Fucks Him

James’ body was still trembling, his breaths ragged and shallow, when Mr. Carson’s hands moved to his hips. The older man’s grip was firm, unyielding, and James could feel the heat of his body pressing against him, the weight of his presence undeniable. He tried to speak, to protest, but the words caught in his throat as Mr. Carson’s fingers dug into his flesh, forcing him to stay in place.

“You think you’re done, Pastor?” Mr. Carson’s voice was low, a dangerous edge to it that sent a shiver down James’ spine. His lips brushed against James’ ear, his breath hot and heavy. “You’re not nearly finished.”

Before James could respond, Mr. Carson’s cock was pressed against his asshole, the thick head nudging against his entrance. James gasped, his body tensing, but the older man didn’t give him a chance to pull away. With a brutal thrust, Mr. Carson pushed inside, stretching James open in one swift motion.

James cried out, his hands clawing at the desk as pain and pleasure crashed over him in waves. It was too much, the stretch almost unbearable, but beneath the discomfort was a raw, primal need that he couldn’t ignore. His body arched, his back bowing, as Mr. Carson’s cock filled him completely, the heat and pressure overwhelming.

“Oh God,” James moaned, his voice trembling. His cock was hard again, throbbing and leaking, as Mr. Carson began to move, his hips slamming against James with a **** that made the desk shake.

“That’s it,” Mr. Carson growled, his hands gripping James’ hips tighter, pulling him back onto his cock with each thrust. “Take it, Pastor. Take every fucking inch.”

James’ vision blurred, his mind consumed by the sensations tearing through him. The pain was fading, replaced by a deep, aching pleasure that made his toes curl. He could feel every inch of Mr. Carson’s cock inside him, the way it stretched him, filled him, hit that spot inside him that made his body tremble.

“You’re such a slut,” Mr. Carson hissed, his voice filled with a mix of disgust and desire. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against James’ back, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of James’ shoulder. James cried out, the sharp pain sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.

“P-please,” James gasped, his voice broken. He didn’t know what he was begging for, only that he needed more. His body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure, and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing back, meeting Mr. Carson’s thrusts with a desperation that shocked him.

Mr. Carson chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound that made James’ stomach twist. He pulled back slightly, his hands moving to James’ ass, spreading him wider, forcing him to take even more of his cock. The older man’s thrusts were slower now, more deliberate, each one driving James closer to the edge.

“Look at you,” Mr. Carson murmured, his voice thick with lust. His fingers dug into James’ hips, his nails leaving marks as he pulled him back onto his cock. “Taking it like a fucking whore. You’re pathetic.”

James moaned, the words sending a rush of heat straight to his cock. He hated how much he loved it, how much he craved the rough, almost cruel treatment. His body was shaking, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, but he couldn’t stop himself from begging.

“Please,” he whimpered, his voice trembling. “Please, I need it harder.”

Mr. Carson obliged, his hips slamming against James with a **** that made the younger man cry out. His cock was throbbing, leaking precum onto the desk, as Mr. Carson fucked him deep and hard, every thrust hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur.

“You’re mine now,” Mr. Carson growled, his voice low and possessive. His hands moved to James’ shoulders, pinning him down as he drove his cock deeper, his balls slapping against James’ ass with each thrust. “Say it.”

“Y-yours,” James gasped, his voice barely audible. His body was trembling, his mind consumed by the pleasure tearing through him. “I’m yours.”

Mr. Carson’s grip tightened, his nails digging into James’ shoulders as he leaned down, his lips brushing against James’ ear. “That’s right,” he whispered, his voice dark and satisfied. “You’re mine, and I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

James’ breath hitched, his body arching as Mr. Carson’s cock hit that spot inside him again. His vision blurred, his muscles tightening as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the heat building in his core, the pressure almost unbearable, and he knew he was going to cum.

“God, I’m close,” James moaned, his voice trembling. His cock was throbbing, aching for release, but he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Mr. Carson’s thrusts became more erratic, his hips slamming against James with a **** that made the younger man cry out. His hands moved to James’ hips, pulling him back onto his cock as he drove himself deeper, his balls slapping against James’ ass with each thrust.

“Cum for me, Pastor,” Mr. Carson growled, his voice thick with lust. His fingers dug into James’ hips, his nails leaving marks as he pulled him back onto his cock. “Let me feel you tighten around me.”

James’ body convulsed, his back bowing as the pleasure consumed him. His cock pulsed, untouched, as he came, his release spilling onto the desk in thick, hot streaks. His ass clenched around Mr. Carson’s cock, the older man’s thrusts becoming more erratic as he was pushed over the edge.

Mr. Carson’s hips stilled, his body pressing against James’ as he came, his cock pulsing deep inside him. James gasped, his body trembling as he felt the heat of Mr. Carson’s release filling him, the sensation overwhelming.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing, the room filled with the scent of sweat and sex. Mr. Carson pulled out slowly, his cock sliding out of James with a wet sound that made the younger man shiver.

James’ body collapsed onto the desk, his legs trembling, as Mr. Carson stepped back. His mind was reeling, his body still shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm, but he couldn’t stop the words that slipped from his lips.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Don’t leave me.”