Page 45 of Priest

“Nah, I figured you could still do it,” I replied, following her out of the kitchen.

She looked over her shoulder at me and declared, “You do realize that I don’t plan on returning after you release me?”

“Your ass will want to come back.”

“Who said that?” she asked in a shrill voice as she plopped down on the couch.

We were relaxed with each other, and this teasing manner we had was new. It wasn’t something I was used to doing with women. Again, I wondered, why her? What was she doing to me? I had been content not to let anyone in. I couldn’t afford the hurt that came with trusting people.

I kneeled in front of her and forced her legs apart. She stared into my eyes with that whiskey-brown gaze and almost challenged me. I reached one hand up to pinch her nipple, and my other hand reached out and freely cupped her pussy. It was hot and moist.

“You said that shit,” I muttered.

I slid my finger underneath her shorts and rubbed her sex up and down. September lay back against the couch and pulled one foot up on the couch beside her. I pinched her nipple harder, and she arched her back.

“Mm, Priest,” she whispered, and then moaned.

My fingers slid inside of her and fucked her. “Might keep your horny little ass here as my sex slave. Look at you. All milky and sweet.”

She pushed her pelvis forward. I knew she wanted everything I had to offer her. I shoved a third finger inside of her and fucked her with my fingers while my thumb rubbed her tight bud until it was intensely hard. September’s plump lips puckered, and her mouth opened slightly. When I saw her pink tongue, I moved a hand from her nipple, took her chin between my index finger and thumb, and tugged. When her mouth opened, I lifted a little higher and sucked on her bottom lip.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth and kissed her heatedly while my fingers plunged in and out of her. Her pussy made loud squishy noises, and I smirked.

“Wet pussy. My favorite sound in the world.”

September reached out and gripped my wrist with both hands. She secured my hand inside of her, squeezed her pussy muscles around my finger, and clenched her thighs tight. I laughed when she hunched my hand and screamed my name, “Fuck me, Priest! Fuck me.” When she finished squirting on my fingers, I pulled them back and sucked each finger individually.

“I ain’t fucking ya little horny ass again. You’ll get addicted to my dick. And like I said, you’re gonna want to come back.”

She lay back and huffed until she caught her breath. September closed her legs and fixed her panties and shorts.

“Who said I will come back?”

I sat on the floor between her legs.

“Your actions, or lack of action.”

“What lack of action?”

“I left you up here while I went and took a shower, and you didn’t try to run. You love this dick.”

She mushed my head and replied, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m not. You did that when you soaked my dick and my face with them sweet juices. And when you begged for the dick just moments ago.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she muttered.

I relaxed between her legs so she could part my hair. Several minutes passed before I spoke. “What’s up with that?”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you run while I was in the shower? You weren’t locked away.”

“Run for what? So you could unleash your dogs on me?”

I sucked my teeth and answered, “Nah. Told you I wouldn’t do that shit.”

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