Reluctantly Deflowered by Pastor Graham Read Online Free Page B

I felt dirty, loathsome. It
should have made me ashamed, but it only made me want his cock
more.
    “Now that we've taken care of that,” Pastor
Graham said. His cock pressed ahead again, torturing me with its
proximity to my thoroughly soaked snatch. “We can exorcise your
demons properly.”
    “Look at how wet you are,” Pastor Graham
said. I started to reply, but the head of his dick entered my pussy
and my reply turned into a keening moan. It hurt, just a little,
but it felt so good that I could barely contain myself. He held it
there, stretching my poor little pussy out as I squirmed under his
hand, lewdly impaled by his thick cock.
    “There we go,” he said, pressing forward. The
shaft was a little smaller than the head, so my cunt closed around
it as he worked his way deeper into me. My fingernails dug into the
wood of the desk, but Pastor Graham paid it no mind. I felt a sharp
pinch as he pushed forward, and then it was gone. My derriere still
throbbed, but it was just background noise to the new sensations he
subjected me to.
    His thighs met my ass, and I could feel his
whole cock inside of me. It was indescribable, being filled so
completely by this man of God. He pulled back and I closed my eyes.
Colors seemed to explode in the darkness as he fucked me with long,
slow strokes. He paused at the apex, the large head of his dick
teasing my tight hole before he plunged deeper. I groaned and
whimpered each time, my brow breaking out in sweat.
    He leaned forward, so that I could smell the
clean, honest scent of a real man. It was hard to place, no
cologne, no perfumed aftershave, just clean and musky. He quickened
his pace, rocking the desk back and forth as he used me. My moans
grew louder, too loud to be contained by the small room. He let off
of my back and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me up to him as he
continued to fuck me.
    “Do you like that, Maggie?” he whispered in
my ear. “Do you like being used like a whore?”
    I was shocked, but it only added to my lust.
“Yes,” I said, unable to deny what I was feeling. “I like it.”
    He forced my head back down and put his hands
on my hips. His thick fingers bit into my flesh as he held me in
place. His powerful haunches worked even harder, fucking my virgin
cunt with a ferocity that surprised me. The desk screeched across
the wood floor and I feared it would collapse. It felt fantastic.
Each powerful thrust drove me deeper into the pit of my desire, and
closer to climax. The slapping sound of flesh on flesh mingled with
my cries of pleasure as he fucked me into oblivion.
    It built quickly, driven by the combination
of his words and the intense, hard fucking he delivered. I couldn't
hold on any longer and went over the edge.
    “Ahhh! I'm coming,” I screamed. It was harder
than before, and my vision washed out for a split second as I lost
control of my body. I could feel my little cunt squeeze his thick
rod, and it only seemed to prolong my pleasure. He held it inside
of me, glorying in the quivering mess he'd created of me.
    It ended, and I was spent. Sweat seemed to
ooze out of every pore. He pulled his cock out of me and I sighed,
sorry to see the source of my lust go. I needn't have worried,
though. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up, and my desire
rose again with the rough treatment. He spun me around and picked
me up. I was like a doll in his hands, ready to be twisted and
turned in any way he saw fit. He dropped me, sitting, on the desk
and pulled me forward, toward his cock.
    “I want to see your face when I put my seed
inside of you,” he said.
    My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe
what I just heard. “Pastor, no,” I said. What if I got pregnant?
What about Danny? “You might get me pregnant.”
    “You'll be married in a week,” he said,
pushing me down. “Now hush, girl.”
    I pushed myself up, but found his hand at my
throat, forcing me back down. It should have scared the shit out of
me, and it did, but it also made me