Page 42 of Priest

He reached for my hand, and I gave it to him. Priest lifted me from the desk and pulled me to stand. I kicked a few items out ofmy way that had fallen to the floor when he first laid me on his desk.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I did as he instructed and placed my hands on the desktop. Priest’s fingers sunk into my flesh, and he squeezed gently before using his feet to spread mine wider.

“Give me a deeper arch, Ember,” he instructed in a low tone.

I arched my back and turned to look at him over my shoulder. “How many asses have sat on this desk, Priest?”

“None.” His upper lip curled, and he seemed offended by the question.

“You sure? Because I don’t want to put my face where someone’s pussy or ass have already been.”

“I ain’t got no reason to lie to you. I’d just take you someplace else and fuck you. Give me that arch, Ember,” he demanded.

I placed my hands in a triangle formation on his desk and rested the side of my face on top of them. Smooth hands slid over my ass cheeks before he spread me wide and slid his dick against my flesh. He dragged it back and forth a few times before he pressed against me.

“Relax.”

I sucked in a deep breath and then exhaled. It had been so long since I’d had sex that I was a little nervous. Would it hurt? Would it be a comfortable fit? Would I be good to him? What about my moves? Could I throw it the way I’d seen women do in porn?

All those thoughts flowed through my mind just before he brought his hand down hard on my ass. “I said relax,” he mumbled.

I closed my eyes and did as he instructed. Priest pressed against my entrance two more times before I spread for him and permitted him the entrance that he sought. My breath whooshed out of me as he pushed deeper and sunk into me.

“Damn, this pussy’s tight, hot, and wet,” he groaned in a low voice.

I wiggled, but he spanked my ass. “Hold still. All that wiggling is gonna make me nut.”

I remained still for a few minutes before he started moving slowly. “These walls tighter than a muthafucka, Ember. You been keeping this shit on lock for a nigga.”

For some reason, that turned me on, though it wasn’t true. “I was keeping it for my husband.”

“How many times you fucked?” he asked, pushing in and out.

“A handful.”

“How many niggas?”

“One.”

“How long ago?” He groaned as his dick pulsed inside of me.

I was confused as to why the conversation had to take place and where it was going.

“Mm.” I moaned when he slowly circled within my walls.

“How long, Ember?”

“Ohhh, Priest.” I whimpered. He felt better inside of me than he had moments ago when he first entered me. “Six…”

“Six months ago?”

“Mm-mm. Six years.”

“Gahdamn,” he replied through clenched teeth as he pulled back out and then slammed into me. That movement felt good, but it also stole my breath. “No wonder that nigga going crazy over you. Your ass damn near still a virgin.”

“No. I gave that up six years ago,” I whimpered as he circled within my walls.

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