Chapter 113 THREESOME WITH THE REVERENDS? 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
"Yes," Father Michael whispered back, his hand moving faster now too. "I love watching you jerk off like this."
He leaned forward slightly, giving me a better view of his thick cock glistening with precome. "Would you like me to talk dirty to you?" He asked softly.
"Please," I begged softly, my hand flying faster now. "Tell me something dirty, Father." I moaned, looking at him pleadingly.
He smiled slowly, his eyes dark with desire as he started to speak softly and dirty. "I've been wanting to do this for so long," he muttered softly, watching me intently. "To sit here and watch you touch yourself, to talk dirty to you like this... Would you like me to tell you what I'd like to do to you?" He asked, his voice dropping lower.
"Yes," I whimpered desperately, jerking myself off faster now. "Tell me what you want to do to me, Father." I spread my legs even wider, giving him an even better view of my wet cock and balls.
Father Michael groaned softly. "First, I'd spread those pretty legs of yours even wider," he said softly, his hand moving faster up and down his dick. "I'd lean down and suck that wet little cock of yours into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard." He moaned softly at the thought.
Father Michael leaned forward abruptly, his large hands wrapping around my thighs and spreading them even wider. He leaned down between my legs, his hot breath fanning over my wet dick. Without warning, he wrapped his lips around my cockhead and sucked hard.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out.
He hollowed his cheeks and sucked me deep, his tongue swirling around my sensitive shaft. He started bobbing his head up and down slowly, taking me deeper and deeper into his hot mouth. His large hand reached down and gently squeezed my balls while he sucked.
"Fuck, Father..." I whispered softly, my hand moving to his hair to gently tug. "You suck dick so good..." He moaned at my words, sucking me even harder. He started to use his other hand to stroke my shaft in time with his mouth movements.
"You taste so sweet," he murmured against my dick, his tongue fluttering against the sensitive underside. "Like honey and sin..." He took me even deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate my length. His fingers gently played with my balls, rolling them between his fingers.
Suddenly, he pulled off with a pop, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. "But you know what I really want?" He asked softly, his hand still stroking my slick shaft.
Before I could answer, he stood up abruptly and moved around the desk. "You…”
My eyes widened. “What?”
"To bend you over this desk and pound my dick into that tight little hole of yours," he growled, his hands gripping my hips and turning me around.
Before I knew it, I was bent over the desk, my arms spread out and my legs spread wide as his dick pressed against my puckered hole. "You're so fucking tight…”
Just as his dick began to force its way past the first ring of muscle, the door opened again and someone walked in casually, the stack of documents in his hand falling to the floor.
Fuck. We still forgot to lock the damn thing.
My face pressed against the desk, ass up as Father Michael had his hand on my hips, holding me tight as he positioned himself. “Ohㅡ”
Father Baron.
The new Father.
We were so screwed.