“So fucking hot,” he praises, guiding me into the pastor’s chair. “Spread your legs for me.”
“Shepard, we can’t—”
“Spread your legs,” he repeats, his hungry steel-blue gaze boring into me. “Now.”
I lean back and expose my throbbing center to him. Now he knows the undeniable truth.I want him.
“I need to feed her,” Shepard murmurs huskily, sliding his fingers through my sopping folds. “She’s starving for my cock.”
“I’m just horny. My being wet has nothing to do with you.”
He strikes out lightning fast, seizing my slender neck in a vise hold. “What did I say about lying?”
“I’m sorry,” I pant.
Shepard’s dominance skyrockets my temperature, making my slick walls even slicker. He squeezes my throat a little harder, exerting his power over me and I fucking love it. His large hand almost wraps completely around my nape. Everything about this man is super-sized. I should be ranting and raving, but my feminism has left the building.
“You’ll get your spanking later,” he declares. “Right now, I have to anoint this pussy.”
Shepard plucks the anointing oil off the small circular table next to me and pours a few drops onto his index finger.
“What are you—”
My words end on a soft moan as he rubs the amber liquid onto my engorged clit.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” I thrash my head side to side. “Please, don’t stop.”
“Tell me that you belong to me,” Shepard whispers gutturally, languidly stroking my pulsating clit. “Tell me that you’re my good girl.”
“I belong to you,” I say breathlessly, gyrating my hips in tandem with his fingers. “I’m your good girl.”
Sizzling tension violently clenches my belly and spreads to my needy pussy. I shake uncontrollably, unable to handle the sensations bombarding me.
Shepard bows his head, his soft beard teasing my inner thighs. “God, thank you for this bounty I’m about to receive. I’m eternally grateful that you saw fit to bless me with this delectable woman. I will thoroughly cherish her with my tongue, lips, and cock until she creams and squirts all over me. Amen.”
A second later, his mouth is on my clit, sucking and nipping me to completion. I cry out in pure rapture, my back arching and legs quivering but he doesn’t stop. His tongue traces every dip and curve of my swollen bud.
“I can’t,” I whimper, twisting away from him. “It’s too much.”
He growls and digs his unyielding fingers into my thighs, holding me immobile. The strong vibrations shoot through my feminine nerve endings, catapulting me over the precipice once again. Translucent liquid gushes from my convulsing womanhood. I fasten my hands into his silky strands and throw my head back, yelling my pleasure.
Shepard positions his mouth over my mound and greedily drinks me until I’m depleted. I melt against the chair, completely boneless and sated.
“Beau was right,” he states in awe. “She’s sweet as a peach.”
Shepard unzips his fly and pulls his steel length through the opening before pushing into my special warm place. He’s long and thick, just like his big brother. My walls stretch taut, adjusting to his mammoth girth. We both groan at the exquisite feel of him filling me to overflowing. It burns so deliciously.
“We can’t,” I protest weakly.
We’re going to Hell for this. I’m pretty sure fucking in the pastor’s chair classifies as a mortal sin.
“I can’t stop now, Sweet Peach,” Shepard rasps, hooking his muscular arms under my knees. “It’s too fucking good.”
He begins driving into me, fast and hard, stroking every single pressure point inside my hungry pussy. I watch where our bodies meet, captivated by the sight of his marauding erection covered in my white nectar.
“Mesmerizing, isn’t it?” he murmurs, his fervent gaze fixated on the same spot. “I’m going to pump this pretty pussy full of my seed.”
