Page 41 of Priest

“You’ve told me a lot of things. Don’t use me in your childish games, Priest. Grow the fuck up.”

“What’d you say to me?” I asked and walked toward her.

“That little shit show down there. When you kissed me, you played with that girl’s feelings. Don’t use me for your bullshit, Priest.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining while your tongue was down my throat.”

“That’s what you think that was?”

“I know what it was. Why you trippin’ now?”

“What did you just do, Priest? Bring her up here to have a quickie?”

I shook my head. “Why the fuck are women coming at me today like I owe them something? I don’t remember asking no one to be my girl, and I damn sure don’t recall putting a fucking ring on nobody’s finger!” I exclaimed.

“I’ll take that to mean she had some words for you too,” September remarked wryly. She crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at me.

“Why you give a damn?”

“I don’t.”

“Damn, I swear you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” I grumbled and turned to my desk to find my keys.

“You can actually take me home.”

That was the last straw. I forgot about the keys and turned back to her. “So your daddy can sell you to the next highest bidder if Usher don’t want you no more? Or so you can be just another member of Usher’s harem?”

“It’s not like that,” she argued.

“It ain’t? Tell that to Usher’s last wife, Myesha. She escaped his ass for that exact reason. Moved to New York with her family and married someone who loved her. I know fuck ass niggas like your daddy and Daniel Usher ain’t shit. I treated you with more respect than they ever will. I ain’t up here trying to sell your ass.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing, Priest. You’re trying to sell me for some guns. I don’t know what’s worse,” she replied and threw her arms up in the air.

“At least you know where you stand with me. I’m a real ass nigga who keeps it a hundred at all times.”

“So, I’m supposed to be loyal to your ass for what? You’re a psychopath, Priest. You’re hot and cold, interested in me and not, and gentle and harsh. I have no idea where I stand with you. You’re up under me one minute and all over another woman the next. You have no respect, you’re not trustworthy, and?—”

I covered her mouth with my kisses. I was tired of hearing her bullshit. I knew that I confused her because I was confused by my actions. September opened her mouth and allowed my tongue entrance, and her hands reached up to tug my braids. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.

It was a wrap when she threw one leg up and locked it behind mine. I lifted her little ass, tossed her onto my desk, and knocked shit over, including the keys I’d been looking for. My hands went to her button and released it and then the zipper while I kissed her.

I broke off the kiss. “Take them tight-ass jeans off,” I ordered.

September obeyed my command, and I unfastened my own jeans. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of my desk.

“Lie back,” I instructed and pulled her thong aside. I slid two fingers inside of her, and her eyes closed as she whimpered, “Yes, Priest.” I slid my fingers in and out of that fat pussy and rubbed her clit until it grew hard. September licked her lips and gyrated her hips. She was shiny and wet, and her clit stood up hard as a muthafucka. “Look at you. You like this toxic shit. It turns you on,” I grumbled.

She was about to protest until I covered her pussy with my mouth. I groaned in satisfaction at the taste of her, and I loved how she wiggled when I plunged my tongue in and out of her velvety flesh along with my finger. She tried to scoot backward on my desk, but I threaded my arms underneath her legs and snatched her fine ass back.

I buried my face between her thighs and completely covered her mound while I shoved a finger inside of her ass. I sucked on her pussy lips one at a time before I sucked her clit between my lips. I knew that she loved that shit because September skeeted on my face and drowned my lips, mustache, and beard with her exotic-tasting pussy juices. She thrashed about and stomped one of her booted feet on the desktop, which only made me clampdown on her thighs tighter and plunge another finger into her ass. I wouldn’t let that pussy go until I was full. I wanted to be overfull before I pulled back from the table because I wasn’t sure when I’d get to do this again.

“Priest!” she screamed, and I didn’t give a damn who heard her or what they thought happened. I looked up, and our eyes locked. September no longer resisted me. Instead, September pushed her pussy into my face and hunched hard. My tongue stroked her insides, and she coated my lips with her juices. I had a brief thought that I wouldn’t wash my face but savor her taste for later.

My nipples ached.Every part of me wanted to be consumed by the fire Priest stoked within me. I rained on his face. The only time I’d been given or had given oral sex was with Evan back in high school. It had been nothing like this. I realized now how much I had missed through the years. I wanted my pussy eaten like this every day until I stopped breathing. Hell, I wanted this to be the reason I stopped breathing.

And that little thing he had done with his finger inside of my ass? Who knew? I had watched enough porn to know that people did it, and it clearly was enjoyable. I had cum so hard that my chest hurt. I believed it was from the way my body tightened at the unbelievable pleasure.

Priest took a step back when I finished cumming and walked around to his desk. He’d already unfastened his jeans earlier, so it took him mere seconds to grab a condom, rip it open, and cover himself. I watched him shove his jeans down and step out of them. His legs and thighs were powerful, dark, and hairy. I was surprised to find that despite the tattoos that covered the rest of his body, there were none on his lower section.

---