Page 33 of Priest

When I arrived back at the cabin, September was asleep. I left her alone for a while and made some phone calls to negotiate a few deals with some other businessmen interested in buying weapons. I heard some noise in her bedroom, and I finished up my business and headed out to check on her.

“Hey,” I greeted when I opened the door.

“Priest, I would like to go home.”

“What?”

“I would like to go home. You have held me here long enough. I’m certain that my father and my fiancé have come up with a way to reimburse you for what was taken from you. I know that my fiancé can easily compensate you, as could my father. I no longer want to be the pawn in selfish men’s games.”

She looked so sexy, standing in the middle of the room with those thick thighs on display from some pink cutoff sweat shorts that I knew said “Juicy” on the butt. Her arms were propped over her midsection, and she wore a midriff tank top that showed off her cute belly piercing. The position of her arms, combined with her posture, pushed her juicy titties up. Made me want to rip that cheap ass shirt off her and suck them bitches.

I walked to where she stood in the middle of the floor and tugged at her arms, but she tried to keep them crossed over herself. I tugged harder and pulled them apart. Her arms dropped at her sides, and just like I suspected, her nipples werehard as shit. I reached out and pinched one and smirked at the fire in her eyes.

“Is that what you think, pampered princess? You think you’re a pawn?”

“I know that I am. You have no use or want of me, so you should just let me go. Don’t keep me around just to play games with my father and Daniel.”

“Games,” I repeated and licked my lips while I dragged my finger over to pinch her other nipple.

September’s warm breath seeped out in a sigh as she shut her eyes. My thumb rubbed the tender, swollen bud.

“You like that shit. Don’t you, princess?”

“I don’t like anything about this setup, you, or what you’re doing to me,” she denied.

September leaned back and crossed her arms over her breasts again.

I stepped closer and dragged a hand down the curve of September’s cheek before I dragged my finger over the seam of her lips.

“Nah, I think you do, beautiful. I think that you like it every time that I touch you.”

“You wish.”

“Those beautiful lips tell such easy lies. You make it hard for a man to trust you, pampered princess.”

“I’m not asking for your trust. I’m simply asking to go home where I belong.”

I turned my back on her, laughed, shook my finger, and stated, “Funny thing. I talked to two people today who requested the same thing.”

“My father? Daniel?”

I nodded and kept walking toward the door. I heard her coming after me, but I underestimated her. September’s little fists began to beat at my back.

“You can’t keep holding me here. Let me go before I fuck you up!”

Damn, the little princess had some power in those fists and a mouth on her.

I turned around and grabbed her wrists. “You got a mouth on you. What I tell you ’bout that mouth of yours? Told you I got something for those lips, didn’t I?” I asked, backing her up into a corner.

She pushed at me, but I didn’t move. Her little fists hit me again, and then she kicked me.

“Let me go. Let me go!” She shrieked repeatedly.

“No. You love the shit I do to you. The way I make you feel.”

“I hate the way you make me feel.”

I grabbed her neck until she stopped fighting. Then I dipped my head and covered her mouth with mine. I licked her soft lips, surprised to find they were as soft and juicy as I imagined they might be. I licked the bottom one and then tugged on it with my lips until they parted for me.

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