Page 129 of Rather: The Therapist

I lifted my leg and brought his head forward. I fed him the pussy he was desperate to feel. As if he’d missed his last six meals, he opened his mouth to receive my meatiness.

“Tongue.”

When it was visible, I lifted slightly and placed it right at my opening. Back and forward, I rocked my body.

“Ummmm.”

With each stroke of his tongue, I shuddered. When the feeling became too intense, I lowered my body and pressed my clit against his tongue. Simultaneously, I leaned over and extended my arm to pull his dick into my hand.

“Rather,” he whined.

Disregarding his pleas, I stroked his length.

“Shhhhhh.” I commanded silence.

His bulge reappeared near the center of his shaft. It was such a beautiful sight. Hunger pains knotted my stomach. I aborted my mission to ride his face until I peaked. Instead, I fell flat on my knees with his dick in my mouth and his balls in my hand.

Ssspuh! I spat the saliva that had pooled in my mouth as I marveled as the beauty of his girth.

“Fu– ckkk.”

“Mmmmm.”

Each time he reached the back of my throat, I hummed. The tip of his dick met the vibrations over and over, sending Priest spiraling. Just when his ass tightened and his legs stiffened, I popped him out of my mouth and sat back on my legs.

“Fuck is you trying to do to me?” He groaned, frustrated with the edging.

“Hm?” I forged my innocence, pretending I wasn’t aware of what he was complaining about.

As I did so, I climbed up and straddled him in the chair.

“You gone make me cum in that pussy, Rather. You gone make a nigga cum in that sh?—”

I stood up, allowing his dick to fall right out of me and onto his thighs. A mess was made. My stickiness streaked his meat and the rest of his center.

“Uhhhhh!” My time had come, too. I was on the brink, but I wanted us to share the bliss.

“Fuck. Come back here. Get back on this motherfucker,” Priest pled with me. “Rather.”

“Shhhhh.”

I covered his lips with mine. My pussy was aching for its release. I’d been teasing him, but I’d been teasing myself, too. For an hour straight, I refused to let Priest cum. I was ready, now, but I needed him to say the magic word.

“Say please,” I whispered, kissing him deeply.

He pulled back from me, staring at me with regretful eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was getting himself into an hour ago, but he’d surely found out. In the future, I hoped he made wiser choices. This was nothing in comparison to what I was capable of.

“Please!”

I reached behind me and fisted his hammer. I drove it inside of me and propped both feet up on the left and right stretchers for balance.

Up.

Down.

Up.

“Oh God!”

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