Chapter 112 TOUCH YOUR BALLS, REVEREND 🌶️🌶️🌶️
WILL'S POV
I was confused. Worried even. But I didn't stop. And he didn't stop looking.
“Oh my god…” I groaned under my breath. “Yes, I do this every day. It's wrong, I know.”
His expression didn't falter.
"With thoughts of other men?" He asked bluntly, making me nod slowly. "Of me?" He asked suddenly, his voice low and intense.
I nodded again, more firmly this time.
"Spread your legs wider apart," he ordered softly.
I spread my legs wider, giving him a better view of my exposed crotch.
Father Michael's eyes flicked between my face and my dick as I continued jerking off slowly. "Do you imagine me doing this to you?" He asked huskily, making me whimper softly.
"Yㅡyes..." I admitted breathlessly.
Father Michael's hand slowly moved to his own crotch, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his own hardening cock, wrapping his large hand around it gently. He started jerking himself off slowly, mirroring my movements across the desk from me.
"Fuck..." I moaned softly, watching him jerk off slowly.
His thick, veiny dick was bigger than mine, the head purple and wet with precome. He started to leak even more as he watched me, his hand moving up and down his length slowly and deliberately.
Father Michael's breathing grew heavier as he jerked himself off slowly, his eyes locked with mine. The sight of me sitting there with my robe open, my legs spread, and my hand moving up and down my dick was driving him wild. He could see my balls tightening and my precome leaking out.
"Touch your balls," he instructed softly, his own hand moving lower to cup and gently squeeze his own.
I reached down with my free hand and started rolling my balls in my palm, moaning softly as I continued jerking off slowly. “Fuck…” I rasped.
Father Michael matched my rhythm perfectly across the desk from me. "God, you're so fucking pretty," Father Michael muttered under his breath, his hand moving up and down his thick dick slowly.
He was jerking himself off so slowly that it was almost torture for both of us. "Look at your dick, so hard and wet…”
I tipped my head back, unable to form any words.
"Spread your legs wider," he ordered softly, wanting a better view of my exposed crotch.
Obediently, I spread my legs even wider, giving him an unobstructed view of my balls, my hard dick, and the wet spot forming on the desk from my precome.
"Do you like having an audience?" Father Michael asked softly, his hand moving slowly up and down his dick. "Does it turn you on knowing I'm watching you jerk off?" He asked, his voice low and husky.
"Yㅡyes," I admitted breathlessly, my hand moving faster up and down my shaft. "It's... it's so fucking hot knowing you're watching me, Father." I whimpered softly, spreading my legs even wider for him.
"Do you like watching me?" I asked shyly, waiting for his answer with bated breath.