The Pastor Of Kink

The

Pastor

Of

Kink

Debbie Williams

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FOREWORD

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

CHAPTER TWENTYTWO

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

When I first started writing this book, it was a standalone story. One that I thought would be done with in one.  How wrong I was! For those of you who have been waiting for this book after reading my shared first chapter there are two more books about Trey Prescott to come.  A Prequel and a Sequel.

I as usual have to thank my beta readers for their help in writing this, without them giving their input I wouldn’t be ready to publish.

I have a few other people to thank so here goes

My lovely husband Craig who sat and painstakingly edited this book (even adding in a few touches of his own). Thank you baby, love you to the moon and back.

My lovely PA Lisa Davall, who is always there giving encouragement even when I doubted myself. Laters Baby XOXO

Someone I met via Facebook when she asked if she could interview me for her blog. Louise Evans who has become a good friend full of encouragement and awesome at making teaser
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Anhalt Photography and Design for making my cover look so awesom
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Finally I have got to give my muse for Trey Prescott and also my cover model a big thank you too.

Gints Valdmanis and his beautiful wife, Juta Valdmane; for allowing me to use their image as my cover. 

Not a thank you this time but a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my grandson Orion who has his birthday today the day of release for Pastor Tre
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ISBN number 9781849147866

“ Hey Girls” I sat down at the table in the diner with my four friends; it was coffee time and our weekly gossip session. A time when us ladies, from the small women’s section of the only meeting house in our little township, could sit and discuss upcoming events. To be totally honest with you; our group was a select one so select it consisted of just us five.

Let me introduce you to the girls, first we have

Cathy, quiet little dormouse of the group, small and petite, a neat little figure and amazing deep chocolate brown hair.

Roisin was our resident redhead, she really made the rest of us girls sick, she had beautiful long red curls with deep green eyes all topped off with fair skin and freckles, oh and the most delectable Irish accent you would ever hear.

Tess was our English rose, long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, legs that went on forever and a wicked sense of humour.

Becca was a raven haired, hazel eyed, bossy cow. Yes I know so it’s cruel to be nasty about someone, but it’s the truth; if she was to describe herself, she would be in the middle and the world would revolve around her, she always felt that she has to be in charge of everything all the time.

That leaves me, Cassie, six foot, bronzed Amazonian queen, and I knew I looked hot most of the time. Ok I will be truthful; I am a plain Jane, only good thing I have going for me is my boobs and my personality. I am one of those girls where my boobs announce their arrival before the rest of me.

Now let me get back to telling you all about the townships excitement.

I sat down with the rest of the girls and waved to Betty our elderly waitress, she had been here forever, and never seemed to change. She sauntered over with her usual smile and coffee pot in hand. “Well girls have you seen him yet?”

“Seen who?” we all replied in a high-pitched chorus of synchronicity. Betty pushed her bum onto the only space left in our booth and leant forward “well girls it would seem we have a new Pastor, I haven’t seen him myself but Madge Green tells me he is a hottie” we all howled laughing. Betty and Madge’s’ version of hot and our version of hot could be best described as chalk and cheese

Excitement buzzed through us all, it wasn’t very often we got new male blood in town, we all smiled as we thought about the rumour mill starting with stories about Betty and Madge with the Pastor.

I leant forward and lifted my coffee, I took a long slurp from the mug and looked down the diner, my eyes were drawn to a guy sat on a stool at the counter. I hadn’t seen him in here before; we were too far off the beaten track for it to just be a passer by so he must be here on a delivery. Yeah definitely judging by the muscles, probably up at the lumberyard. 

“EARTH CALLING CASSIE, COME IN CASSIE”

“What? What?” I replied, all four of them sat watching me, I realised my mouth was hanging open and I
was drooling slightly. I soon realised from the warmth of my cheeks that I was also more than just a little embarrassed; but I could also feel a longing deep inside. It had been so long since I had been with anyone; in fact it had been 5 years. The whole reason I had moved back to Dullsville was because of Josh; he had used me to get to someone else; that someone else was the person he had really wanted. I was the girl he used to make Carol Anne jealous; and it had worked. Only I was the one who was left to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. So I packed up my bags and moved back home.

Now I was sat with my friends drooling over a man I would never see again or ever be likely to have a chance with, he was well out of my league. He must be six feet tall, short well kept hair, muscles on top of his muscles and some extremely suggestive tattoos; and they were the ones I could make out.

