“You want it rough, Pastor?” I growled, leaning down so our faces were inches apart. “You want me to fuck you so hard you feel it in church on Sunday?”
“Yes,” he nodded frantically, his hands coming up to grip my shoulders. “Please, Cash.”
I pushed forward slowly, watching his face contort as the head of my cock breached him. The tight heat engulfing me was almost too much, and I had to grit my teeth to maintain control.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I sank deeper. “Goddamn that tight little hole feels good.”
Mike’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing shallow as he adjusted to my size. I paused when I was fully seated, giving him a moment despite the urge to pound him into the mattress.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded softly. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
His lids fluttered open, revealing pupils blown wide and something else… a sort of vulnerability that made me want to be gentle with him.
Nah. Fuck that.
I grabbed his hips and slammed into him with all my strength, driving my cock as deep as it would go. The moan that tore from his throat was primal, animalistic, and it ignited something dark inside me.
“That what you want?” I growled, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. “You want it rough? You want me to fuckin’ use you?”
“Yes,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “God, yes.”
I set a punishing pace, each thrust harder than the last. The bed frame creaked in protest beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful stroke. Mike’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, his heels digging into my back.
“Take it,” I commanded, watching his face contort with pleasure and pain. “Take every fucking inch.”
His cock bounced between us, untouched but leaking steadily onto his stomach. I shifted my angle slightly, making sure to hit his sweet spot with each thrust. The change had him crying out, his back arching off the mattress.
“Cash!” he moaned, his voice breaking. “I’m gonna—I can’t?—”
“Not yet,” I ordered, reaching down to grip the base of his cock firmly, stopping it from bouncing. “You don’t cum until I say so.”
His eyes flew open, desperation clear in those blue depths. I leaned down, keeping my punishing rhythm, and captured hismouth in a bruising kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance that I easily won. He was so easy to overpower, to talk into giving me exactly what I wanted.
“Please,” he begged when I finally released his lips. “I need to cum.”
“No,” I said flatly, driving into him harder. “You don’t get to cum until I’m satisfied.”
I flipped him over roughly, manhandling him onto his hands and knees without withdrawing from his tight heat. The new position allowed me to go even deeper, and I grabbed a handful of his blonde hair, yanking his head back as I pounded into him.
“This what you’ve been prayin’ for, Pastor?” I taunted, my voice rough with exertion. “This what you think about when you’re preachin’ about sin?”
“Yes!” he cried out, past the point of shame or restraint. “God, yes!”
I released his hair to grip his hips with both hands, leaving bruises in the shape of my fingers as I used his body for my pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by his desperate moans and my grunts of satisfaction.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I demanded, feeling my own release building. “Say it.”
“You,” he gasped, pushing back to meet each thrust. “I belong to you, Cash!”
That was what I needed to hear. I reached around and grasped his neglected cock, stroking it in time with my thrusts. His whole body tensed, trembling on the edge.
“Now you can cum,” I permitted, stroking him faster. “Cum for me, Pastor. Don’t make me wait.”
He absolutely shattered beneath me, his cock pulsing in my hand as he came with a shout that probably woke the neighbors. His body clenched around me like a vice, and I lost the lastthreads of my control. I drove into him one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my own orgasm tore through me. I filled him with my cum, marking him from the inside in the most intimate way possible.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen like that, both of us panting, sweat-slick and trembling. Then I slowly withdrew, watching with satisfaction as my cum leaked from his well-used hole onto the sheets below.
Mike collapsed onto his stomach, his body still quivering with aftershocks. I fell beside him, surprisingly reluctant to put distance between us just yet. We lay in silence, catching our breath, the reality of what we’d done settling over us like a heavy blanket.
