Forbidden Fires

CHAPTER 3 Pastor Lust

We both knew that what we were doing was wrong. John was the new pastor of my church, and I was only 25 years old, working as the church’s Administrative Assistant. Despite the risks, we couldn't resist our forbidden attraction. Our secret relationship continued for months. We would sneak around, finding any opportunity to be alone together. The thrill of the secrecy only made our encounters more intense and passionate, yet we have not gone all the way yet.

One weekday morning, after a mighty Sunday’s Sermon on temptation, Sex, and sin, I found myself unable to resist the pull any longer. I waited until everyone had left the church before knocking on John's office door. He looked up from his desk, surprise evident in his eyes as he took in my disheveled appearance.

"Sara," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and concern. "What are you doing here?"

"I can't fight it anymore," I said, my voice trembling with need. "I need you, in that way." Eyeing him I pray that he could tell what I meant.

John stood up from his desk and crossed the room to me in two long strides. He pulled me into his arms, crushing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. I moaned into his mouth as he ran his hands over my body, pulling me closer to him so that I could feel how hard he was for me.

"Fuck," he groaned as he broke the kiss. "You're going to be the death of me."

He lifted me onto his desk, pushing aside paperwork and pens to make room for my body.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, searching my eyes for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

"Yes, fuck me, John" I breathed out, urgency filling every word.

That was all John needed to hear. He unbuttoned my blouse with quick fingers, revealing my lace-covered breasts to his hungry gaze. He bent down and took one hardened peak into his mouth through the fabric before pulling it away with a growl of frustration.

"This needs to go," he said, his voice strained with need

In one swift motion, he unclasped my bra and tossed it to the floor. Then his mouth was on me again, hot and wet and so fucking good.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he moved from one breast to the other, flicking his tongue over my nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.

I moaned loudly at the sensation, not caring if anyone outside the office could hear us. All that mattered was this moment. This desperate hunger we had for each other.

John's lips left my breasts and trailed down my body until he reached the waistband of my skirt. Pulling me off his desk, he looked at me with dark eyes filled with lust as he hooked his fingers into the fabric and tugged it down along with my panties.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said, admiration and desire dripping from every word, placing me back on the desk, his mouth was back on me again. On my pussy, Licking and sucking in a way that made me feel like I was going to lose every shred of control I had left.

I threw my head back and let out a loud moan as John lapped at my folds with a hunger that mirrored my own. He found my clit easily, flicking it with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard.

“Fuck," I groaned, gripping the edge of the desk tightly as pleasure coursed through me like wildfire.

John's very skilled mouth on my pussy was too much to bear. I felt like I was on fire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for release. His tongue was like a living, breathing thing, dancing over my clit and driving me wild. I couldn't help but arch into him, wanting more, needing more.

"Oh God, John," I panted, my voice hoarse with desire. "Please, I need... I need to feel you inside me."

He lifted his head, his eyes dark and intense as he took in my desperate plea. "I want that too, Sara. I want to be deep inside you, but I need to make sure you're ready. I don't want to hurt you."

His concern only made me melt further. "I'm ready, John. I want you. Please, don't hold back."

With a growl, he stood up, his erection straining against his pants. He quickly undid his belt and zipper, freeing his thick, hard cock. It bobbed in front of me, the head glistening with pre-cum. I reached out, my hand closing around his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him.

“So beautiful," I whispered, my voice thick with lust. "I want to taste you."

Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth. His cock filled my mouth, the taste of him sending shivers down my spine. I sucked and licked him, my tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit. John's hands found their way into my hair, gently guiding my movements as he moaned and groaned above me.

I loved the power I have over him at this moment. The way his body tensed and his breath hitched as I took him deeper, my throat tightening around him. I could feel his pulse against my tongue, his cock twitching in my mouth.

"Fuck, Sara," he gasped. "You're going to make me cum like this."

I smiled at him, loving the control I have, but I wanted more. I want to feel him deep inside me, stretching and filling me. I stood, my legs weak and my pussy throbbing. John, understanding my unspoken desire, lifted me onto the desk again, positioning himself between my legs.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his eyes drinking me in. "I'm going to fuck you so good, Sara. So, so good."

With that, he lined up his cock with my entrance, the head pressing against my sensitive clit. I cry out, the sensation overwhelming. He pushed forward, stretching me, filling me inch by inch. I felt full, complete, as he buried himself deep inside me.

"Oh fuck," I moan, my eyes fluttering shut. "John, it's so good. So fucking good."

He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate at first, but soon picking up pace. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, my body trembling with each impact. I met his rhythm, my hips lifting to greet him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

"You feel so fucking tight," he groans, his eyes closed as he gave himself over to the pleasure. "So fucking good. I'm gonna cum, Sara. I'm gonna cum so hard for you."

