Page 136 of Rather: The Therapist

His request caught me by surprise.

“I–”

“You haven’t left but all I keep thinking about is the moment you do.”

“It has me holding my breath,” I sighed, holding Priest’s gaze.

“Stay a while longer, then.”

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

Feverishly, he kissed my lips. His hand cupped my butt and lifted me into the air. He placed me on the counter and immediately began fondling with the waistband of his pants. His dick sprang to life, exciting me at once. With a straightened spine, I pulled him into my hands. Up and down, I stroked his rigidness.

“Take these off,” he instructed, tapping the leg of my pants.

I didn’t hesitate to lift my butt so he could slide them down. The coolness of the counter raised my skin with fine bumps. Priest pulled me to the very edge and lowered his body until he was hovering over my centerpiece.

He parted my lips with two fingers, exposing my clitoris. Like a vacuum, he sucked it into his mouth and flicked his tongue backward and forward at a rapid pace. He wasn’t playing fair. Not even a little.

“Uh– uhhhh. Yesss.”

My body bounced from the counter, threatening to explode with each flicker of his tongue. How he was able to summon my orgasm in a matter of seconds was beyond me. He was just too damn good and I was just too damn sensitive to his touch. To his tongue.

“Yesssss. Uh!”

My limbs went numb. The stars appeared behind my lids, and my entire center began tingling to the point of gratifying discomfort. It was so damn good it ached.

“Ummmm. Ummmmmm. Wai– Oh God.”

Priest transferred his prize from my pussy to my top set of lips. He parted them with his tongue, and coated my jaws in remembrance of me. In remembrance of what he’d just done and the yoke he was able to extract with hardly any effort.

“Uhhhhh.”

He entered me from below. It felt like I’d been split in half. My walls were so tender, yet they embraced every inch of him. My contractions pulled him deeper, exposing the degree of my hunger.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned against my lips.

His hands cover both ass cheeks. Slightly, he lifted me from the counter and began plowing into me. His strokes were empowering. Though slow, they were commanding. Their potency was quickly consuming me.

“Priest,” I breathed into his mouth.

“Shit too good, Rose,” he grunted. “Too fucking good.”

The quickening of his pace led me to believe his climax was near. I was soaking wet. It was pathetic down there. The mess I’d made couldn’t be cleaned with a wash rag. We’d need a shower. I was leaking profusely.

“This dick bout to cum. Fuck. This dick bout to cum.”

Abruptly, Priest ejected himself. He stepped away slowly with a shake of the head.

“Off the counter. Bend over.”

I couldn’t keep my balance if I tried. The slippery wet counter that was covered with evidence of my explosion assisted with the impossible task he’d given. And, as soon as I’d positioned myself, he was inside of me again.

“Fuuuuuuuck.” The moan had come from the depths of my soul where his dick had reached.

His hand wrapped around the back of my neck. And, the madness began.

Smack.

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