Page 96 of Priest

Her hand moves to her clit as I watch her rub it back and forth, her hips rising off the table as she comes, her release coating my dick as I try to hold on. But once my baby sets the bar, she sets it high. And I’m a man after all. I can’t hold on forever.

I pump once, twice, spreading her legs wide as I ram in and out of her cunt and she cries my name over and over. I spurt into the condom, wishing I could release inside her pussy and truly make her mine, stilling as I grip her ankles and empty myself with an almighty roar. It’s past the point of primal. This woman is just as insatiable as I am.

When I open my eyes, she’s got hers closed and she’s got a big grin across her face. Thoroughly fucked and loving it.

“Somethin’ funny?” I let her legs go as they wrap around me. I lean down and press my lips against hers.

Her eyes open. “Nope. Just happy living in this sex bubble we’ve created.”

“Nothin’ wrong with a sex bubble,” I chuckle.

“It is if we never leave the house, Priest.”She frowns then adds. “What’s your real name?”

I was hoping this wouldn’t come up. I’m not exactly screaming it from the rooftops when people ask me. “I changed it as soon as I was old enough.” She gives me a ‘I’m waiting’ look and I laugh. “My mom named me Percival, if you can believe it.”

“Percival?”

“Apparently it was in the family.” I run a hand through my hair. The guys always give me shit about it because it got leaked once. “And I hated it. He was probably an asshole. He was from my mom’s side.”

She doesn’t hold back her laughter. It’s good to see her smile, even if it’s laughing at me. “What did you change it to?”

“Xavier. My middle name is Samuel, which I kept.”

“I like Xavier. It suits you better than Percy.”

I kiss her, not caring about the outside world. “Do me a favor and never call me Percy.”

“Deal.”

“We better get some food in our bodies, because tonight I want you to ride my face while I fuck that hole with my tongue.”

Her chest rises and falls while she hums a contented sound. “I like the sound of that, Xavier.”

I kiss her once more. “I bet you do.”

I lean up, gripping one tit and giving it a squeeze, my hand trailing down her body as I pull my cock out of her. I peel the condom off and tie it in a knot, dropping it on the table next to us.

“I meant what I said,” she whispers. My eyes meet hers again. “I don’t want anything between us. I want you inside me bare, Priest Xavier Samuel.”

I smile, bringing her up to seated as I hold her hands until she’s steady. Her hair is all ruffled and goddamn sexy, just like the rest of her.

My lips find hers once more. “I want that too, baby girl,” I mutter, getting lost once more in our kiss. “I want that more than you’ll ever know.”

21

ISABELLA

Another day passes and I’m completely exhausted. All Priest and me have done is spend time getting to know one another… and rolling around in his bed. The man has a sex drive like I’ve never met, and just when I was thinking it was because he’s been celibate for so long, he read my mind and told me it was a ‘you thing.’

The man gave up his vow to God because of me, and I can tell by the sated look on his face and how calm he is that he’s completely okay with that. As am I.

It’s been a wild couple of days and we put Texas off until the following weekend. Not only have I opened up to him about my family and life within the Italian mafia, but he’s also opened up about his life and some of the stuff that happened in prison. His past is colorful, but like a lot of things with Priest that I’ve come to realize; he’s a good man affected a lot by circumstances completely out of his control.

He’s protective.

He’s generous.

He’s funny. Smart. Sexy.

---