I could feel his climax building, his strokes becoming more erratic, more desperate. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.

"Cum for me, John," I urged, my voice hoarse. "Fill me with your cum. I want it."

With a final, primal groan, he came, his hot seed filling me, his body going rigid as he held himself deep inside me. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I rode out my own orgasm, my body convulsing in pleasure.

We stayed like that for a moment, our breath coming in heavy gasps, our hearts pounding in our chests. Then, slowly, he began to pull out, his cock still glistening with our mingled fluids.

"I can't believe we're doing this," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of wonder and desire. "It's so wrong, but it feels so right."

John smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. "I know, Sara. But sometimes, the forbidden fruit is the sweetest."

John's eyes sparkled with a mix of lust and satisfaction as he withdrew from my body, leaving me feeling empty and yearning for more. He gently laid me down on the desk, my legs still wrapped around his waist, and leaned in to capture my lips in a passionate kiss.

"You're incredible, Sara," he whispered against my mouth, his voice hoarse with desire. "I could fuck you all night and never get enough."

I moaned softly, my eyes fluttering shut as his words sent shivers down my spine. I felt his hands roam over my body, caressing my curves and leaving trails of fire in their wake. He kisses my neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.

"I want you again," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "I need to feel your sweetness on my tongue and your tight pussy on my cock."

Without waiting for an answer, my legs spread wide, and he positioned himself between them. His eyes, dark and intense, locked with mine as he guided himself back inside me.

"Oh fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "So fucking perfect."

As John's body pressed against mine, I became lost in the overwhelming sensations that consumed my every sense. I could hear the soft creaking of the desk beneath us as it struggled to bear our weight, the rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding in a desperate dance of passion. The musky scent of our combined arousal filled the air, intoxicating and primal.

Sitting up, I wrap my arms around him, my nails digging into his back as I urged him to go deeper. His movements were a perfect symphony of strength and tenderness, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge of an all-consuming climax.

"Fuck, Sara," he grunted. "You feel so goddamn good."

His words sent a surge of heat through me, igniting a fire in the pit of my stomach that threatened to consume me. I arch my back, offering myself completely to him, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

John's pace quickened, his hips slamming against mine with an urgency that matched my own. He took one hand off the desk and reached between us, his fingers finding their way to that sensitive bundle of nerves that would send me hurtling over the edge.

"Oh yes," I moaned as he expertly circled his fingers against my clit. "Right there... don't stop."

His lips found mine again in a searing kiss as he continued to drive me toward oblivion. I could feel the familiar tightening in my core, a telltale sign that release was imminent.

"Come for me, baby," he whispered against my lips. "Let go and come all over my cock."

His words were like fuel to the fire within me, pushing me past the point of no return. My walls clenched around him as ecstasy washed over me in a tidal wave of pleasure. Colors danced behind my closed eyelids as I cried out his name, surrendering myself completely to the rapture that consumed me.

As my orgasm peaked, I felt John's body tense above me, his own release imminent. He buried himself deep inside me, his hot seed spilling into me as he let out a guttural groan of satisfaction. Our bodies shook with the intensity of our mutual climax, our ragged breaths mingling in the air.

For a moment, time stood still as we basked in the afterglow of our shared pleasure. Eventually, John's weight became too much and he carefully withdrew from me, a small gasp escaping my lips at the sudden emptiness.

He collapsed into the chair beside the desk, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to catch his breath. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him, a soft smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

-"You know," I said playfully, "if this is what you do during office hours, I can only imagine what you're like after hours."

John chuckled and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "I guess you'll just have to find out," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eye.

I slowly got to my feet and straightened my clothes, trying to restore some semblance of professionalism. As I did, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness that this was all just temporary; a stolen moment in time that would soon be over

But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and I focus on the present. I walked over to where John sat and leaned down to give him a lingering kiss.

"I should probably get back to work," I said reluctantly when we finally pulled apart.

John nodded and gave me an appreciative once-over. "Yeah... but don't think for a second that this is over," he said with a grin. "I plan on making good use of this office."

A thrill shot through me at his words, and I couldn't help but wonder what other naughty surprises he had in store for me. With a playful wink, I turned and made my way back to my desk, determined to finish the day strong.

Little did I know just how much stronger things were about to get.

I took a deep breath and sat down at my desk, trying to focus on the stack of papers in front of me. But as I sifted through the documents, my mind kept drifting back to the electrifying encounter I had just shared with John.

The memory of his touch, his lips, his strong hands on my body, was still fresh in my mind, and it sent a delicious shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of what else he had in store for me.

Lost in my thoughts, the rest of the day seemed to drag on endlessly, each passing minute filled with anticipation and nervous excitement. But finally, as the clock ticked closer to five o'clock, I felt a sense of freedom wash over me.

