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“He would’ve done me the same way.”

“Exactly,” Priest explained.

“How can I thank you for saving me?”

“Like this,” he replied. Priest spread my legs and moved down between my thighs. He hooked each of my legs over his shoulders and covered my mound with his mouth. His fingers reached up and massaged my breasts before he rubbed and pinched my nipples.

“Oohh.” I hissed.

My back arched, and my ass lifted off the bed. Priest pressed his lips against my clitoris and rubbed it in slow circles with his lips. I pushed against him, but he continued that same movement until I exclaimed, “Boy, get in this pussy!”

He laughed and licked out his tongue to slide it back and forth across my clit. Then he pulled it between his lips and worked it over until it was hard. Priest slid two fingers inside of me and then slowly pulled them back out. He did that several times while he sucked my clit, and I wasn’t sure how long I would last.

“Mmmphh, Priest,” I moaned.

He pulled his fingers free and slid his tongue inside of me. My legs automatically closed around his head, and my hips bucked. Thick fingers pinched my thighs and pried them apart. The sound of him slurping from my pussy caused me to shout, “Priest, ohhh, boy, you know you can eat some pussy.”

He pulled back briefly and looked up at me with glossy lips and dark eyes. “Not just any pussy, baby. Your pussy.”

Priest buried his face between my thick thighs again, and I pushed up, eager to meet him. He dragged his tongue back and forth through my slit and pushed it in and out repeatedly, and he plunged his fingers inside of my asshole until I came on his tongue.

“Wanna taste yourself?” he asked when he slid up and hovered over me.

I gripped the back of his head and pulled him close. I sucked his lips and then kissed him hard and deep. Priest grabbed myhips and squeezed. My legs involuntarily lifted and wrapped around him.

“This my pussy, Ember?” Priest asked and slid inside me.

“Ohhh, yeah.”

“You ain’t giving my shit to nobody else, are you?”

“Mm-mm.”

“Betta not ever give this sweet gushy to no other nigga.”

“I won’t,” I whined.

“You my woman, Ember?”

“We gotta talk about that later,” I murmured.

He pulled back and shoved inside of me harder. Priest reached down, removed one of my legs from around him, and then forced it back toward the headboard. He thrust into me so hard that I swore I felt that shit in my chest.

“This my shit, Ember?”

“Yeah.”

“You my woman?”

“We… need to talk—owww!” I screamed when he thrust into me hard again.

“This my shit, Ember?”

“Yessss.”

“You my woman, Ember?”

“Yeaaahhh.”

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