Page 49 of His Road Dog

Her fingers gripped the wood, and her stomach rolled. She shook. All her strength left her body. She couldn't sit on the railing. She couldn't. She'd fall.

"Relax, babe," he said.

"Please, don't let go of me." Her voice shook, threatening to unbalance her. "Take me down."

He dipped his knees and kissed the tip of her breast. "Pay attention to my hands."

Hands? Hands? She was going to fall, and he wanted to touch her? Now?

He squeezed her ass. "Feel me? I won't let you fall."

Afraid to take her feet off the spindles of the railing to hook around him, she perched atop the wood. The stability provided by his hands on her butt wasn't enough to put her at ease.

He captured her nipple with his mouth. She squeaked. Oh, that was not helping her concentrate on not losing her balance.

Drawing her in, sucking slowly, he nuzzled her breast. Her body rippled with fear that surprisingly heightened the pleasure.

Her legs trembled. She closed her eyes as her body weakened. If she was going to plummet to her death, she refused to see the ground rush toward her. She wanted to feel what Priest was doing to her.

He made her feel as if she floated in the air.

Priest shifted to her other breast. Her body vibrated, making her totter on the railing.

"Michael!" A sob caught in her throat. "I'm scared."

His mouth came off her, and he lifted his head. He slid her off the railing and carried her into the house. In the living room, he placed her on the carpet, following her down. Relief flooded her, now that she could move, and there was nowhere to fall. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down and kissing him deeply.

He settled between her legs. The roughness of his jeans and his buckle stood between what she wanted. What she needed.

Rolling with her, he stopped when she lay prone atop him. He moved her by lifting her hips. Her mouth came away from him, and she propped herself up to a sitting position.

He undid the buckle, lifted his butt, and pulled the leather strip completely out of his jeans. "Take my cock out. There's a rubber in my front pocket."

There was something sexily arousing about undoing the front of his jeans when evidence of his erection pressed against her fingers. She knew to be gentle as she worked each button, but she'd also seen him touch himself, and he was rougher than she imagined a man to be. He was passionate, and for him, that came out as violent.

She pulled his jeans down to his hips, then pulled his boxers down, releasing his cock. Sucking in a swift breath, she took in how beautiful he was in the raw. Everything about him was big. Even his attitude.

He made her feel safe and cared for. At the same time, he scared her a bit. Moments ago, he scared her a lot.

She'd never found herself attracted to someone the opposite of what she was familiar with. Men tended to pamper and spoil her. It made her feel special.

Priest made her feel needy and desperate at times. He made her feel crazy and wild and small.

She warmed, digging in his pocket for the protection. He made her feel fragile. She found herself wanting to be with him because she was learning things about herself that came as a surprise.

Sex with him was bigger than her world. It made her feel like what they had together only happened with her, for her, and she found herself growing possessive of that feeling. She wanted to be the only one that provided him in that way, and that need shocked her and threatened her independence.

She ran her hands over his lower stomach, spellbound by the control he always possessed. Nothing ever shook him. He was never afraid.

"Put my cock in your pussy."

She placed her hands on his chest, leaning forward. Using her lower half, she moved her pelvis, searching for the hardness below her, lining him up with her.

Priest grasped her hips, plunging her down. Her body arched, and her head went back. The quick response from the fullness left her throbbing and struggling to keep her eyes open.

A clink grabbed her attention. She brought her chin down and gasped.

Priest slipped his looped belt over her head, tightening the cool, leather strap down onto her neck. She stilled. If she moved, the belt would get tighter.

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