Page 43 of Priest

“Shit. How old was you?”

“Sixteen.”

Priest stiffened inside of me for a moment.

“Twenty-two?”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered and glanced over my shoulder at him. “What’s wrong, Priest?” He wore a confused look. When he didn’t respond or move, I wiggled again, and then I squeezed around him.

He thrust inside of me again.

“Oh, Priest. That’s it. Mm, that dick feels so good.” I moaned before I bit my bottom lip. He did feel good inside of me. I worked my hips in a tight circle. My movements mimicked the belly dance lessons I took when I was in college. I knew one day that skill would come in handy.

“Ember, you ’bout to make me fuck up these tight ass walls. When I get done, ain’t no nigga coming after me. This is my pussy. Fuck sending you back,” Priest declared with a grunt as he rammed into me repeatedly.

I was torn over his words. Did they stem from a place of pleasure? People said all types of shit when they were at an emotional high or low. Surely, he planned to return me home after his business with my father was settled.

Alternatively, I couldn’t help but think that I wouldn’t mind being with Priest. Yes, the man was an enigma. Yes, he was emotionally closed off. But it wasn’t like he lacked emotional intelligence; he just wouldn’t allow himself to experience emotions that didn’t pertain to anger.

Every thought about whether I would or wouldn’t be allowed to leave, and if I wanted to stay or not, flew from my mind when he rammed inside of me again.

“This pussy’s too damn good,” Priest muttered and pulled out of me.

Before I could question him, he turned me around and carried me to the couch. He sat down on it and helped me straddle him. I slowly sunk down on his dick, surprised at how full I felt and how much deeper he went when I was in this position.

“Yeah, just what I thought,” he remarked in a low voice. “You’re wide open to me, Ember.”

My arms looped around his neck, and I slowly rose and fell on Priest’s shaft. After several seconds, he lost patience and wrapped his arms around my waist. He lifted and lowered me at his own pace several times before he thrust hard up into me repeatedly. This nigga was about to wreck my walls.

“Shit!” I screamed as he thundered inside of me. I loved how savage he was and how he offered no apologies. He thrust, and I rolled. He shoved. I bounced. Whatever he gave, I took and gave him back double.

Priest shoved my cropped T-shirt up and slid my bra over my breasts. His lips greedily sought out my nipple and sucked on it vigorously, like he expected something to release from it. I grabbed the back of his head and secured him there. I didn’t want him to stop because the ache in my nipples had grown so intense that the only thing that could alleviate the pain was his mouth on them. My fingers rubbed the other nipple, and I gyrated on his dick.

Priest pulsed inside of me as he moved his head from my left breast to my right one. His tongue licked in circles several times before he bit it and licked it once more to soothe it. Priest looked up at me while he sucked my breast, and I swore I saw something there that I had never seen before. It almost appeared as if he was about to let his walls down. But just as quickly as I caught a glimpse of his vulnerability, he shut it down again and closed me out.

There was a softer side to this man. I just didn’t know why he kept it locked away. Clearly, he had been through some shit in his life that he kept locked away. Whatever it was had led him to this MC and had caused him to have the gruff attitude that he held almost always. Now that I had gotten a peek between those bricks he had erected, I wanted to learn more.

When he pulled away from my breast and looked up at me, I grabbed the back of his head and covered his mouth with my lips. I stared into Priest’s eyes, and he did the same. It was as if we shared a secret that only the two of us were privy to.

“You feel so good, Priest,” I muttered when I pulled back and licked his lips.

His large hands were splayed against my back, and he slowly lowered them to cup my ass cheeks and lift me. “So do you,” he replied in a raspy voice. Priest kissed the side of my neck and sucked there for a few seconds. The way my pussy pulsed at that tiny action was shameful.

My head dropped back, and my ponytail brushed the top of my ass cheeks and his thighs. Priest secured my nipple in his mouth once more, and when I opened my eyes again, I found that he still watched me. The way that he stared at me, sucked my breast, and pulsed inside of me was my undoing.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders, and my thighs clenched against his. My pussy pulsed, and I could feel my cum seep from within me. A little gasp escaped my lips and then a cry came up but got caught in my throat.

Priest dragged his lips from my nipple up my breastbone and to my neck. He kissed me on the column of it and surprised me with his gentleness. When he finished, I dragged my fingers from his braids.

He gripped my hips tightly and flipped me until I lay on my back on his couch. Priest spread one of my legs over the back of the couch and wrapped the other around his waist. He pushed inside of me and lost his mind in my pussy. I was so wet that it didn’t hurt. I received him, and my pussy embraced him tightly.

I watched as the beautiful features of his dark face morphed into something else. The widened nostrils, the narrowed eyes, and the feral look of his bared teeth let me know that he wasabout to release. When Priest released, he growled, then he shouted my name, “Emberrrr!”

It was so ferocious, so possessive, and so damn sexy at the same time. To know that I could make a man this authoritative, this dangerous, and this in control react this way was powerful to me. I reveled in the moment because I was uncertain when and if it would ever happen again.

The moment that he finished, he pulled out of me. I felt bereft of the closeness we had briefly shared, and I felt the cold wall rising again and shutting me out. I hated that.

“Get dressed,” he demanded.

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