Pastor's Princess: A Forbidden First Time Age Gap Short: His Princess, #2

By Sam Aspen

I am the new pastor of Summerton Heights, freshly ordained and looking forward to serving this community. I've left my sinful past behind and the future looks bright. On the Sunday after my first sermon, like any good steward, I wanted to tidy up the landscaping at my new church to make a good impression. But I might already be in trouble when I meet the lovely Amelia… Despite her innocent demeanor, seeing her in a summer dress gives me some very impure thoughts that I feel powerless to resist. 

 

Pastor's Princess is a spicy forbidden first time age gap short story featuring a possessive older man claiming a beautiful younger woman all for himself. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bogwood Press
• Release date: May 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224422845

Sam Aspen

My name is Sam and I write about confident, experienced older men claiming young women all for themselves. You can follow my new releases, sign up for the Bogwood Press newsletter and learn about other authors on our publisher's website!

Book preview

Preview

You here by yourself? I asked her as we walked across the church’s large green lawn.

Amelia looked down and to the side and replied, Yes, my parents don’t usually attend.

She seemed embarrassed. Sometimes all we can do is set a good example, I offered uselessly.

Amelia nodded and turned to smile at me, which crushed my insides with it’s radiance. Her smooth, pretty face gave me thoughts that a pastor should not be entertaining. I wondered if I should weasel my way out of the chores and insist we do this another day.

I spotted a bright yellow dandelion enjoying the sun, so I knelt down to pluck it from the ground. I pulled up as much of the root as I could. The lawn was dotted with many tiny white and purple wildflowers, which grew here in abundance. I looked at the weed in my hand, wondering who it was that decided dandelions were weeds to be destroyed and not flowers to be admired. They still flowered, didn’t they?

Looking up at Amelia, I saw that she was gathering a few of the wildflowers. She crouched there, tying a bunch of them together in a tiny bouquet with a skillful knot made of grass.

That’s so beautiful. You’re good at that, I said to Amelia.

She looked up with a smile and hopped upright to her feet. With a little flourish, she handed the ridiculously small bouquet to me between her thumb and index finger.

For you, Amelia proclaimed.

I laughed aloud, plucking it from her hand.

Why, thank you Amelia. I know the perfect place to put this, I said. Reaching over her ear,