I raised my eyes to meet his, maintaining the connection as he continued to thrust into my mouth. Tears streamed down my cheeks now, but they weren’t from pain. They were from the overwhelming sensation of being completely dominated, of surrendering control to him. His eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown wide as he watched me take him.
“That’s it,” he growled, his pace relentless. “Such a good cocksucker. Is this what you wanted when you were playing footsie under the table? To be on your knees in the dirt, getting your face fucked?”
I moaned around him in affirmation, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure. My own cock strained painfully against my jeans, desperate for attention it wouldn’t get. Not yet. This was about Connor’s pleasure, about taking my punishment like the good boy I wanted to be.
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting my swollen lips to the head of his cock.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Hands and knees. Now.”
My heart hammered in my chest as I scrambled to obey, turning to present my ass to him. The pine needles bit into my palms as I positioned myself, feeling utterly exposed even though I was still fully clothed. I heard Connor spit, and then felt his hands at my waistband, roughly unbuttoning my jeans and yanking them down along with my underwear.
“Look at you,” he said, one hand caressing my exposed ass. “So eager to be used.” His fingers dipped between my cheeks, finding me already slick with lube. “You prepared for this, didn’t you? Before the church dinner?”
I nodded, my face burning with embarrassment and arousal. “Yes, sir. I was hoping...”
His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing through the trees. “Hoping I’d bend you over and fuck you the first chance I got? Such a little slut.”
The words sent a shock of pleasure through me. I pushed back against him, silently begging for more. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing but not entering.
“Ask for it,” he demanded, his voice tight with restraint. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please,” I whispered, too far gone to care about pride. “Please fuck me, sir. I need your cock inside me.”
“Louder,” he growled, pressing just the tip inside, making me gasp.
“Please!” I cried out, not caring if anyone heard now. “Fuck me, Connor. I need it so bad.”
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching me wide. I bit my lip to stifle my scream, the burn and fullness overwhelming in the best possible way. He set a brutal pace that had me rocking forward with each thrust.
His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises, anchoring me as he pounded into me. Each thrust hit that perfect spot deep inside, making my neglected cock bounce and leak between my legs.
“This what you need, pup?” Connor growled, his voice rough and breathless. “Need to be fucked out in the open where anyone could see what a slut you are for my cock?”
“Yes,” I moaned, dropping to my elbows to change the angle. “Oh god, yes.”
The new position drove him even deeper, and I had to bite down on my forearm to keep from crying out loud enough for the whole church to hear. My knees dug into the forest floor, pine needles and dirt sticking to my skin, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the delicious drag of his cock inside me, the way his hips snapped forward with each thrust, claiming me completely.
“Such a tight little ass,” he hissed, one hand sliding up my back to grip my hair, forcing my head back. “Taking my cock so well. This ass is mine, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I gasped, the word barely audible through my panting. “All yours, sir.”
He slowed his pace suddenly, grinding deep inside me, circling his hips in a way that made me see stars. “Show me how much you want it,” he commanded, releasing my hair. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
I didn’t hesitate, pushing back eagerly to meet him. I worked myself on his length, controlling the pace, the depth, showing him exactly how desperate I was for him. The metal ring around the base of my cock made everything more intense, keeping me hard but preventing release until he decided I deserved it.
“That’s it,” he praised, his hands now resting lightly on my hips. “Use me, pup. Show me how bad you need it.”
I fucked myself on his cock with abandon, all thoughts of discretion forgotten. The risk of being caught only heightened my arousal, making each thrust more intense. I could hear distant voices from the church, knew anyone could wander down this path and find us, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of Connor inside me, stretching me, filling me completely.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I need to cum. Please, sir.”
Connor’s hand snaked around to grip my cock, the sudden touch making me jerk and moan. “You think you deserve to cum after that stunt you pulled?”
“No,” I admitted, still working myself back on his length. “But please, I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything.”
His grip tightened around my shaft, careful of the ring as he began to stroke me in time with my movements. “Anything?”
“Yes,” I promised, desperate now. “Anything you want.”
