Page 21 of Priest

“Get. The. Fuck. On. Your. Knees.”

I did what he said, and he stood. I watched as he undid his zipper and pulled that massive dick free. It was black and beautiful. It was a beautiful brown color with a reddish-brown head. Heavily veined and slightly curved, I couldn’t help but lick my lips, though that wasn’t my intention.

“That’s right, baby. Wet them lips up.”

“Priest.”

“I don’t wanna hear your shit. You wanna seduce a nigga and try to manipulate me? Told you what I was gonna do if you kept letting foul shit come out of those lips. You’re overdue for sucking this dick, baby.”

“I didn’t do anything,” I replied half-heartedly because I did want to suck his dick whether I admitted it or not.

“Walking around here the last few days acting like we’re friends. I’m not your friend. I ain’t got shit for you but a nut to bust down your throat.”

Priest grabbed the back of my hair and shoved my face toward him. I inhaled deeply, but he didn’t shove his dick down my throat like I’d expected. He took it and slapped me in the face with it. Then he slowly dragged it over one cheek to the next, leaving a stream of precum behind. The next time he smacked my lips, I opened my mouth, and he stuffed his dick into my mouth.

Priest’s dick blocked my air passage and made it hard for me to breathe.

“Open that gahdamn throat and take this dick like the grown-ass woman you pretend to be.”

I pulled back slightly, but his hand secured my head and did not allow me to sever our connection. If someone had told me a few days ago that I would be on my knees sucking a stranger’s dick, I would swear they were lying. I had only had oral sex once, and that was with my high school boyfriend, Evan Pettigrew. We had been together for two years before we left for college, and we had experimented with one another with sex. I had lost my virginity to him and practiced oral sex with him. I hadn’t given another man the honor since then until Priest, not even to my fiancé.

The only reason Priest’s ass received the privilege was because he held my freedom and life in his hands, and though I was reluctant to admit it… I wanted to.

It was wrong. After all, Priest had no respect for life. I could tell by the way they hadn’t hesitated to shoot my daddy in his knees. Shit, I still wanted this, even knowing what he’d done to my daddy.

My hands were fisted around his dick, and he reached down and pulled my fingers free.

“Nah, sweetheart. You think you’re slick. You’re taking all this dick.”

Priest’s large hands gripped the sides of my head, and his waist swiveled as he worked his dick deeper into my mouth. My hands gripped his powerful thighs as he continued working his way further into my mouth. I was impressed by the muscles in his thighs, and my fingers dug into the cloth of his jeans. I loved how his muscles flexed as he pumped into my throat.

My tongue licked the bulging veins, and I loved how ropey and smooth they felt at the same time. My saliva dribbled down Priest’s length, and when I looked up and saw how his eyelids had drooped, I felt powerful. He may have been my captor, but I was in control at the moment. That surge of power made me more determined than ever to continue seducing him. I would make him fall hard. He would regret ever screwing with me, because I would get away. My freedom was the most important thing, and I sucked him off like it was. I sucked and sucked despite the raw feeling in my throat as he pumped aggressively without care or an ounce of compassion.

I knew that my mouth would be sore and raw for days to come. He was ruthless, fucking my mouth like it was my pussy. He thrust hard and deep, jabbing into the back of my throat. Priest’s head dropped back, and the veins in his forehead and neck protruded. His mouth opened, and he released a viciousroar as he shot hot, salty cum down my throat. I didn’t have a chance to prepare, but despite my instinct to choke, I swallowed until it was all gone.

He jerked his dick out of my mouth, causing me to rock backward on my heels. Sneering at me, he warned, “Quit fucking with me, Ember.”

The anger in his eyes should have scared me, but the way he called me “Ember” softly at the end left me confused. Did he really hate me?

MONDAY (1 ½ WEEKS AFTER ABDUCTION)

“How long are we talking about?”Lyon, one of my men, asked.

“Roughly a week,” I replied before I popped a grape Jolly Rancher into my mouth.

“Do you think that we might give him too much time to plan a counterattack?” Moon asked.

“Nah. I know how Morgan thinks. So much time has passed by, he’ll think that I’m getting comfortable and have relaxed my guard. That’s what I want, so the element of surprise will be on our side. Knuckles, have you and Road Rage been on his tail?”

“He’s never uncovered for a second, Prez. He eats; we know about it. He fucks; we know about it. He takes a shit; we know about it. I’ve got three prospects on him now.”

I glanced away from Knuckles to Geek, a skinny little kid who was barely twenty-two, but he had a brain the size of Texas. He was a skilled hacker and had graduated from college with a degree in computer science. He’d passed up several job offers as an information security analyst to come and work for the MC. They weren’t willing to pay him what we were, and he had an issue with corporate America, thanks to his mom being fired from her job, losing their home and car, and having to spend afew years in and out of homeless shelters. That was where I’d found him and her when he was sixteen. He is protective as hell over his mom, but that night, some men tried to assault them both.

My crew happened to be passing by and brought that shit to a halt. I believed in a lot of shit, but assaulting women and kids wasn’t on that list. I had hooked them up that night with Shenelle “Black Rose” Mitchum, the MC’s attorney. She’d hired the boy’s mother, Stephanie, to work for her, and we had put him to work in the MC. We’d paid for his college education, and he’d repaid our loyalty by coming to work for the MC when he graduated.

“All right. We’ll announce the date and time later but be prepared. We might roll out at any minute,” I explained to my men.

I switched the Jolly Rancher to the other side of my mouth, placed my fists side by side, and then snatched them apart like I was breaking a chain to signal that “Church” had ended. Our weekly church meetings were held to keep the men updated on what was going on in the MC, get an update on the MC’s businesses, and discuss any upcoming “projects” we had.

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