I quickly gathered my things and made my way toward John's office, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Tiffany had assured me that he would be alone by this time, his other appointments for the day already wrapped up.

As I approached his office door, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly before pushing it open. John looked up from his computer screen when he saw me enter, a smile lighting up his face.

"Well hello there," he said warmly. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, my heart pounding in my chest. "I... um... wanted to talk to you about something," I said, trying to sound confident.

John raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. "Oh? What's on your mind?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

I took a deep breath and approached his desk, my eyes locked with his. "I was thinking that maybe we could continue our conversation from earlier," I said slowly, allowing the words to hang in the air between us.

A flicker of desire sparked in John's eyes as he processed my words, and a slow smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Is that so?" he replied playfully. "And what exactly did you have in mind, my place?"

My cheeks flushed at his question, but I refused to let my nerves get the best of me. Instead, I mustered up every ounce of confidence I had left and gave him a sly smile.

"Yes John, I was thinking that maybe we could take this conversation somewhere a little more... private," I said, letting the full implication of my words sink in.

For a long moment, John studied me intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and desire. Then, without saying a word, he stood up from his chair and walked around the desk until he was standing directly in front of me.

His hand gently cupped my cheek as he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine in a feather-light kiss. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids at the touch of his lips against mine; it was like coming home after a long journey.

When we finally pulled apart, our breaths mingling in the space between us, John looked at me with an intensity that made my knees go weak. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that," he said, his voice filled with raw emotion.

I felt a surge of heat rush through me at his words, knowing that the desire I felt was reciprocated. With a newfound sense of boldness, I reached out and took his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers.

"Then what are we waiting for?" I asked, my voice filled with determination. "Let's continue this conversation somewhere more... intimate."

A devilish glint appeared in John's eyes as he tightened his grip on my hand. "I couldn't agree more," he replied huskily. "Follow me."

He led me out of the office and down the hallway, our fingers intertwined. The sound of our footsteps echoed off the walls, a symphony of anticipation and desire.

Finally, we arrived at his apartment making small talk as we headed to the bedroom. John pushed open the door and flicked on the light switch, illuminating the cramped space with a soft glow.

As he stepped inside, I followed him closely until there was barely any space between us. He turned around to face me, his eyes full of hunger and longing.

"I've imagined this moment so many times," he confessed softly. "And now that you're here... I can't wait to make every one of those fantasies come true." His words sent a thrill through me like electricity coursing through my veins. In that moment, all doubts and inhibitions melted away, leaving only raw desire in their wake.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I whispered seductively as I closed the gap between us. "Show me everything you've been imagining."

With a growl of approval, John crushed his lips against mine in a searing kiss that left no doubt about his intentions. His hands roamed over my body with a desperate hunger as he claimed me with a primal intensity.

I moaned into his mouth, my hands feverishly tugging at the buttons of his shirt as I sought to feel every inch of his bare skin against mine. When the last button gave way, I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, revealing a chiseled chest that begged to be touched.

My fingers traced a path down his torso, exploring every ridge and contour, until they found the waistband of his pants. With a flick of my wrists, I undid the buckle on his belt and tugged it free, relishing in the power I had to unravel him completely.

John's hands mirrored my actions as he quickly undressed me, each touch setting my skin ablaze with desire. When we were both finally naked, our bodies pressed tightly together, there was no space left for secrets or inhibitions.

He lifted me onto a nearby stack of boxes without breaking our passionate embrace. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer until there was no room left for air between us. The hard surface dug into my backside as he ground against me in a deliciously torturous rhythm.

I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against my inner thigh, hot and hard with need. Without thinking, I reached down between my legs and guided him to my entrance, his slick tip teasingly grazing against my folds. A low groan escaped his lips as he eagerly pushed forward, the fullness of his length stretching me in the most delicious way.

We both moaned at the exquisite sensation of our bodies becoming one, the connection between us deepening with every thrust. John's hands roamed over my skin, tracing a path of fire and need as he explored every curve and contour.

I arched my back, offering myself completely to him as he rocked his hips against mine. Pleasure surged through me like a tidal wave, threatening to consume every thought and desire until there was nothing left but this moment.

Our passionate embrace became a symphony of lust and desire, each movement bringing us closer to the edge. I could feel the coil of anticipation tightening within me, ready to unravel into pure ecstasy at any moment.

John's lips captured mine in a searing kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. The world around us faded away until there was only the two of us, lost in a sea of passion and longing.

As our bodies moved in perfect synchrony, I felt that familiar tingle begin to spread from my core. It started as a gentle hum, like the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. But with each thrust and caress, it grew stronger and more insistent until it consumed every inch of me.

