“Fuck, Cash, I’m close already,” I warned, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
He pulled away abruptly, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he spun me around and dropped to take my cock into his mouth in one fluid motion. The wet heat enveloping me was almost too much. I looked down to see his eyes locked on mine, challenging me as he took me deeper.
“I can’t—” I threaded my fingers through his hair, not knowing whether to pull him closer or push him away to delay my orgasm.
Just as I teetered on the edge, Cash pulled off with an obscene pop. He rose to his feet, fumbling with his jeans. “Not yet,” he said, pushing them down just enough to free his cock. “I want to see that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock first.” He grabbed me by the front of the shirt, forcing me down to my knees. “And you better look at me the whole fuckin’ time, understand?”
I nodded, meeting his intense gaze as I took him in my hands. His cock was already rock hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around him, savoring the taste and the way his breath hitched when I took him deeper.
“That’s it,” Cash hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Take it all, Pastor.”
The title on his lips should have made me feel ashamed, but instead it sent a thrill through me. I hollowed my cheeksand worked him with my tongue, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hips started to move, thrusting gently at first, then more insistently.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “Your mouth is better than any I’ve ever had.”
I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse. My own cock throbbed between my legs, neglected but achingly hard. I reached down to stroke myself, but Cash caught my wrist.
“No,” he commanded. “You don’t touch yourself. That’s mine tonight.”
I whimpered but obeyed, focusing instead on taking him deeper. His thighs trembled slightly, telling me he was getting close. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth with a growl.
“Get up,” he ordered, yanking me to my feet. He spun me around again, pressing me face-first against the wall. “Spread your legs.”
I complied immediately, my heart hammering against my ribs. I felt his fingers, slick with what must have been his own saliva, probing at my entrance. One pushed inside, then another, stretching me with rough efficiency one last time.
“You still wet from my tongue?” he asked, his voice a dangerous rumble. “Or still open from last night?”
“Yes,” I gasped as he curled his fingers, making me moan.
“Good,” he growled, removing his fingers. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. “Because I can’t wait anymore.”
He pushed in slowly but relentlessly, giving me no time to adjust. The burn was exquisite, walking that perfect line between pleasure and pain. I pressed my forehead against the wall, panting as he filled me completely.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he groaned, his chest pressed against my back. “Every fucking time.”
He didn’t wait for my response before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. My cry echoed through the living room as he set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me harder against the wall.
“This what you wanted?” Cash growled in my ear. “This why you’ve been watching me since I got here? Why you brought me lunch? Hoping I’d bend you over and fuck you senseless?”
“Yes,” I admitted, shame and desire mingling in my gut. “God, yes!”
His hand snaked around to grip my throat, not squeezing but holding me in place as his hips snapped against my ass. “What would your congregation think if they saw their pastor now? Taking cock like you were made for it.”
I moaned, unable to form words as he hit my prostate with every thrust. The pressure was building inside me, coiling tighter with each stroke.
“Answer me,” he demanded, his grip tightening slightly.
“They’d—oh fuck—I don’t know,” I managed between gasps. “But I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but this.”
Cash’s rhythm faltered for just a moment, like my words had caught him off guard. Then he redoubled his efforts, reaching around with his free hand to finally, mercifully wrap around my neglected cock.
“You’re gonna cum for me,” he said, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “Gonna cum with my cock buried deep inside you.”
I was already there, teetering on the edge. When his teeth sank into the junction of my neck and shoulder, I came apart. My release hit me like a freight train, painting the wall in front of me as I cried out his name.
Cash’s hips stuttered as my body clenched around him. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a strangled groan. I felt the heat of him filling me, marking me from the inside. God, I loved the way that felt.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen, both of us panting. His forehead rested against my shoulder, his breath hot on my sweat-slicked skin. I felt oddly vulnerable now, pinned between his body and the wall, his softening cock still inside me.
