Page 22 of His Road Dog

He slid his finger between her legs and circled her clit. Her head fell forward, landing on his chest. He cupped the back of her neck, holding her still while he rubbed her wetness around her pussy, slipping a finger inside of her making her gasp.

"I'm going to go easy on you tonight." He kissed the back of her head. "But the next time, I'm going to push you, make you beg for my cock."

She shook her head. "No."

"Oh, yeah." He plunged his finger in her deeper than before.

She came up on her toes. "Yes."

He chuckled. "I think you're ready."

"I'm so, so ready." She panted. "Please, untie me. Please."

His finger left her body. The binding loosened. She pulled her hands free and reached up, grabbing Priest's head, his neck, his shoulders. Pressing her breasts against him, she lifted her foot off the floor and rubbed her thigh against his outer leg.

He walked her backward. The back of her knees hit the mattress. Her world tilted as he took her down on the bed.

Settled between her legs, he nudged her inner thigh with his hardness, and his upper body stretched off to the side. She kissed his chest, rubbing her hands down his sides.

The crinkle of a foil wrapper arched her body. Priest pushed up to his knees. She pushed up to her elbows. He rolled the protection over his cock. Over his beautiful, beautiful cock.

She hooked her ankles behind his thighs, pulling him down, and looped her arms around his neck. He captured her lips and plunged his hardness into her.

He swallowed her moan. Squeezing his ass, she writhed under him. Every time he thrust fully inside her pussy, he ground his pelvis against her. Her lower stomach warmed, and her desperation to climax grew.

He slid his hand underneath her and rolled her. Not letting her rise up on him, he rolled again until she was underneath him. Her butt threatened to slide off the bed.

Priest put his feet on the floor, lifted her legs. She hooked her ankles behind his back. Leaning over her, he cupped the top of her shoulders and braced her. Then, thrust inside of her.

A deep moan came from her chest as it seemed like his cock hit the back of her throat. But that was impossible. Wasn't it?

He stroked her long and deep. Her legs shook, and she threw her arms out to the sides and fisted the blanket.

"Oh." She gasped. "My." A hysterical laugh erupted. "God," she screamed.

Her body convulsed in pleasure. The back of her head pressed into the mattress, and her eyelids fluttered.

She quivered, jolts from her orgasm suspended her in time. "Mi...chael."

Priest's thrust grew erratic before stopping. His deep groan soothed her fragile nerves. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down. He rolled with her, until they both were on their sides, breathing heavily, trying to catch their breaths.

He kissed the top of her head. She closed her eyes, sighing contently against his chest.

Several minutes later, she said, "So, when you asked if I had a limit, you weren't talking about if I had a certain time limit on how long I could stay at your house."

His chest quivered in amusement. Nicole lifted her head and opened her eyes. A deep bark of laughter erupted from him before he slipped his cock out of her, grabbed the condom, and disposed of it in the trash basket beside the bed.

"Michael?" She sat up, studying him in a new light. "What kind of kinky shit are you into?"

His gaze softened and warmed. Chuckling to himself, he walked out of the room, leaving her to assume the answer herself.

She stared at the empty doorway. Once again, caught between fear and excitement, she made her decision to stay.

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