I smiled, slow and predatory. “Then that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.”
I reached up to grab his hips, my fingers digging into the smooth skin there. His cock bobbed in front of me, pink and perfect and begging for attention. I could feel my own throbbing against my stomach as Mike settled his weight on me.
“You sure about this?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. His eyes were blown wide with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Yes,” he breathed. “God help me, yes.”
I slid my hands around to cup his ass, squeezing those firm cheeks. “Turn around,” I ordered. “I want that pretty ass in my face.”
Mike hesitated for only a second before he complied, shifting his body until he was facing away from me, his perfect ass hovering above my chest. I guided him backward until his knees were on either side of my head, his cock hanging heavy between his legs.
“Lower,” I commanded, my voice thick with want. “Sit on my face, Pastor. Don’t be shy.
He let out a soft whimper as he slowly lowered himself, his thighs trembling with anticipation. The moment his ass was within reach, I grabbed his hips and yanked him down, burying my face between those perfect cheeks. He gasped, a shocked, desperate sound that made my cock throb.
I lapped at his hole hungrily, my tongue circling the tight ring of muscle. Mike’s whole body shuddered above me as I worked him open, alternating between broad strokes and pointed jabs. His moans filled the room, each one louder than the last as I feasted on him.
“Oh God,” he panted, his voice breaking. “Cash... I can’t... it’s too much.”
I gripped his ass harder, spreading him wider as I drove my tongue deeper. His taste was intoxicating, clean and musky at the same time. I felt him pushing back against my face, seeking more of the pleasure I was giving him.
“That’s it,” I growled against his sensitive skin. “Ride my tongue like the desperate little slut you are.”
Mike’s cock bounced between his legs as he rode me, leaking pre-cum onto my chest as I devoured him. I reached around with one hand to grasp it, giving him a few firm strokes that had him crying out.
“Please,” he begged, though I wasn’t sure if he was asking me to stop or demanding more. I assumed it was the latter.
I released his cock and gave his ass a sharp slap. “Get the lube from the nightstand,” I ordered.
Mike scrambled to comply, reaching over to fumble in the drawer. I’d placed it there earlier, hoping he’d show up. When he found it, he handed it back to me with shaking hands.
“Off,” I said, pushing at his hips. He lifted himself from my face, his breathing ragged. “Now lie on your back.”
He moved quickly, settling onto the mattress beside me. I rose to my knees, looking down at him spread out before me. His chest was flushed, his cock rock hard against his stomach, his lips swollen from our kisses. He looked utterly debauched already, and I hadn’t even fucked him yet.
“Look at you,” I murmured, opening the lube and coating my fingers. “If only the town could see their pastor spread out like a fucking pig in my bed.”
“Cash,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. “Just fuck me.”
I circled his entrance with one slick finger, watching his face as I pushed slowly inside. His body resisted briefly before giving way, accepting my intrusion. The tight heat around my finger made my own cock throb with anticipation.
“I figured you’d be tight,” I observed, working my finger deeper. “When’s the last time someone fucked this ass, Pastor?”
“Years,” he admitted, his voice strained. “Not since...seminary.”
The thought of being the first man to have him in years sent a surge of possessive pleasure through me. I added a secondfinger, stretching him carefully despite my growing impatience. His back arched off the bed when I curled my fingers, finding his prostate with incredible easy.
“There?” I asked, rubbing against it mercilessly.
“Yes!” he cried out, his cock throbbing against his stomach. “Right there!”
I continued working him open, adding a third finger when he was ready. By the time I deemed him prepared for my impressive girth, he was writhing beneath me, sweat glistening on his skin in the moonlight.
“How do you want it?” I asked, slicking my cock with more lube.
“Hard,” he replied without hesitation, surprising me. “I want to feel you tomorrow. Every time I sit down, every time I walk. I want to remember this.”
His words stoked the fire in my belly, and I positioned myself between his legs, hooking his knees over my arms to spread him wide. The head of my cock pressed against his entrance, teasing but not breaching.