I felt an elbow dig in my side and turned to see Cathy giving me a quizzical look “spill it lady” she ordered.

“Have you seen the guy at the counter? That man could get between my thighs at anytime of the day or night, in fact he could stay there all day and all night if he wanted” I motioned towards him with a tilt of my head.

I stifled a giggle as they all looked at him at the same time; we sure didn’t have a reputation for being subtle. “Pick your tongue up off the floor Roisin you hussy”

“What do you mean by that bitch?” came her reply with that accent that could have any guy hard in seconds. We all laughed loudly drawing the attention of the sex god. He flashed one hell of a smile our way and you could have heard the orgasmic moan a mile away.

Cathy near exploded with excitement as she saw him get up off his stool and head our way. He stood and leant on the back of the booth giving us that smile once again. Did I mention yet that this guy had muscles on his muscles, all encased within a white t-shirt; the reflection of his ass in the mirrored wall was enough to make us need a drool bucket.

“Good morning ladies”, he said, looking at us all in turn. Oh dear god! His rich toned voice could melt the coldest of hearts. He leant forward and took Cathy by the hand “Pastor Trey Prescott, lovely to meet you” Cathy being the quiet one instantly went as red as a beetroot and looked down into her cup. Instantly there was a combined jolt of realisation from the rest of us

WHAT? Pastor? Mr Muscles is the new pastor? Every one of us was now hanging onto his every word. I couldn’t help but splutter on my coffee; I coughed loudly as the hot liquid went down the wrong way; near jumping off my seat as he patted my back “you ok there beautiful?” I fanned myself as his warm voice raced through my senses, I felt my breasts heave, my nipples harden and it continued downwards, straight to my clit which suddenly felt very sensitive. I looked up into his crystal blue eyes and felt like I was about to drown in those pools of lust. I know it was wrong but I wanted this man like I had never wanted a man. I had never had that jolt of electricity chase through me from hearing a voice.  I just wondered if the cock was as gorgeous as the body, as I suddenly found myself imagining what he could do to me with it.

“So which one of you beautiful ladies is the leader of your group?” his rich voice enquired. I felt the eyes of my four friends burn into me. Gathering my wits I looked up and was met by those eyes once again “Err That would be me” I squeaked. Totally out of character for me, I am usually quick to respond to anyone, but this man had me completely overwhelmed. I offered my hand and introduced myself “Cassie Walker” I gasped slightly as that spark shot through me at the touch of his hand. I was in trouble with this one.

“Miss? Or Mrs?” he asked almost in a whisper “Miss” I replied in what I thought was a confident tone, but hearing the muffled laughter from the girls it was obviously pathetic to hear. “Well Miss Walker” he continued, placing the emphasis on the ‘Miss’.  “Would you like to join me for coffee so you can tell me what you ladies have planned for the next few weeks? I like to keep up on local events” I looked upwards and whispered a mental prayer of thanks; we sure did need some new eye candy in this town. “Sure let me get my things” I smiled and grabbed my bag. Getting up from the booth I grinned at the others and was met by a chorus of “CALL ME LATER” Nosey bitches!

He stood tall as I approached him, taking my hand he lead me out of the diner and to his truck, opening the passenger door he helped me climb in. Once he was in his seat he leant toward me, reaching for the seatbelt, he secured it and our eyes met; there was that spark again. HOLY COW my insides turned to jelly. Before I could gather my senses, his mouth crashed into mine, his tongue hungrily dancing with mine. He kissed deep and long before withdrawing slowly “Now lets start over,” he whispered breathlessly. He turned the key in the ignition, roared the engine and pulled out of the space before I had chance to even think about the kiss. Like I said I was in trouble with this one.

We pulled in by a house on the edge of town, this wasn’t the usual place the Pastor of our town would live in, and this confused me.  He strode round to my door and lifted me out the truck. He placed me down as he opened the door and lifted me in his arms again. I was surprised by his behaviour, I thought we were going to have coffee and discuss events; this was a strange coffee meeting if you ask me. He kicked the door closed behind us, I hadn’t even had a chance to utter a word, he had swung me down slightly, but before I could put my feet down to the floor he manoeuvred his body against mine and expertly pinned me against the wall, my legs automatically raised up and gripped around his waist as his mouth continuing where it had left off in his truck, His hips pressed against mine, my eyes widened as I suddenly felt the rod in his trousers. Ladies I can only describe is as hard, very hard and big and damn ladies I can tell you I mean B I G!

