Chapter 110 FUCKING MY REVEREND🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
WILL'S POV
A ragged moan escaped me, the sound harsh and desperate as my fingers tightened over my length.
There was nothing soft about each upward stroke of my hand. Absolutely nothing. It was harsh, hurried, sending pricks of pain that tangled with pleasure inside me.
The collar around my neck tightened, the rosary dangling as I leaned forward with a grunt, cassock pushed up as my hands moved fast around my cock.
"Jesus Christ," I hissed under my breath, the holy name making me wince even as I kept jerking myself off.
"Fuck, fuck..." The words escaped like prayers, only these were of a completely different kind—carnal, desperate. "God forgive me…”
My cock throbbed in my hand, pre-cum leaking out as I imagined sinful things—things no priest should think about. Hard bodies pressed against me, mouths kissing instead of praying lips.
I groaned loudly, pumping faster. "Wrong... So wrong..." I choked out between strokes.
My hips lifted off the chair, pushing my length through my fist as if seeking relief.
Fuck.
I leaned back in my chair, cassock pushed up to my waist as I stroked myself slowly, methodically. This wasn't the first time I'd done this.
My cock was hard and leaking, but I kept my movements steady and controlled—not desperate or guilty like usual. I knew the basics of masturbation by now, had mastered making myself cum quietly in my private moments. Being a priest didn't mean eliminating all physical needs.
In fact, I'd learned to separate my religious self from my physical self quite well. When I was alone in my office like this, I was just a man—hard, horny, and completely unsuitable for the cloth.
I thought about sex—real sex, not just getting myself off. I thought about what it would be like to break my vows, to take a man into my arms and fuck him senseless.
Yes.
A man.
The idea of thrusting into a man, of feeling another man's body pressed against mine, was incredibly arousing. I knew it was wrong, that as a priest I should be thinking about women, about marriage and family if I wanted to leave my title—but I wasn't. I was thinking about men.
And even worse, I didn't want to just think about it. I wanted it. I wanted to be with a man—to touch him, kiss him, fuck him until we were both breathless and spent. The desire was shameful, but it was also undeniable. I gripped my cock harder, pumping it slowly.
I knew it was forbidden, that it went against everything I stood for as a priest. But the thought of a man's arms around me, a man's legs wrapping around my waist as I pushed into him, was too tempting to ignore. I moaned softly, fisting my dick harder.
“Shit!” I increased my pace, my hand moving quickly up and down my length as I imagined being with a man.
The forbidden thoughts drove me wild, and within moments I felt my orgasm building. I bit my lip to stifle any sounds as I came hard, my release spilling over my fingers.
Oh my god.