Page 20 of Dyana
“I had trouble sleeping as well, so I thought time in prayer might help,” Pastor Jeff admitted.
“Did it?”
“I don’t know yet,” he replied as he stood. I could tell he was about to run away, so I quickly dropped to my knees before him and reached for his belt. “What are you doing?” I swear, that was his favorite question. He tried to back away, but I grabbed the waistband of his pants to hold him in place.
I looked up at him from beneath my lashes as I stroked his cock through his pants. He was already hardening, and I knew it was all because of me. I did this to him.
“Praying,” I replied softly. With quick fingers, I got his pants open and dragged them to his ankles, leaving him in his briefs. I wondered if he’d ever been this exposed inside his sanctuary before.
“We can’t do this, Dyana,” Pastor Jeff rasped.
“Yes we can,” I replied as I nuzzled my face against his cloth-covered cock. I took a chance that he might escape and released my hold on him briefly to pull my shirt over my head, baring mybreasts to him. I heard him audibly gulp as I slid my hands back up his thighs to the waistband of his briefs. I grabbed them but paused, a silent question in my eyes. His hands shook as they wrapped around my wrists. I wasn’t sure how this would go, but I absolutely needed it to be his choice. He had to take this final step.
I saw the war of emotions in his eyes—the blazing lust battling against the desire to be faithful. I could practically see the angel and the devil sitting on his shoulders, whispering their words into his ears, fighting to sway him to their side. I saw the moment the devil won, the moment I won. His eyes turned ravenous, and his entire demeanor and posture shifted. He was a man possessed by desire. He was mine.
Pastor Jeff pushed my wrists down, my hands dragging his briefs down his body. As soon as he did, I pulled them the rest of the way down and helped him step out of his clothes so he didn’t end up falling flat on his face at some point. When I looked up again, I was eye to eye with his leaking dick. It wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen, but it wasn’t the smallest. I guided the head to my tongue and licked the precum from the tip. As soon as I swirled it around his head, Pastor Jeff’s knees nearly buckled, and a ragged moan exploded from his chest. I yelped in surprise when he suddenly came violently all over my face. Well, that was faster than I anticipated and clearly a “tell me your wife doesn’t suck your cock without telling me your wife doesn’t suck your cock” kind of moment.
“Dear Lord,” he whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was a curse or a prayer, but I saw rational thought returning to him and knew I had to act quickly. Before he could retreat and end our fun I sucked his entire cock into my mouth to the base and massaged his balls with my hands. I couldn’t let him go with only a blow job, if you could even consider it that. We needed to have sex. Ineeded him to lose control, give in to his basic desires, and like it.
Pastor Jeff’s hands fisted in my hair and for a brief panicked moment I thought he was going to rip me off his cock. Instead he moaned and held me still as he fucked my mouth. That was more like it. I let him use me for his pleasure for a few more minutes before I took control of the situation once more. I pulled off his cock, wiped my face off on my shirt, and then stood and kissed him. As we kissed, I shoved my shorts and panties off and stepped out of them. I tugged the preacher with me toward the altar.
“My turn,” I whispered against his lips. I perched on the top of the altar and spread my legs.
Pastor Jeff didn’t move as he stared at my core, and I sensed he needed a little prompting.
“I think you need to say your prayers again, Pastor.”
He didn’t need more prompting than that as he pulled off his shirt and kneeled on the cushioned knee rest between my open thighs.
I spread my lips open with the fingers of one hand and applied gentle pressure to the back of his head with the other. “Taste me,” I ordered.
The inexperienced man leaned forward and slid his tongue through my lips lightly. I moaned encouragingly for his benefit, not because it felt good. It was pleasant, just not moan-worthy—yet. I’d turn him into a cunnilingus master before too long.
After letting him explore my pussy a little longer I decided it was time to move on. “I need to feel you inside me, Pastor Jeff. I need you to fuck me like the bad girl that I am. Punish me with your cock.” I flipped over and knelt at the altar, looking at him over my shoulder. “Fuck me.”
“Not here,” he rasped as he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me from the altar. I hid my disappointment. I wantedto be fucked on the altar so that every time he prayed he couldn’t help but think of me. However, my disappointment didn’t last long when he set me down in the middle of the aisle. “Here. That way, I can stand at the pulpit every week and be reminded of the sin Jesus sacrificed himself for so that I could be forgiven.”
“Only you?” I asked as he positioned himself between my spread legs.
He cupped my face tenderly and stroked my bottom lip with his thumb. On instinct, I sucked it into my mouth and teased the pad with my tongue.
“You are Satan’s vessel. I’m not sure you can be forgiven.”
He punctuated his sentence with a hard thrust, impaling me on his cock in one smooth motion. Just as I opened my mouth to scream out, his hand covered it, muffling the sound.
“Shut up and take it, my sweet sin. This is what you wanted, right? This is why the Devil sent you to earth: to tempt Godly men with your tight body. To drive them toward the Devil through the false salvation you promise between your thighs.”
His words and the surprisingly experienced way he moved inside of me did things to my body that I hadn’t expected. I had hoped that I’d get a measurable amount of satisfaction from our encounter as a bonus to achieving my objective. I hadn’t expected this. I hadn’t expected him to work my body over until I was a writhing puddle beneath him. I had underestimated Pastor Jeff, and as he pushed us both over the edge and into the abyss, I wondered who the true victor of this battle had been.
Pastor Jeff collapsed on top of me, breathless and satisfied, and I relished the weight of a man I chose to be with on top of me. When he rolled us so that I was sprawled across him, still connected, I almost tried to roll us back.
“Wow,” he panted. “That was... wow.”
“Mmmm,” I hummed in agreement. We lay on the floor in the middle of the sanctuary for some time while I traced patterns on his chest, and he played with my hair before he finally spoke.
“I’m sorry for the things I said. Everyone can be forgiven, and I don’t think you’re a vessel for the Devil,” he apologized.
“Shhh,” I said, placing my finger over his lips. “It was hot. You can preach fire and brimstone to me anytime as long as you’re fucking me into the carpet or whatever surface you’d like to desecrate next.”
