Andrea and the preacher 2

His eyes, carried numerous emotions. I could tell he would wreck me with that rod between his legs. At this point, I craved it. Perhaps my life depends on it.

“Look at me, Andrea.” His sharp voice was like music to my ears. But I was looking, however, not at his face.

“Your tongue is no waste, I must admit.” I chuckle; he only half smiles before dropping his pants.

Now he stood naked from his waist down. Fucking Christ!!!

The head of his cock dangled beneath his shirt. I barely saw all of him, but I knew one thing for sure. I was getting gutted out tonight. The anticipation almost made me come again.

“Spread your legs open for me, Andrea…. Let me see you.”

Without hesitation I did, and he hissed, one hand fisting his hard cock, the other ruffling his already disheveled hair, thanks to me.

“Please, preacher…. Save me from this unclean madness… please.” My slurry voice echoes in the room. I swirled my waist sexily, biting my lip as I pushed my hips higher, granting him more access to see my pussy.

I had no idea how this would end, but I was ready to go on this forbidden ride.

“You pretty little thing. You want this?” Amon was by my face now, stroking his perfect cock. Fuck it was beautiful, so thick I desperately desired to know how he would feel inside me.

So I nod my head, and he scoffs, “I'm going to fuck you so hard, you might forget your name.”

Those words and the way he said them, almost like a threat or a joke, but any which way I cared not. As long as he fucks me.

Amon moves down and captures my lips in a kiss now. I'm tempted to give in because this man is a professional kisser. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the room as he sucks on my tongue, tasting every inch of my mouth.

I was breathless when he pulled away; my heart began to race when he moved on top of me.

He moves to my neck and kisses his way down to my breast.

“Ahhhh fuck…” I moan when he skillfully sucks on my nipples. Jesus! Preacher Man has a tongue perfectly crafted by God, because why the hell am I screaming and writhing from the pleasure?

Don't get me wrong, but I have had my ex-boyfriends suck on my breasts, but none of them do me like this.

“Good lord…” he groaned when he finally thrust inside me.

I was full, so full my eyes watered. This man is huge, thick, and long, and he is all up in my tiny hole.

“Finally… I get to know how you feel after years of waiting.”

His words confused me, but the feeling he created blurred my thoughts away.

“Stay still, baby…” he whispers as I wiggled in discomfort. He did not move; he was just all in, waiting for me to adjust to his size, I guess, because as soon as I did, he began to move again. For a minute it hurt, with his weight pressing down on me, I found it difficult to breathe.

After a few strokes, everything changed; my heavy breaths turned to moans.

“That's it, Andrea… take this cock.” He moved at a steady pace. My legs unfurled for him; I was so wet, his massive dick went in without hindrance.

“Preacher, what is happening?” My father yelled from the door. But we ignored him. Amon grabbed my legs, clasped them to his shoulder, and put his hands on my waist as he increased his pace.

*slap* *slap*

The sound of flesh clapping filled the room. “Oh God! Oh God, please… yes, don't stop!”

My cries fill the room.

“Surrender Andrea… Allow God to cleanse you of that demonic spirit!” I could hear my father yelling.

“Preacher please save her,” came my mother's cries.

“I'm going to come oh please!!” I screamed as he increased his pace. I was a mess, there was no break as he thrusts nonstop like a grinding machine. Like those men I watch on p**n.

“Come on this cock, Andrea… please come for me; it is yours, it always has,” he implores.

Three strokes in and he has me trembling like I got electrocuted.

“Ohhh sweet Jesus!!! Ahhhh…”

“Yes baby, that's my girl…”

I'm still tumbling down this height he'd taken me to, heavy breaths escaping my lungs. Eyelid too weak to open, but I manage to open it.

Now he is entirely naked, standing by the door with a bottle in hand. Guess he came prepared to cleanse me.

“Mr. and Mrs. Saturn. You need not worry, Andrea will be free; I will assure that.”

“Thank you, preacher. Please do take your time; whatever you need will be provided.” Father responds.

When he looks back at me, he has a smirk on. As he walks toward me now naked, my body begins to react again. He noticed.

“I always knew you would turn out this way, right from that day I saw you.”

I tried to speak, but his lips crashed on mine again, swallowing my words. When he let me go, he uncuffed my hands now.

“I'm not done with you, Andrea.” Then he pulls me up.

“On your knees.” I do as I am told. “Open your mouth.” I did, his cock inches from my face.

“Go on and hold it… It won't bite.” He pushes forward, and I groan as I wrap my hands around him now.

“So fucking big,” I whisper in satisfaction. His eyes well up in pure joy, like he had just won a bet.

Slowly I take him into my lips; I taste myself on him, and that only ignites my appetite.

I was never good at a blow job, so I went on with the little I could do.

Soon he was moaning, fingers all over my hair, grabbing and pulling. “So fucking beautiful…” he moans as he moves to kiss me, sucking my drool from him. Damn, this man is so crazy.

Shortly his hands are holding my head as he fucks my throat rough and hard. Sounds of me gagging and choking on his meat fill the room.

This is the craziest blow job I have ever ventured into, the most exhilarating forte; a priest is making me do this. Crazy world we live in.

“I'm going to cum inside your tiny mouth now, Andrea…. You ready for that?” he groaned as he fucks my throat. I can only moan, unable to speak.

“I take that as a yes then.”

Five strokes later he is trembling, thrusting deeper until my eyes water; like fireworks, he shoots inside my throat, and I swallow without hesitation.

“Preacher, I need you inside me again.” I can't help it; this man has just created a beast.

This was a first for me, having dirty, rough sex. And now I want it every day.

“Hmmm! Yes, priest, fuck me just like that!”

Presently I had my back against the wall of my shower; he had pulled me into the bathroom, my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried and fucked me like a beast in heat. Perhaps we both were.

Water showered on us; it made it perfect, and I never want this to end, but everything does come to an end.

When we finally find our release, it's crazy that I come first, then him. He has me on my knees again; this time he cums all over my face and breasts.

“Damn, so perfect,” he smiles. We both do.

“Thank you so much for your kindness to come at such short notice, Amon.”

“It is no problem, Mr. Saturn. You have helped the church more than anyone. I would do anything to help your family.”

I watched from the stairs as my parents bid him goodbye. Our eyes met again, and I blushed; he smirked “But…. Andrea needs more purification. Every Friday she has to be brought to the church until the demon completely leaves her.”

A smile forms on my face. Never did I imagine getting fucked by a priest. Not just any, one with a monster cock and a magic waist.

“Amon says you need rest. Off to your room, Andrea, right now.” Father scolds.

If only my father knew the person sent to cleanse me had more demons than I do.