Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“Fuck baby! Fuck fuck fuck!”
He pumps over and over again as my ass contracts, milking him of that precious seed. I cry out again, my cheek pressed to the smooth wood as my butt squeezes him, loving that deep penetration.
When we’re both done, the two of us double over and fall onto his desk. Cocooned in his arms, I take a few moments to find my breath.
Oh my god, what just happened? I almost feel like I just flew out of my body to hover somewhere in space, floating in a daze of pleasure. But that can’t be because I’m right here, in church with my pastor doing dirty things.
What we did must be wrong, and yet it was just one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had in my life. I don’t want it to end, but everything good must conclude sometime. Slowly, Jordan moves off me. He pulls out, groaning as he does so, and backs up. I can hear him pulling his jeans back on, his belt buckle clicking as he closes it.
Suddenly, I leap into action. I’m standing here, half-naked, with a stream of hot cum trailing from my ass. Who does this? Moreover, without Jordan’s bulk shielding me, the AC from the church blasts across my back, making me shiver.
With shaky hands, I stand up and pull my underwear and jeans back on. I look over my shoulder at the handsome pastor, waiting to see what kind of move he’s going to make. This is all one hundred percent new to me. I’m not even sure what people do after something like this, much less what they say to one another.
“Um Mira,” Jason begins, looking around the room, clearly ill at ease. Maybe he doesn’t know what to do either. We’re both feeling awkward, that’s for sure, and I shuffle my feet, looking down. Oh my god. I wrap my arms around my body, wanting to find a way to disappear.
It might be best if I simply leave.
“I think I should go.” I nod towards the door. I don’t immediately make a move to leave, waiting to see if he’ll stop me. But when Pastor Jordan remains rooted in place, I realize I’m effectively being dismissed. I edge towards the exit, and looking once more over my shoulder, I wonder if Jordan might say something at the last moment.
But he doesn’t. He merely looks down at the carpet, a swirl of emotions running over that handsome face.
Fuck. I feel like I’ve made a huge mistake. Quickly, I run from the office, down the hall, and then burst into the main area of the church. Fortunately, no one’s there and I scamper down the aisle before rushing into the bright sunlight.
Once I’m free, the only thought going through my head is that I cannot believe that I just did that. I mean, I just did the naughty with my pastor in his office. On church premises. What the hell?
It’s totally and completely insane. I’m trying to screw my head back on right, but so many thoughts are rushing through my mind that I might not be able to think straight for a good amount of time.
I don’t know where to go or what to do. There’s no one I can talk to about this. After all, my family is a big no. They’ve very religious and would be shocked and horrified. Campus counseling is a big no too because they’re not religious enough. Even the police are a no. They’d probably arrest Pastor Jordan even though I really wanted it.
Where do I go? What do I do?
Jessie is normally my first choice, but I’m not totally sure how she would react. It could really go either way with Jessie. We’ve bonded over how much bad luck we’ve had with men, but still. This is an extraordinary turn of events, and Jessie might just lose it.
Most people turn to a religious figure at times like these, so I guess I could ask Pastor Jason, but immediately, I strike that thought. It’s too weird. He’s literally best friends from divinity school with Pastor Jordan, and that would be like going back into the lion’s den looking for trouble.
My last choice is to just wait and see. After all, I wanted what just happened. It was out of the blue, and sure, we were really awkward with one another afterwards. But something tells me that everything’s going to be okay. Pastor Jordan was wonderful, and if anything, I want to talk to him again.
My stomach rumbles, and I look down ruefully. Clearly, nothing can stop my appetite, and I could really go for a burger right about now.
You know what? I’m going to treat myself to some fast food. I know I shouldn’t because supposedly Mickey D’s and all those places are bad for you. But on this special day, I’m going to indulge. It’s worth it, because I’ve pushed through boundaries that I thought would never be broken and smiling happily, I push open the glass door beneath the golden arches.