Chapter 5

I didn’t let him pull out right away.

I kept him buried deep in my ass, clenching around his still-hard cock in slow, deliberate pulses, feeling the thick wet heat of his cum already beginning to leak out around the base where we were joined. His forehead dropped against the curve of my shoulder. His breath came in shaky, uneven bursts against my skin. His entire body was trembling—thighs, hands, the muscles of his stomach where they pressed against my back.

“Breathe,” I told him quietly. “You’re still inside me. You’re doing so well. Just stay right there and feel it.”

He made a small, broken sound that might have been my name. I reached back with one hand and stroked the side of his thigh, steadying him while I continued those slow internal squeezes. Every time I tightened, another weak pulse of cum pushed out of him and the soft, filthy noise that left his throat made my own cunt throb with fresh want.

When I finally eased my hips forward, his cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound. Warm cum immediately ran down the backs of my thighs in thick streaks. I turned around carefully, sat up on the edge of the desk, and spread my legs wide so he could see everything he had done—my dripping, untouched cunt, the used and glistening ring of my ass, the mess of his first orgasm already sliding down my skin.

His eyes were glassy. His cock stood shiny and still almost fully hard, twitching in the cool air of the office as if it hadn’t realized it had already come.

“Your turn to choose,” I said, voice soft but certain. “But I already know what I want.”

I reached down, wrapped my fingers around his slick length, and guided the head to the entrance of my cunt. He was so wet from my ass and his own cum that he slid easily through my folds. I rubbed him there deliberately—once, twice, three times—coating him in fresh arousal, letting him feel the difference in heat and texture. Then I locked eyes with him and stopped moving.

“Push in.”

He sank into my cunt in one long, trembling thrust.

The difference was immediate and overwhelming. Hotter. Softer. Tighter in a completely different way. A raw, almost wounded sound tore out of his throat as he bottomed out inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper until there was nothing left between us—only the wet, perfect seal of his virgin cock finally seated in a cunt for the first time.

“That’s it,” I whispered against his mouth. “First time in a cunt. Feel how greedy I am for you. Feel how easily I take every inch after you already stretched my ass open.”

He started moving. At first the strokes were uneven, almost frantic, the thrusts of a man who could not believe the sensation was real. I grabbed his face between both hands and forced him to look at me while he fucked me—eyes open, no hiding, no closing them against the intensity.

“Harder,” I ordered. “I didn’t wait this long and take your cock in my ass first just so you could be gentle with my cunt. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Something inside him finally broke open.

His hands clamped down on my hips hard enough to bruise. The next thrust was sharper. The one after that sharper still. The wet, filthy slap of skin on skin filled the locked office. My tits bounced under the open dress with every impact. Every deep stroke dragged across the sensitive spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath stutter. I reached between us with one hand and rubbed my clit in tight, urgent circles, chasing the orgasm I had been holding back since the moment he first pushed into my ass.

“I’m going to come on you,” I gasped. “And you’re going to fill this cunt the same way you filled my ass. Understand?”

He nodded, eyes nearly black, mouth open, the last remnants of the careful pastor completely gone.

I came hard—legs locking around his waist, cunt pulsing in strong rhythmic waves, a broken moan spilling out of me that sounded nothing like the controlled alto who sang in his choir every Sunday. The tight, milking squeeze of my orgasm pulled him over the edge immediately after. Elias buried himself to the hilt with a raw, helpless groan and came again, flooding my cunt with a second thick load while his whole body shook against me. I felt every pulse, every twitch, every desperate spurt as he emptied himself inside me for the second time in less than twenty minutes.

We stayed locked together while the aftershocks faded. His cock continued to twitch weakly inside me. His forehead rested against mine. His breathing was ragged and open-mouthed. I stroked the damp hair at the back of his neck with slow, almost gentle fingers, grounding him while his body tried to remember how to function.

“Next Wednesday,” I said, voice quiet but absolute. “Same door. Same lock. And next time you’re going to last longer than two rounds. I’m going to take my time with you. I’m going to make you eat me until your jaw aches. I’m going to ride this cock until you beg. And then I’m going to decide which hole gets you first again.”

He let out a shaky, almost disbelieving laugh that turned into another soft groan when I deliberately clenched around his sensitive cock one last time.

I kissed him—slow, deep, tasting the last of his restraint and the salt of sweat on his upper lip—then gently pushed him back so I could stand. His cock slipped free with another wet sound. Fresh cum immediately ran down my thighs in thick rivulets, mixing with what had already leaked from my ass. I smoothed my dress back into place without cleaning any of it. I wanted to walk out of the church carrying the proof of what we had done. I wanted to feel him leaking out of me the entire way home.

At the door I paused and looked back once.

Pastor Elias Kane stood in the middle of his own office with his trousers still open around his thighs, cock shiny and spent and still half-hard, glasses crooked, face flushed, staring at me like I had taken every prayer he had ever spoken and rewritten it in a language he was only beginning to understand.

I smiled—slow, satisfied, and full of promises.

“See you Sunday, Pastor.”

Then I unlocked the door, stepped into the dark hallway, and walked out of the church with his cum still sliding down my legs, already counting the days until I could lock that office door again and take him apart even more thoroughly than I had tonight.