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She immediately does as I say, the tiny little scrap of lace covering her barely there pussy comes into view as I keep my eyes firmly on hers. She’s so fucking sweet.

If those panties come off, all bets are off, too.

I groan when I slide my hand under her waist band and find her freshly shaved and so fucking wet that she soaks my hand. All the blood rushes to my dick.

“So wet for me, Bella?”

She runs her hands down my body, feeling all of my muscles and I let her. My dick presses up against her thigh. So close, yet so far.

“Rub yourself on me,” she breathes.

I shake my head. “The deal was your pleasure, little one, not mine.”

“But…”

I press a finger to her lips. I’m barely holding on here, and I can’t let this go any farther than me fingering her. I swirl my fingers through her wet folds, groaning as she soaks my fingers.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” I mutter. “Has anyone given you pleasure like this before?”

She shakes her head.

Good.

I swirl my thumb over her clit and incomprehensible words leave her mouth. She shudders as I press harder, watching her face change as she crunches her eyes closed and lets go. She comes as I swirl my thumb around and around. She presses up into my hand, grinding as she cries out; “Priest!” Her orgasm takes a hold and I watch as she rides through it, her breathing hitching in her chest as her skin pinkens delightfully.

Her hands grip the back of my neck as I hover over her. “That’s it, let go. Tell me what I do to you, Bella. How I make you feel.”

I play with her folds, pulling on her labia gently as she moans.

“You make me feel alive,” she whispers. “Put a finger inside me, Priest.”

I don’t want to take her virginity that way. No. I can’t finger fuck her like that… but if I went one knuckle… I’m sliding in before I can even stop myself and she moans my name like a silent prayer on her lips. It isn’t deep, but it’s enough. Both of our sins combine as I move my finger in and out slowly. She’s so tight. I can’t even imagine what it would feel like to have my dick inside that tight little hole.

I finger her in and out, careful not to go too deep, when I slide a second finger in, she grips my biceps and what I’d give for her to slide my boxers down and cup my dick. If she does, I won’t stop her. But this is about her, not me. This is all about my sweet little Bella and making her feel good.

Even if I know it’s wrong and that we should stop, I just want to give her one more. Then another. Then another. Until she can’t remember anyone else's name except mine.

13

ISABELLA

“Oh, God,” I cry. His fingers work inside me, not penetrating deep but it’s enough. His fingers are thick and calloused and sexy as sin. All of this is a sin.

His mouth on my breasts, suckling and teasing. His hard length pressed against me, begging for attention. And I want to give it to him. I want to please him, but he won’t let me.

“Let go,” he coaxes. “Call my name, Bella, let me know who’s makin’ you feel like this.”

“Priest!” I go over the edge, my slickness coating him as he groans, watching me fall apart underneath him. I need him so badly. I need his body on top of me.

His mouth moves back to my nipple as I hang on for dear life, enjoying every single lick and suck as he pleases me. His fingers still play with me, but he stops pumping me. Holding himself off me with one hand planted on the mattress, I feel another orgasm building. He’s going for gold and I’m loving every second of it.

“I want you,” I whisper. “Priest, I want you inside me.”

He moves his mouth to my neck, nibbling and sucking gently. “No, Bella.”

“Why?”

His fingers brush over my sensitive clit, teasing me. “You know why.”

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