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thedroneranger · 2 years ago

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I’m gonna need a little more than a confession and a few hail marys…

Summary: When your pastor wishes to practice fulfilling his God-given responsibilities, you're more than happy to oblige.

Warning: Strong breeding kink. Language, preacher!Rhett, female reader, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), creampies. I'd like to give my NSA agent a formal apology.

The praise got old after a while, the words all the same. He smiled and nodded as he made his way towards the back of the church, past the throngs of people. Their compliments washed over him. He had heard them all before.

Beautiful sermon. So lovely. What a fresh take. What a way to take it back to tradition.

He used to cling to every comment when he first began as the church's preacher. Hung to their every word.

But now he had something more important. Something better than the congregation's words. Something that he believed rivaled heaven.

You.

As he walked down the hallway of his church, the voices of adults faded away and were replaced with that of young children.

Some say it was a miracle how quickly you had been able to grow the children’s ministry. Rhett knew it was because once you set your mind to something, you were determined to get it done.

Like how you were determined to start a new life. Determined to put your past behind you. Determined to spend more time with him.

Not that Rhett minded. He had already been thinking of ways he could get you involved, get to know you better, get to spend more time with you. He saw your potential, ever since he first met you at that church picnic.

You were much like him. A good soul that had been led astray by wayward circumstances, desperately trying to get back to salvation.

Which was why Rhett did everything he could to make you feel welcomed, to find a place for you.

The clergy had been talking for years about expanding the Children's Ministry; expanding beyond a nursery, turning it into a place where all children could learn the valuable words of the Lord, where families could become a part of a welcoming community.

Then you came along. It didn't strike Rhett as odd that you were working at the local diner, despite having gone to school for teaching. It wasn't his place to judge, after all, everyone had their reasons.

Just like he had his for leaving Wabang.

Rhett was convinced. Convinced that you were the answers to his prayers. That God had led you to him.

You were much like him. You wanted to do good, to repent for your past sins.

When he offered his help, you accepted graciously. After all, the program had to be blessed by the lead pastor.

And soon, you were blessed by Rhett. In his office, bent over his desk. Over the front pew, right before his sermon. In his home, as he sat in his leather chair, while you were on your knees. In your home, your back against the bed while Rhett's mouth whispered words of praise against your cunt.

Reverend Abbott had many blessings to bestow onto you.

But the biggest blessing Rhett wanted to give you- his last name- had to wait. As a preacher, he could get married. However, that didn't stop him from having to navigate the bullshit of church politics. That people felt strongly over who should be the wife of their preacher; after all, she would become the face of the church.

You were willing to work your way up. Not that gaining the good graces of the congregation was hard. Everyone loved how you had dedicated yourself to creating the Sunday School program, how you took the time to get to know families, earning their trust when it came to looking after their children.

Normally you would be leading the Sunday school session for the early school age children. But today you were in the nursery. A new couple was hesitant about leaving their first child alone, so to soothe their nerves you promised to be in the room.

Rhett beamed with pride when he saw how relaxed the couple was after hearing you'd be there. Though his mood had dampened when he realized the only way he could show it in public was a simple squeeze of your shoulder.

He wouldn’t have to do that much longer. Rhett had started receiving knowing glances when you were mentioned. Folks had begun coming up to him, telling him how good you had been for the church.

The ball was rolling. Soon Rhett wouldn't have to sneak around and instead could kiss you whenever he wanted, instead of behind closed doors.

Rhett was incredibly thankful, as the sight in front of him nearly brought him to his knees.

Through the door window, he saw you in the nursery, wearing the same yellow gingham dress you wore to the church picnic where he first met you. In your arms was a baby you were rocking back and forth.

You looked like a natural, like it was what you were always meant to do. You confided in Rhett that you did enjoy the times you got to go to the nursery, to spend time with the youngest.

Rhett could see your mouth moving, a bright smile on your face as you spoke to the infant. You gently placed them in the nearby crib, rocking it to ensure the infant fell asleep.

He watched as a toddler waddled up to you, pulling on the long skirt of your dress. You didn't mind, picking up the little tyke and resting him on your hip.

Rhett gripped the door knob, trying to ground himself while all the blood in his body went straight to his cock. He tried to think of holy things, he really did.

But the thought of you surrounded by children-his children, with your stomach round and full with his baby, refused to leave his mind.

Perhaps it was a sign from God that he needed to explore.

First, he needed to get you out of here and into a room alone with him.

