#lowk cheeks

Three low, heavy thuds vibrated through the wood, someone was at the front door. It was afternoon, warm and humid; you'd be out selling your homegrown fruit at the market. Ackee sells well this time of year, but you'd rather rest. You were busy, prepping dinner early, the smell of oxtail wafting around the cozy home. "One second!" You exclaimed, stirring the pot, turning down the heat, and bringing the broth inside the pot to a simmer. Placing the lid over the pot, you began to head to the front door, fixing your shirt a bit. "Mmph, who's at my door?" you muttered, opening the door; it creaked a bit. You saw a man, not too tall or short... with a bible and brochures, oh lord. "Wah yuh want?" "Hello, Ma'am—and good afternoon." The man lifted his head to look at you, eyes darting down to your chest before resuming eye contact. He's handsome, too handsome for this foolish shit. "I was wondering, do you have time for the word of Jehovah?" "Jehovah? No, I don't associate with that." You started to shut your door before he peeked in. "Please—can I have just two minutes to talk to you...?" Oh, what the hell, he was fine. You could give him two minutes. "Ah...Go ahead..." "Well, I’m letting people in the neighborhood know about the free Bible lessons offered by Jehovah’s Witnesses. There are Bible lessons every Wednesday and Sunday for a month beginning this week, and maybe more if we get enough believers to join." "Mhm..." "The lessons answer questions like 'Why is there so much suffering?' and 'How can my family be happy?' Ex cetra.. "Do you mind sharing something you struggle with?" "Mm...I don't have anybody to warm my bed. You leaned on the door frame. "Oh—um...well..." He clutched the brochures a bit. "Maybe... One of these brochures will help..." "We have them available in English and Patois." He held two out. "Let me see the Patois... hm, I've never seen a brochure like this before..." Reading. "Uu rilli kanchuol dis ya worl ya..²" You let out a small snort. "Y'all really want all people to join this cult..." "Um, I wouldn't say it's a cult..." "Bullshit." "Miss—you really seem like a person who would be a good fit for a witness.. Very beautiful.. I can see the purity of your soul.. please consider joining us this Wednesday at 9 A.M. I'll be looking forward to seeing you... and I'll come back here to preach if you can't come!" He said. "You're real confident, boy." You close your door. "Have a good day!" He yelled from outside before stepping back from the door. Michael put his hands together in a praying gesture, closing his eyes as he walked off your porch. "Jehovah... please forgive me." He muttered. "She's just so se– beautiful. One of your best creations... that I can admire, no?" However... when he was in his hotel bed for the night, of course after handing out ALL of his brouchures..he had a charm, so people listened to him..or eyefucked him. Anyways‐... temptations were playing in his head... over and over... he undressed you with his eyes, imagined you in all types of positions but liked to say he "was just admiring... Jehovah...please..." He let out a gasp, his pajama pants beginning to tent. It didn't help that it was quite humid, it seemed worst at night than the sunny days. "I'm so weak..." he let out a small grunt, then throbbing started. "Such an animal..." He murmurred to himself, staring at the tent. Jehovah would never forgive him if he gave in. "Ugh..." He pushed his stiff member down a bit, trying to lay it down even, despite knowing it wouldn't work due to his failed attempts. Micheal was disheveled, and hot. There was this burning ache in his core, lust and desire. His cock was leaking at the tip, causing a damp spot to start forming, he touched the bulge, fingers trailing over the print, feather light..but shook his head and pulled away. "Not today... I won't give in." Pulling the blanket over himself, he lay down and shut his eyes tight and hoped he'd drift to sleep eventually...

at 2:44 A.M. he was up due to a dream he had.. you getting down on your knees to..'pray' for him totally not butt-ass-naked. "Forgive me...Jehovah..." He muttered yet again as he succumbed to his desires. Pushing down the waistband of his pajama pants, followed by his boxers his cock sprung out. Twitching..a flushed and leaky tip. He turned to the side for a moment, grabbing a few tissues off the nightstand and grabbing his bottle of lotion, it smelled like cocoa butter and was his favorite to use for lube. He looked around, a bit guilty for what he was about to do, but only things in the room was he, himself, and him. He at least wished that he had some white noise, maybe the humming sound of the A.C., but he didnt want extra charges on his card, hidden fees will not fool him..Micheal took his hand and squirted a few dollops of lotion before wrapping it around himself. Starting to pump his cock in and out of his fist, he gripped himself quite hard. "Hngh..." he let out low moans, going a bit faster as the bed creaked a bit. "Fuck..." He panted, slowing down a bit, trying to last. He stroked himself slowly, climax building up a little at a time. Hips bucking up into his hand, biting his bottom lip hard..trying to last just a litttleeee longer.. how was he supposed to fuck you if he couldnt last logner than five minutes?.. let alone do multiple rounds. He panted, releasing his hand from around himself, edging himself a bit, before wrapping back around himself..twisting slowly, his tounge flicked out to lick his lips. "Mmph.." He stroked faster, letting out a high pitched cry as his cock spurted multiple sticky ropes, the feeling of climax was euphoric, sending Shockwaves across his body. His cock finally flagged in surrender.

"...Amen."

[2] - who really control this world?

This was lowk kinda buns don't hate me I wrote this in two days.. The setting in this story makes little difference in it I just realized that so I may have to make a pt 2 to make the carribean matter more but I wanted a jamician reader..but reader wasn't mentioned much bc I wanted to write micheal beating it. . . So ill maybe make a pt 2.