I tried to clench my thighs together as I felt myself getting wetter down there but his strong body kept them apart. His hands roughly caressed my breasts as his kiss deepened. His right hand lifted my top, and then pulled my bra cup down. His mouth trailed kisses down to my already erect nipple, sucking it in between his lips, he nibbled gently sending my senses soaring, a deep throated groan left me, My legs untangled themselves from his waist and I felt solid ground again. His response was to move lower while his strong hands held my hips, keeping me upright, until he was on his knees before me. Great position for a Pastor I thought to myself. I was wearing a short denim skirt that showed my legs off to the full. His left hand traced its way up my thigh as his right grabbed the side of my panties and pulled hard. They gave way easily; he lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Dear god this man was on another level, I didn’t know if I was repulsed by this or turned on. I took a deep breath that caught in my throat as he nuzzled into my folds. “OH MY GOD” I was taken back by how fast this was moving, I really wanted to stop, really I did. OK I didn’t! Deep down inside I wanted him to fuck me hard then I wanted to ride him like a bucking bronco.

I looked down and met those eyes briefly, my knees wobbled slightly as his tongue licked me from top to bottom, then he thrust it deep inside and groaned, the vibration near made me orgasm there and then.  He kissed his way back up to my breast, bit my nipple hard then thrust his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, this was too damn hot to handle. His hand reached down and unbuttoned his jeans then his zip, he pushed them down over his hips. Crap he had no pants on beneath them and his monster of a cock sprung free.  He lifted me off my feet again: placing the head of his rod against the fold of my wet opening and then allowed my weight to swallow his hardness. Just when I thought I had all of him fully inside me, he slammed up inside me hard.  So hard I screamed at the shock. He fucked me hard; so hard my butt hit the wall with each thrust; I could feel the sweat running down my back, which added to the noise as my butt hit the wall. This went on for fifteen minutes, he didn’t slow the pace once. I had more orgasms in that time than I have had in a whole night with anyone else. I swear I almost lost consciousness at one point, I was in a daze of drunken debauchery and then I felt his cock harden even more as he plunged into me one last time and exploded; I could feel the heat as he emptied himself into me.

“FUCK you didn’t use a condom” 

“Cassie I am so sorry I was just so desperate to fuck you” came his reply. I blushed at his comment. He pulled me toward him again and kissed my lips tenderly. I glanced down in shock he was hard again already this man was unreal.

“Oh BABY don’t be thinking I have finished with you yet, that was just a taster of what I have to give and I intend to do lots of giving while you’re here”

HOLY FUCK I was going to be walking like John Wayne after this, but I don’t care. I WANT MORE, A LOT MORE.

I grabbed him as if to push him away, but instead swung him round and backed him against the wall, “my turn” I whispered and dropped to my knees. Leaning forward I closed my hand around the base of his cock and ran my tongue from base to tip, rolling my tongue around the head, feeling a mixture of his juices and mine, he placed his hands behind my head and pushed himself deep into my mouth, gagging slightly, I opened wider, he thrust himself in and out, in and out. I tried to pull away but he was having none of that. Suddenly he was in control again. Holding my head still he fucked my mouth over and over until he shouted out and filled my throat with his orgasm. Once he released the back of my head I fell forward resting my forehead against him, I had never ever had this kind of session.

Now yes reader I know you’re probably thinking surely he had finished now, well you’re wrong, he wanted more. He carried me up to his bedroom, where he removed the rest of my clothing before he stripped completely. This time he made the slow gentle moves taking me ever higher, as he felt my inner muscles begin to tighten, he rolled me onto my stomach and pulled me up onto my knees, entering me again he started to fuck, and when I say fuck I mean OH MY GOD, FUCK!!!!!!!!!!  He grabbed my hair in one hand pulling my head back, his other hand reached around and between my legs to my clit; he rubbed it in a circular motion with firm pressure. All I could do was moan between gasps for breath, he felt like he was going deeper with each thrust, so deep it was painful yet not a bad pain, it was an intense erotic pain, it hurt yet I wanted it harder and deeper and was vocal about what I wanted. He grunted with each thrust until he quickened the pace as we both panted between gasps for breath, he shuddered as I began to tremble, I gripped him hard but he came so hard I couldn’t hold it all. His bed wet with a mixture of our fluids.