Page 86 of His Road Dog

"Your juice is rolling down the handle onto my hand," he said.

His gruff voice rolled through her. Breathing hard, struggling to hold back, her orgasm burst loose, and in that split moment, nothing mattered but the pleasure consuming her, over and over.

As she gasped for breath, she became aware that when she lost control, Priest had held her up. Priest gave and cared for her climax. Priest pushed her beyond anything he brought into her life.

His cock pulsed against her back. Her pussy throbbed against the handle of the knife.

She refilled her lungs, exhausted and spent.

He slowly slid the knife handle out of her pussy. She shivered at the loss. He grabbed her hand and pressed the hilt against her palm. She curled her fingers over the wet surface.

Turning her, he lifted her up, hugging her to his body. Afraid to move her arms, unsure of where all his body parts were and afraid of hurting him, she wrapped her legs around him.

"Raise your arms." He hauled her up higher.

"I don't want to cut you."

"You won't." He squeezed her ass. "Raise your arms straight up, then bring them down in front of you, so they're over my shoulders."

"Oh, God. I can't do this. I don't like to hurt you or anyone. It's a knife. I don't even like weapons."

"Babe..."

She sucked in air and gritted her teeth, and slowly raised her hands.

"Good. Keep your elbows locked and bring your arms down in front of you until they land on my shoulders." He waited.

She followed his directions, waiting for any little sound or movement from him, indicating the knife blade had touched him. "Can you take off my blindfold?"

"You're going to wear it."

Her elbows hit his shoulders, and she sighed in relief, pointing the blade away from him, so the knife was behind him. She barely had time to relax, and he lifted her and took two attempts before plunging his cock all the way inside her. Her earlier orgasm had lubricated the way.

He rocked them both, grinding against her sensitive clit. Making sure she used the right hand, she clung to his neck with one arm and kept the knife pointed away from his body.

He shifted, and she held on tighter, knowing he moved. Blind to what direction he was going, she remembered they were outside on the deck. The railing close by.

"Don't drop me," she said.

He pumped rapidly inside her. "Don't cut me."

"I won't."

"And I won't let you go."

Her insides spiraled over his promise. What in the world was wrong with her that she loved-hated what he was doing to her?

She wanted to drop the knife but knew he was naked—his bare feet on the decking below.

Priest's whiskers brushed her face. She tilted her head, and he captured her lips. Her body recuperated quickly, and she found herself moaning as her insides warmed and spiraled tighter.

"That's it," he mumbled against her lips, filling her mouth with his tongue.

She sucked on him, tightening her arm around him. His chest rubbed against her breasts, and her nipples throbbed with each beat of her heart.

"Michael." She kissed him, pulled back, and kissed him again. "I'm going to..."

A shudder rolled through her, and he squeezed her butt, grinding her against him as if she weighed nothing. After her first orgasm, she had no control over the second one. It came fast and hard.

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