All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

CHAPTER 188“Sensitive,” Damian observed, voice low and pleased. He spent another minute there, alternating between gentle suction and the light scrape of teeth, until Leon was breathing hard and restless under him. Only then did Damian move lower, kissing down the center of Leon’s stomach while his hands worked open the button and zipper of the dark jeans.Leon’s head dropped back against the pillow. His pulse hammered. Somewhere in the back of his mind the attic window, his mother’s careful promise, Aaron’s handshake and the quiet *yes* behind the science wing all flickered and then blurred under the heat of Damian’s mouth on his skin. He lifted his hips when Damian tugged the jeans and underwear down together, kicking them the rest of the way off when they tangled at his ankles. Then he was bare on the borrowed sheets, fully exposed under the low lamp light, and Damian was still dressed, looking down at him with an expression that made Leon’s face burn.Damian ran a slow hand up th

*Chapter 190*The order landed like a spark in dry tinder.Leon’s body tightened around Damian all at once. The coil that had been building at the base of his spine snapped. Pleasure tore through him in sharp, overwhelming waves—his cock pulsing hard in Damian’s fist, spilling hot across his own stomach and Damian’s knuckles. His back arched clean off the mattress. A broken, helpless sound ripped from his throat as the orgasm kept coming, longer and more intense than anything he had managed alone in the attic room. His walls clenched and fluttered around the thick length still buried inside him, milking Damian with every spasm.Damian cursed under his breath and fucked him through it.He didn’t slow down. He kept the same deep, targeted thrusts that had pushed Leon over the edge, dragging out every aftershock until Leon was shaking and oversensitive, thighs trembling around Damian’s hips. Only when the last pulse faded and Leon went loose and gasping beneath him did Damian’s control f

*Chapter 192*Leon crossed the attic room on quiet feet and sat down at the small desk under the window.The laptop woke the moment he opened it, screen casting a pale glow across the wooden surface. He still wore the ordinary sleep shirt from the night before. The hickeys along his neck and collarbone remained hidden for now, but every small turn of his head reminded him they were there—tender, unmistakable proof that the party and the locked room and Damian’s hands had not been a dream. The dull ache between his legs had settled into a low, persistent awareness. He shifted in the chair and felt it again, a private echo of everything that had happened only a few hours earlier.He opened the browser and navigated to the site where he posted his story.The notifications hit immediately.Dozens of comments stacked under the last published chapter, most of them variations of the same question. *Where is he?* *Did the author disappear?* *It’s been weeks—everything okay?* *Missing this sto

*Chapter 194*Sonia and her friends appeared in the hallway like they had been waiting for the exact moment Leon turned the corner.There were four of them, the usual tight cluster that moved through the school as a single unit. Sonia walked in front, phone in one hand, the other resting on the strap of her bag. The girls flanking her already wore the half-smiles that meant they had material. Leon’s stomach dropped. He had dealt with Sonia’s attention before—the taunts after the pool videos, the pointed comments in the hallways—but the timing today, layered on top of the stares and the whisper about the pastor’s son, made every step feel heavier.He tried to angle past them toward his locker.Sonia stepped just enough into his path that he had to slow down.“Well, look who actually showed up this morning,” she said, voice light and bright in the way that never meant anything kind. “Didn’t think we’d see you walking around like nothing happened.”One of the girls beside her—the one wit

*Chapter 196*Leon stared at the phone screen.For a second the hallway around him—the scuffed lockers, the muffled noise from the main corridor, the steady hum of the fluorescent lights—simply disappeared. The thing Aaron was showing him was not a full recording of the night, but it was damaging enough to hollow him out where he stood. A short, grainy clip, clearly taken from a doorway or a half-hidden phone: Leon being guided into an upstairs bedroom at the party, Damian’s hand settled low on his back, the door swinging shut behind them. Then a later timestamp of Leon leaving the same room looking flushed and disheveled, the borrowed shirt gone, his own collar askew enough that the edge of a dark mark was visible on his neck. Over the clip sat a string of laughing captions and emojis that had already been copied across multiple group chats. The comments underneath were worse than the footage itself.Pastor’s kid finally got ruined. Holy boy didn’t stay holy long. Told you the qu