"Miss Fabre?" You had gotten better about responding to your 'name'. Soon you would have a new last name- Rhett's. One that was actually yours, one that would represent new beginnings.

It's what you deserved, after all your hardships. Rhett wasn't sure why someone like you had been given so many challenges. You didn't deserve to have to look over your shoulder, worried a remnant of the life you tried so hard to escape would show up. You still did, despite watching Rhett ensure your ghosts were laid to rest.

You looked up, a sweet smile overtaking your face at the sight of him.

He swore his knees nearly went weak.

"How's our newest member of the congregation?" Rhett motioned to the crib you were nearby.

"She's doing well!" You put the little toddler down, who was more than happy to scurry off and investigate the painting activity.

"She was a little fussy at first, but settled right in." Rhett joined you by the crib, admiring how you looked down at the little one with such bright eyes and a smile nothing short of radiant.

"That's because she had you," His voice was low in your ear. A shiver went down your spine when you felt his large hand squeeze your shoulder.

"You're a natural at this, y'know that?" You could only nod, too busy focusing on the butterflies in your stomach.

"Think one day you'll want your own?" Your head turned to find Rhett's blue eyes focused on the baby in the crib.

"I do," you paused, your hand moving closer to Rhett's, "with the right person."

Rhett's breath hitched upon feeling your pinky gently run along his hand. Your touch grounded him. To Rhett, it was his salvation.

And he wanted to show that to you.

"May I speak to you? Privately."

You would do anything the owner of that deep voice asked.

You nodded, following him out the door. As soon as you two were out of sight, his hand engulfed yours, leading you through the hallways of the church.

"You leading me through a maze?" You giggled. Normally your laugh was music to Rhett's ears, a sound better than the choir.

But there were more pressing matters at hand.

As soon as the door to his office opened, Rhett's lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his hands now on your shoulders, walking you backwards.

The click of the door closing is now distant. Did he even close it all the way? Your head was clouded due to his addictive scent; rosemary that always lingered on him.

His stubble is now brushing against the soft skin of your neck as his teeth nip down to your collarbone. Rhett's hands felt heavenly, squeezing your breasts through the soft fabric of your dress.

"Need my angel," he muttered against your skin, teeth nipping at the soft flush.

You found yourself on his desk, legs spread wide enough for Rhett to get down on his knees, ready to worship at his favorite altar.

The soft fabric of your dress is pushed upwards to your hips, exposing your clothed cunt.

Rhett made quick work of removing the cotton fabric, stuffing it in his back pocket for later.

A gasp fell from your lips upon feeling his stubble against your thighs, his teeth sinking into your soft flesh.

"Rhett, some-fuck! Someone could walk i-in," you tried to get his attention by tugging on his dark blonde locks. The action only spurred him on, his tongue desperately lapping at your core.

"Good, let'em see who you belong to."

Everyday he was getting bolder. What had started out as small smiles and quick taps on the shoulder had turned into lingering touches and whispers in your ear, beyond what was appropriate for two colleagues, for two friends.

Your teeth sunk into your fist, trying to contain your whimpers. As much as you loathed having to sneak around, it was for a good reason; you two were so close to being in the clear, to finally reaching the path God had intended for you two all along, despite the numerous obstacles thrown your way.

And yet, you can't find it in yourself to push him away. Your body melts into him, relishing in his touch.

Rhett easily works two fingers inside of you, thankful that he had you earlier this morning, hours before his first sermon.

He knew greed was a sin. But was it greedy when he just wanted to fulfill his duty?

"Such a good girl, always ready f'me."

His words caused you to whimper, your hips bucking up towards his face. Rhett let out a chuckle, sending vibrations throughout your body as he looked up to see your withering form.

Rhett thought it was better than any other icon he had ever seen. Your parted lips, half closed eyes, the small gasps that fell from your mouth.

"You want it? Wanna be full of me?"

"Always wanna be full of you."

His cock twitched at your words, grunts falling from his lips as his hands fumbled to remove his belt. He pulled his pants and boxers down far enough to free his hard cock.

Your arms extend out, finding his hair as his lips devour yours, swallowing your moans as he eases into you.

Rhett can feel your hips squirm as you adjust to the sheer size of him. You bury your head into his neck, trying to muffle your gasps as he bottoms out.

"S'fucking tight."

For a man of God, his mouth was sinful.

He quickly set a fast pace, knowing how short he was on time. You buried your face into his neck, practically clinging onto him for dear life.

