Page 23 of Priest

“Watch what the fuck comes out of your mouth.”

“You’re defending her to me?” she asked in disbelief.

“You don’t even know that girl. Besides, I don’t let nobody talk shit about you either, Cheekz.”

“I’m your ride or die.”

“You’re my ho. You were good with being that. If that’s a problem for you now, let me know.”

“No, Priest. But why are you so serious and sensitive all of a sudden?”

“Listen, I got shit I gotta attend to. I need to go,” I announced as I released her and pulled her arms from around my neck.

She squinted her eyes. “Are you coming back?”

Shrugging, I answered, “Probably not.”

Even as I walked out of the building, I forgot about Cheekz’s concern. I hopped on my bike, and Sunny’s words rang in my ears. Had I allowed the situation to compromise my judgment? Fuck no.

It was personal, and it had become more so since I had Morgan’s daughter in my house. Ember was all in my personal space, and it was hard not to think about her at all times of the day or night. It was hard to get her scent and the taste of her out of my mind. My dick ached as I took the curves of the road on my bike and became one with them.

I wanted to get inside of that sweet, hot pussy and see how she felt. I wondered if those tight sugar walls would clench around my dick the way they’d gripped my fingers.

The challenge of treating her like the hos I fucked at the club was hard. She wasn’t one of them, and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that she was no different than them, something inside called “bullshit.” No matter how much I said differently, there was an innocence about her that I wanted for myself.

It would be so easy to fuck her whenever and however I wanted to. I was surrounded by pussy at the club, and when I brought her to the cabin, I figured I’d do the same with her—fuck her whenever I wanted to bust one. But she was different. She was a challenge. And I liked that shit.

That feisty, fiery instinct that she had to fight back, her efforts to run away, and her seductive plan to break down my walls intrigued me. I knew there was so much more there to explore, and I wanted to find out everything there was to know about her.

The crazy part was it wasn’t the shit that I could find out on the internet or from Excavator that I wanted to know. It was the intimate shit that I wanted to know about her. The shit that couldn’t nobody but her ass could tell me about her. Like where was her favorite spot to be kissed, what made her beg for the dick, how did she feel on my dick at three in the morning, what was her favorite position to fuck, and the last one had me fucked up… what made her smile and laugh.

Why the hell I wanted to know that shit, I didn’t know. All the sex shit I didn’t usually give a damn about. My only concern was chasing and busting that nut. I damn sho didn’t give a fuck whether a bitch smiled or laughed. She just needed to hum on my dick.

I couldn’t put my bike away fast enough or feed the dogs quickly enough when I returned to the cabin. All I could think about was going to her room and releasing her from that damn chain. Whenever I was home, I gave her freedom to roam, except for the kitchen. She wasn’t about to get her hands on any knives and fuck me up in my shit.

I knew that she was biding her time until she was free, but I wasn’t looking forward to that shit. I wasn’t looking forward to the silence of my cabin again.

When I walked into the cabin, I decided to shower and change clothes first before going to check on her.

As much as I wanted to fuck September, I needed to exert control around her. I knew if I didn’t, her little ass would have me wildin’, and I didn’t have time for that shit. The water beat all around me as I stepped under the main showerhead out of the five in my shower. I closed my eyes and grabbed my dick.

Flashes of September on her knees with her mouth wrapped around me filled my mind. I tugged on my erection as I recalled how warm her mouth had been and how she’d looked up at me with those doe-shaped eyes filled with seduction.

I recalled how her plump lips puckered around me and her jaws caved in. She had sucked me so damn good once she became acclimated to my size. There was no way in fuck that she was innocent and pure. But I was willing to bet that Morgan had claimed she was just as pure as the first snowfall of the season when he’d agreed to let Daniel Usher marry her. No way a woman could be that innocent and suck a dick the way she had. Shit, her mouth and tongue-action was more powerful than Delite’s was, and she was like that video vixen chick, Superhead.

My hand slid up and down my length, contracting and relaxing. I tugged a few more times; I was almost there. My hips bucked forward as my hand squeezed around my erection as though it was sliding through some hot pussy. I wished like fuck I had been deep in some. I should’ve fucked Cheekz before I left.

I briefly wondered if I might have September and Cheekz together. Now, that would be a fantasy worth fulfilling. Cheekz had that pussy game on lock, and September now had the head game in a tight grip.

A snort dropped from my lips because there was no way in hell September would go for that. I bit my bottom lip as a groan slipped from between them. I thought about how sweet September’s pussy tasted and the way that she’d clenched around my fingers. Now, them walls seemed to be tight as hell, but there was only one way that I would know that for sure. I had to get inside them walls. The thought of her walls squeezing around my dick made me lose control.

“Fuck.” I grumbled as my nut burst forth, spilled over my fingers, and slid onto the shower floor and down the drain.

I showered and stepped out to get dressed. My mood had soured because I was unsatisfied. I wasn’t a nigga that needed to jack off. The fact that I’d done that shit because I wanted to experience September’s tight pussy, and I’d rejected Cheekz’s wet and willing one, pissed me off.

I grabbed a towel and ran it over my head as I headed to check on September. I unlocked her door and found her lying on her back reading Plato’sThe Republic.

“You hungry?” I asked.

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