Preacher's Runaway

By Becca Sinh

Luke was furious when he found a pretty girl stowed away in his truck! But Grace was a fascinating enigma...and the more he learned about the creepy religious commune where she’d lived, until she’d managed to escape, the more he ached to be her first lover! (erotica, hardcore, runaway, virgin, older man, preacher, trucker, masturbation, religious commune)

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“I’m not going to hurt you.” Luke sounded a little annoyed, then apologetically shook his head. “Look, I’m sorry if I scared you back there. I didn’t mean to. But you caught me off-guard when you pulled your clothes off like that.”

Another baffling contradiction. “But you told me to!” Grace protested, then cringed as if she expected to get slapped for her impertinence.

“Well, yeah, but...”

Sudden awareness prickled down Luke’s spine. “You had to obey Preacher no matter what he ordered? If he told you to strip down right in front of everyone, you’d do it?”

“Of course.” Strict obedience had been drilled into her from birth. “Preacher is always obeyed.”

His soft expletive echoed through the cabin for several long moments. “So when he told you it was your breeding time...”

Grace shivered a little. “I tried to obey him. I did!” Her small hands twisted together in renewed distress. “But it felt so wrong when he touched me that I panicked!”

He could see it all too clearly—the crazed old man, the frightened young girl. The manic expression on his face, the stark terror on hers. His eager panting gasps, her tearful whimpers.

The hot lust that slammed into Luke, and hardened him to flashpoint intensity, was shameful—and uncontrollable. Fierce shudders racked his lean body as he sucked in one raspy breath, then another.

“Grace...oh, God!” he groaned, clutching the big steering wheel with frenzied strength. Sweat began to bead his tanned forehead as he fought the primal urge to erupt in a hot orgasmic gush. “I swear I won’t touch you. But if I don’t beat off fast, I could wreck the truck, and kill us both! I have to...I have to!”

Grace gaped at him with wide, frightened eyes as he urgently wrestled with his belt and zipper, then yanked his rigid eight-inch shaft free. The relief, as cool air wafted over it, was enormous! His eyes nearly crossed with giddy pleasure.

It was just like before, when she’d listened to him vigorously masturbating...only this time he was doing it right in front of her! She stared in fascination as his hand whipped up and down, and the heady scent of his rising excitement enveloped her.

Preacher had done this dozens of times every day, as he’d watched the girls praying or doing their chores. Why had he repulsed her, when every swift move of Luke’s big hand was driving her crazy with a fiery lust that matched his stroke for stroke?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Oct 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301277735

Becca Sinh

Becca Sinh has been writing high-quality erotica for nearly 20 years, and is one of the hottest erotic authors on the market!

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Preacher’s Runaway

By Becca Sinh

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

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He had absolutely no use for teenage runaways—and if he hadn’t been working for a trucking firm that tracked his route and speed, and penalized its drivers for unauthorized stops, he’d have screeched to a smoking halt right by the side of the road, and kicked her out as soon as he discovered her hiding in his cramped little sleeping cubby.

As it was, Lucas was stuck with her for the next two hundred miles…and he was furious!

Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in there? He didn’t care if he sounded snap-tempered. Who knew what kind of trouble this pint-sized kid could cause him? Visions of pissed-off parents, enraged cops, and—since he’d just crossed the state line into Arkansas—pursuing FBI agents raced ominously through his mind.

My name’s Grace. At his curt gesture, the girl crawled up into the weatherbeaten front seat, and nervously huddled against the passenger door. Please don’t be mad at me!

Why shouldn’t I be? The scowl he aimed at her was ripe with mingled anger and frustration. You had no right stowing away in my rig!

She shrank a little more, and blinked back tears that made her slanting dark eyes seem animé-huge. I asked some of the other men if I could go with them, but they all laughed at me, and told me to get lost.

Luke’s scowl deepened. That should have warned you off right there. Sweet Jesus, hadn’t his day already been bad enough? Being saddled with a teenage runaway really capped things off!

He studied her for another moment, then demanded, How old are you?

One glistening tear slid down her dusky cheek. Eighteen, a few days ago. That’s why I left. Her small chin began to quiver. Bad things happen to girls who stay!

She didn’t look it—and her faltering admission made his nerves tingle with growing alarm. Stay where?

At the Farm. She gulped, and twisted her small fingers together. Preacher does wicked things to the girls who can’t escape.

Wicked things? Oh hell, what kind of hornet’s nest had he just stumbled into?

Uh huh. Distress twisted her exotic features as she bobbed her head up and down in a jerky nod. Bethany’s stomach got really big, and so did Charity’s. Then a few nights ago, Charity started screaming, and I saw blood on her sheets after Preacher took her to his private room. She looked a little sick at the memory. "Bethany said she had a baby, and she’s going to have one, too, real soon. So will the other girls, because they’ve all reached their breeding age.

He was starting to do things to me, too, because I was next in line…but then Faith ran in to tell him that Charity was crying and bleeding and pushing the baby out, and he left so fast that he forgot to lock the door behind him. So I managed to sneak out, and I ran and ran until I was too tired to run anymore, and I slept under a tree until the sun came up. It all tumbled from her in a frenzied rush as she shivered, and fearfully closed her eyes. "Then I ran again all yesterday, and today I finally found that noisy place where all those big trucks were parked. But no one would help me, so finally I climbed inside your truck, and hid.

Preacher scares me…he’s always scared me! I don’t ever want him to touch me! Her clear young voice broke as she knuckled away more tears. I’ll do anything to keep from going back!

Lucas absorbed her panicked story in thoughtful silence. Who hadn’t heard those wild rumors of a crazy old religious fanatic living up in the hills with a whole bunch of beautiful young girls? He’d never believed it, though…tales that sounded like urban legends usually were. And surely if there really was a wacky religious commune nearby, the Feds would have busted it by now!

And yet…look at her, in that shapeless gray smock that fell nearly to her ankles! It looked handmade, and about a thousand years old. Her wafer-thin sandals were no better; if