Chapter 128 Cock Deprived
His name kept falling out of my lips like a prayer as he pounded deeper, hands bruising my hips, cock hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes.
Baron’s breathing turned harsh, precum dripping in long strings to the floor. “I can’t… I need…”
Father Michael reached around me, wrapped his fist around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, Will. Come in his mouth. Give him everything.”
The command shattered me.
“Fathee Michael!” I cried out, my cock pulsing in Father Michael’s grip as I spilled hot and thick cum across Baron’s waiting tongue.
Baron opened wide, catching every drop of cum swallowing greedily, eyes never leaving where Father Michael was still buried inside me, still fucking me through the after orgasm.
When the last of it left me, Father Michael pulled out, turned me gently, and pushed me down to my knees in front of Baron.
“Now you,” he told Baron, his voice commanding him. “Come for us. Come from watching me fuck him, come straight into his mouth.”
Baron stepped forward, cock so hard it looked painful, the head flushed and dripping. I opened for him immediately, taking him deep, tongue swirling, sucking all that I could.
Father Michael moved behind Baron now, hands spreading him, then pushing in with one smooth movement.
“Ohh God.” Baron moaned around the sound, hips jerking forward into my throat.
Father Michael fucked him hard, relentless, each thrust driving Baron deeper into my mouth. “Feel that,” he snarled, “feel how full you are, how owned, while Will drinks you down.”
Baron lasted only moments before his body was shaking, hands fisting in my hair. “I'm coming. Oh God, I'm coming.”
A choked cry sounded from his throat as he came, flooding my mouth. I swallowed every drop, tongue milking him until he was spent, trembling, knees threatening to give out.
I licked my lips at the sight.
Father Michael followed right after, slamming deep one last time, groaning low as he emptied inside Baron, marking him again, holding him tight while they both shuddered through it.
“Fuck yeah.” He grunted as he came in Father Baron's ass.
For long seconds we stayed like that… Me on my knees, mouth full of Baron’s cum, Baron leaking cum from his ass hole and Father Michael still buried inside him, all of us breathing hard against the cold window pane.
He finally pulled out and Father Baron sank to the floor. Father Michael traced our lips with the tip of his cock, gazing at the mess we’d made of each other.
“You’re mine,” he said quietly, voice rough and almost tender. “Every hole, every moan, every drop that comes from your cock from now on. The whole rectory can know. The whole world can know. You fucking belong to me.”
I looked up at him, throat raw, body aching in the sweetest way. “Yes, Father.”
Baron’s voice joined mine, soft and wrecked. “Yes, Father.”
He stood, adjusted his collar, buttoned his shirt with calm, deliberate movements, like nothing had changed, like we hadn’t just come undone in the most forbidden way possible.
“Go,” he said, opening the door to the dark corridor. “Sleep. Dream of this. And when you wake up tomorrow, sore and full and still tasting each other… And remember who you kneel for. Who you belong to.”
We looked at him as he stood, fully clothed now, a stark contrast to our naked bodies in the light.
“Me. You fucking belong to me.”
And I knew instantly, that we would come back.
We would beg again.
We would give him everything.
Because this sin, this complete and beautiful ruin…
Father Michael and his thick cock… Was the only heaven we’d ever truly craved.