"Want me to fill ya up angel?" You could only whimper in response, causing him to chuckle, "Course ya do. S'good f'me. Gonna be the perfect lil' wife f'me."

Your walls clenched at his words. It wasn't the first time you two had spoken about this particular subject. But usually it was done with bashful smiles and Rhett's cheeks turning red as a tomato.

This? This was bold.

You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like it. If you hadn’t thought about taking the next steps with him. Haven’t thought about moving in with him, living on his ranch with a little one running around.

"Ya like the sound of that? Gonna keep you full of me. Every day 'till it takes."

His cock began brushing against the spot that made you see stars. Your lips pressed against his forehead, his mouth moving down your collarbone to the tops of your breasts.

"Gonna look s'good, full of me," he pulled the fabric down before sinking his teeth into your skin. Rhett knew that you could easily cover the bite marks. In fact, he loved it. Loved knowing underneath that fabric were physical reminders of his devotion towards you. That you would be able to feel it, you would know it was there as folks tried to talk to you.

That you were his.

Those very thoughts sent your head reeling, pleasure surging throughout your body. Any concern about the door, someone walking by, the Millers' baby, were gone. All you could focus on was the way his cock made you feel so full.

“Fuck, can’t wait until these get full. Ya gonna look so pretty angel, carryin’ our baby.” His tongue lapped at the fresh bite mark on your breasts. The action did little to soothe you, adding to the ache between your legs.

Two fingers tapped at your bottom lip. You opened, moaning around his long digits. Soon, there would be a wedding band around one of them. Soon you two wouldn't have to go to restaurants in the next town over. Soon you would be able to hold his hand in public.

Soon you two would have the life you always deserved, the life you both made so many sacrifices for, committed sins for.

Rhett always said that sometimes God put good people in bad circumstances. And that in those cases, the Lord understood you had to do what was necessary to get out.

You still doubt whether you were good. But with Rhett, you knew you could be.

His fingers left your mouth, moving to just above where your bodies connected.

"Gonna have ya sit in the front row. So everyone can see who you belong to. See who fucked a baby into ya."

Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Even with his button up, you knew there would be faint crescent-shaped marks. Not that Rhett minded. He liked the physical reminders of your devotion just as much as you, if not more.

His hips rocked into yours. That, combined with the circles he was drawing on your clit, led to your undoing. His other hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your moans. You should at least try to be quiet, given the circumstances.

But that was near impossible with how his thick cock was dragging in and out of your wet cunt, prolonging your pleasure. He always made you feel so good, so full.

"Rhett," his name weakly fell from your lips, barely audible over the obscene sound of his cock fucking your wetness back into you.

"Whatcha need angel?" He grunted. Rhett liked to consider himself a good listener. Many had told him it was one of his strengths as a preacher. But it was so hard to focus on anything other than you.

"Need….need y'to fill me up," your words were slurred, as if you were drunk off his cock.

Wouldn't be the first time.

His hands gripped the back of your thighs, bringing your legs up to his hips. The new angle allowed him to fuck you even deeper.

"That's what ya want? Want me to fill ya up? Make ya mine?"

"W-want it s'bad Rhett." His words made your walls clench, head spinning in a sickly sweet pleasure, "Wanna have your baby."

None of the words that fell from his mouth could be found in the Bible.

The oversensitivity combined with how deep he was fucking you caused you to teether back and forth from pleasure to pain. A near animalistic need was overtaking your body, the only thing you could focus on was the sensation of him coming deep inside of you.

"Want me to keep going, don't ya? So deep inside ya, I bet ya want it to take." It made your head reel that this was the same man who an hour earlier, was speaking to a congregation about loving thy neighbor.

His different layers were what caused you to fall in love with Rhett. The same man who was grunting words of pure filth was the same man who planned to make you dinner. It was the same man who personally saw to it that your demons were laid to rest, unable to haunt you ever again.

The same man who was now pressing his lips gently to your forehead as he pulled out.

"I'll feel ya up real good tonight angel, promise. But folks are probably wondering where we are." You nodded, though your body remained wrapped up in his.

"You know, they're still gonna wonder where we are, even after they learn about us."

Rhett simply smiled as he stuffed your panties into his back pocket.

"Yeah, but they'll know better than to say anything about it."

One of your eyebrows quirked upwards, "Perks of being a man of God?"

His lips pressed against yours for a quick peck, "You'll get those perks too angel. Soon."

It couldn't come soon enough.

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