quiet fury and executed an illegal U-turn on Jefferson Street. Oncoming traffic blew horns. He ignored the irate blares, and gunned his Porsche.
A swift parking job left him straddling two parking spots. He leapt from the vehicle and slammed the door behind him, barely restraining the rage boiling inside him. Barely restraining the urge to sprint across the park to her.
Madison indicated she’d meet him near the water fountain at the center of the recreational area. Quickening his pace, he cast his gaze about, taking note of those strolling in the vicinity.
The moment he topped the small hill, Madison was flung into his view. She sat on the concrete bench that edged the fountain. Her shoulders were slumped forward, her elbows on her knees and her face hidden behind her palms.
Wrath itched beneath his skin like a million stinging wasps. Curling his fists at his sides, he again promised retribution to whoever had caused her distress. He took a moment to relax his taut muscles. Going to her angry wouldn’t help either of them.
Seeing her so
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