With a primal growl that reverberated through my entire being, John drove himself deep inside me one final time. The dam broke, releasing a torrent of pleasure that washed over us like a tidal wave. Bliss coursed through my veins as I succumbed to the overwhelming intensity of my orgasm. My body convulsed with pleasure as wave after wave crashes over me, dragging me deeper into blissful oblivion.

When I finally came back down to earth, panting for breath and covered in a sheen of sweat, John pressed his forehead against mine and gazed into my eyes with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

"Fuck," he whispered hoarsely. "You feel so good you're incredible."

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I traced circles on his back with my fingertips. "So are you," I replied softly. "I'm glad we finally had this conversation."

John chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss against my lips. "Me too," he said, his voice filled with contentment. "And just so you know, this is only the beginning."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, anticipation coursing through me like wildfire. I couldn't wait to see where this unexpected journey would take us, but one thing was for certain—I was ready for every moment, every touch, and every fantasy to come true.

John pulled out of me slowly, making sure to maintain eye contact as my body protested the loss of his warmth. Without breaking our gaze, he lifted me effortlessly in his arms and carried me over to the plush king-size bed that dominated the center of the room.

He lay me down gently on the soft sheets and hovered above me, his eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored my own. My skin prickled with excitement as I watched him reach over to the nightstand and retrieve a small black box.

He grinned mischievously as he flipped open the box to reveal an array of silk ties in different colors. "I thought we could have some fun," he said suggestively. "Are you up for it?"

A thrill shot through me at the thought of exploring new heights of pleasure with John by my side. I nodded eagerly, unable to find my voice as desire coursed through every fiber of my being.

“You're a dirty pastor.” I tease him.

John's grin widened at my response as he selected a deep purple tie from the box. He secured one end around my left wrist and then deftly tied it to the headboard, repeating the process with my right wrist. His touch was confident yet gentle, sending shivers down my spine as I surrendered myself completely to his control.

Once I was securely restrained, John's hands roamed freely over my body, tracing a path of fire and need wherever they went. Every touch sent sparks flying across my skin as he explored every inch of me with a reverence that stole my breath away.

He traveled south, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of hot kisses and gentle bites in their wake. He paused at my breasts, teasing each nipple to an achingly hard peak before continuing his journey downwards.

When he finally reached the apex of my thighs, I was dripping with anticipation. John's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight before him, his fingers trailing through my wetness and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

A low groan escaped his lips as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, never once breaking eye contact. "You taste even better than I imagined," he said huskily. "I can't wait to feel you around me again."

My breath caught in my throat at his words, the ache between my legs intensifying with every second that passed. I tugged against the restraints instinctively, desperate for more of him as he positioned himself at my entrance.

"Please," I begged hoarsely, unable to form any other coherent thought. The need coursing through me was overwhelming, threatening to consume every inch of rationality until there was nothing left but this burning desire.

John's eyes locked with mine as he slowly pushed forward, his thick length sliding into me inch by glorious inch. We both moaned at the exquisite sensation of our bodies becoming one, the connection between us deepening with each thrust.

He filled me completely, stretching me in all the right ways until I thought I might shatter from the sheer intensity of it all. But as our bodies moved together in perfect synchrony, all thoughts and fears melted away until there was only this moment—this overwhelming surge of pleasure that threatened to send us both over the edge.

John's hands roamed over my skin possessively as he set a rhythm that had us both teetering on the precipice of ecstasy. I arched my back, offering myself completely to him as he rocked his hips against mine, each movement bringing us closer and closer to the edge.

The coil of anticipation within me tightened with every thrust, ready to unravel into pure bliss at any moment. I could feel the heat building between us, a delicious friction that threatened to consume us both until there was nothing left but this all-encompassing need.

With a growl that reverberated through the room, John drove himself deep inside me one final time. The dam broke, releasing a flood of pleasure that washed over us like a tidal wave, dragging us under until we were both lost in a sea of passion and longing.

Bliss coursed through my veins as I succumbed to the overwhelming intensity of my orgasm. My body convulsed with pleasure as wave after wave crashes over me, dragging me deeper into blissful oblivion. I was vaguely aware of John's own release as he came undone above me, his primal groans mingling with mine in perfect harmony.

When we finally came back down to earth, panting for breath and covered in a sheen of sweat, John collapsed onto the bed beside me. He pulled me into his arms and pressed a gentle kiss against my forehead, his touch filled with tenderness and awe.

"You're amazing," he whispered hoarsely. "I never knew it could be like this."

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I nestled closer to him, basking in the warmth and security of his embrace. "Me neither," I replied softly. "But I'm so glad we found each other."

John chuckled and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. "So am I," he said earnestly. "And just think...this is only the beginning."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, anticipation coursing through me once again. I couldn't wait to see where this unexpected journey would take us, but one thing was for certain as long as I was with John , I couldn't care wherever we ended up.