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“I get this pussy whenever, however, and wherever I want, Ember?”

I didn’t respond quickly enough, and Priest thrust into me hard again. I clenched around him so tightly, and it took several seconds before I released my grip.

“Ooh, shit. Do that again, baby.”

I did.

“Mmm, swear you gonna get a nigga fucked up ’bout this pussy.”

Priest grabbed my other leg and pushed it all the way back. Both my legs were pushed back toward the headboard, and he gripped them with one hand. With his other hand, he slid a finger into my ass.

“I can’t… mmm… it’s here.”

“What’s here, baby?”

“I gotta cum.”

“Cum on this dick, baby.”

I did. Priest pulled out of me and moved up by my head. “Suck this nut out my dick,” he demanded. I flipped over sideways and grabbed his dick. I licked up and down his shaft before I sucked him in toward the back of my throat. I felt him pulsing inside of me, and I sucked harder while I played with his balls.

“You ready for my shit, Ember?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Let me see you play with that pussy.”

I slid my fingers into my pussy and fingered myself hard while I sucked his dick to the back of my throat and slid it out again. I did it repeatedly until he couldn’t hold out.

“Gahdamn, girl.” Priest shot his cum down my throat.

I swallowed, and he pulled me onto my knees to kiss him. When he pulled back, Priest’s hand looped through my hair, and he jerked it back and bit my neck.

ONE WEEK LATER

“Come on,let’s grab something to eat.”

Priest sat on the edge of the bed and reached back for my hands. I wrapped them around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. Naked, we headed straight for the kitchen to prepare something to eat. We had just finished having sex, and we’d worked up an appetite.

When he set me down on the counter, he asked, “You want this leftover spaghetti?”

“Yeah.”

He stepped closer and pressed his head against mine. With one hand in my hair, he brushed my lips and commented, “I got you, okay?”

I nodded.

He turned to prepare our plates.

“Priest.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“How long did you know that my father was the same man who hurt your family?”

“I’ve always known. I knew his name back then. I just watched and waited.”

“Why did you wait so long to ruin him?”

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