Page 20 of His Road Dog

She admired his cock in an unaroused state. He was circumcised and large. Some men had surprisingly small packages when not erect, but Priest had her wondering how big he would grow.

In his bedroom, he placed her in the middle of the room at the foot of the bed. The second he let go of her wrists, she slid her hands up his chest and leaned into him. She liked to control the speed they were moving.

He captured her arms again, keeping her hands off his body. She studied him, finding it odd that he touched her, but she wasn't allowed to reciprocate.

Priest brought her arms around to her back and held her wrists together with one hand. With his other, he framed her jaw and tilted her head. He captured her lips softly.

His whiskers brushed her cheeks, her chin, and her chest. The taste of beer still in his mouth, she curled her tongue around his, drawing him deeper. Off-balance from the way he held her, she let her body relax because he completely supported her.

He pulled his head back, then leaned in, brushing his forehead against hers, until his mouth found her ear.

"There are so many things I want to do to you," he murmured.

Her stomach fluttered, and he kissed her again. Soft, tenderly.

She loved the way he felt against her skin. Despite the callouses on his hands, the coarse whiskers on his face, the hard muscles, his lips were plump and lax, even when they were demanding. He nudged her mouth open. Her neck arched, and her jaw relaxed. He swept inside with his tongue. The man could kiss.

She moaned, wishing she had use of her hands to touch him.

He tilted her upright and let go of her. "Get on the bed."

She stepped over and sat, using her arms to scoot into the middle of the mattress. Looking at his erect cock, she caught her lower lip between her teeth. He was beautiful, large, intimidating.

A rush of warmth filled her. She lifted her gaze and found Priest watching her. The first thing that had attracted her was the connection he made with her, and it was no less addictive right now with him watching her in such a powerful, possessive way.

She patted the bed. Her palms itched to touch him.

He made no move to join her. She glanced down. He was obviously enjoying being with her. It wasn't easy to hide behind changing his mind when he was standing in front of her without any clothes on.

"No limit?" he asked.

Again, she wasn't sure what he meant. She moistened her lips. Her schedule was open, except for Saturday. She could stay for as long as he wanted. Sex should never have a time limit, anyway. Like him, she wanted to go as long as it took for both of them to feel good.

"I'll stay until you kick me out." She grinned, reaching for him.

He took her hand and brought her closer. "Sit with your back against the pole."

She scurried, looking up and back. The four-poster bed had tall corners. She'd noticed the first time she'd caught a glimpse inside his room that he had a king-size bed. Back home, when she had a room and private area, her mattress sat directly on the floor. Her parents had never been into furniture, preferring swing chairs, hammocks, and beanbags in the living room instead of a sofa and recliner.

She hadn't thought about the differences until she'd left home and gone out on her own. To her, everyone in the community growing up lived a similar lifestyle. But she quite liked the grandiose style of how other people lived.

Priest owned her dream home. A dream she hadn't known about until meeting him, and that was the coolest thing to learn about herself.

Priest stood behind the pole and reached around her. She looked down at her chest when he started working the buttons loose on her flannel shirt.

Frustrated halfway down the front, he pulled at the opening he'd created and ripped the buttons off the rest of the shirt. Her breath hitched.

He peeled the material off her shoulders. Her arms went behind her as he slid her sleeves down to her wrists. The flannel tightened, drawing her hands together. She looked over her shoulder and met his gaze.

He'd tied her to the bedpost.

Her breathing deepened. Naked and unable to pry her arms apart, she pursed her lips, drawing air into her lungs.

It was frightening.

Yet, the way Priest looked at her was exciting.

Nobody had taken her free-will away.

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