Page 37 of His Road Dog

Chapter 14

Priest

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DAYLIGHT SEEPED THROUGHthe thin curtain in the motel room. Priest, holding the crotch of Nicole's cutoffs to the side, licked her pussy. He'd held out long enough to see what Nicole would do during the night when he gave her the freedom to act on her own.

His balls had ached, enjoying the off and on hardness of her fingers wrapped around his cock, gripping him, throughout the entire time she'd slept. The pain a welcome distraction from his problems. The pleasure kept him grounded to Nicole, knowing even as she slept, she stayed aware of holding him.

Her body writhed on the bed. She stretched her legs and sighed. Even in her sleep, she sought pleasure. He'd never met someone who could make the simplest things sexy. Watching her eat each fry last night was foreplay for a man like him who needed more than sex in the missionary position.

Nicole reached down between her legs, ran her hand over his head, and found his cheek, holding her palm against the side of his face. He circled his tongue around her clit, playing her body in a way that kept her hips moving, pushing her pussy against his mouth.

Wetness from her arousal seeped onto his beard. She was a heavy sleeper and allowed him to enjoy the moans and stretches she'd gone through as he took his time exploring her with his mouth.

He sucked her clit between his lips. Her body trembled, stiffened.

"Michael?"

His cock pulsed bigger, harder, confined in his jeans. That husky whisper of his name stroked every nerve in his body.

He raised his arm, bringing his hand down on her chest, between her breasts, and held her to the mattress. As she roused from sleep, his determination to bring her pleasure increased.

Continuing to stimulate her with his tongue, he no longer played.

Her moans filled the small room. He held back, pushing the need to overpower her down.

Her hand shook against his cheek, and she dug her fingers into his beard.

His body overheated. He held her down as quivers rocked her body, and her leg muscles gripped him in her climax.

Slowly, he licked her to calmness until her thighs let go of his head, and the only thing moving was her thumb, stroking his cheek. He let her shorts fall back to cover her pussy.

He kneeled between her legs, took off his shirt, and wiped her wetness off his face with the material. Nicole blinked to awareness, and a soft smile curled her lips.

"Morning," she drawled.

He growled. "Morning."

He got off the bed, undid his belt, his zipper, and his ass tightened at the relief of letting his cock free. Fisting the base of his dick, he stepped toward the head of the bed.

Hooking Nicole's neck, he brought her face closer. A vision in front of him with her tousled curls springing out in all directions, she licked her lips the closer she got to his cock.

He squeezed himself harder, tapping the head of his dick against her cheek. She turned, opening her mouth. He moved his erection, slapping her chin with the part of him she wanted, avoiding her lips.

She reached up and covered his hand, trying to pry his fingers off. He wouldn't give her that. Not yet.

He dragged his dick across her face, rubbing the pulsing head across her silky cheeks. She turned, side to side, following the drop of pleasure at the tip.

"You want it?" He moved the shaft along her face.

"Mm." She opened her mouth and arched her neck, trying to entice him.

"Beg."

She closed her mouth. The cords of her neck convulsed as she swallowed, making his balls ache.

"Beg," he said louder.

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