Page 44 of Priest

“Do you have some wipes or anything that I could cleanse myself with?” I asked, irritated by his abrupt and rude attitude.

“My bathroom’s that way. Help yourself,” Priest muttered.

I looked at the door he motioned to, and I moved in that direction. He grabbed some tissues from a box behind his desk. I looked over my shoulder as he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash. His lips were pinched, and his jaw was taut with tension.

I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. When I looked in the mirror, I could tell that I had been fucked. My ponytail was disheveled, and my lips were swollen. My skin was discolored on the side of my neck where Priest had sucked. I blushed. We were too damn old for that. Hell, he was too damn old for that.

I wasn’t certain how old Priest was, but I knew that he was much older than me. Not quite as old as Daniel Usher, though, who was forty-seven, twenty-five years older than me. Priest had a hard edge to him that made him appear older than he looked. But it wasn’t even that. It was his natural reaction to learning my age that had shaken me.

I didn’t see anything except for some paper towels, tissue, and soap. I grabbed a few paper towels, wet them, and soapedthem up. I used them to wash myself until I could return to Priest’s cabin and take a proper shower.

I looked at my soaked thong, and I contemplated if I should toss them or shove them in my pocket. I wasn’t about to put them back on again.

“I’ll take those.”

I turned and looked to the side and saw that Priest stood in the doorway. I hadn’t heard the door open, and the way the bathroom was set up at an angle, it hadn’t allowed me to see him in the mirror.

“What?”

“I said, I’ll take those,” he repeated. He held his hand out and wiggled his fingers.

I hesitated for a moment, and Priest demanded, “Give ’em to me, or I’ll snatch ’em from you.”

I quickly handed him my panties and watched as he shoved them into his pocket and then walked away. What the hell was he going to do with them?

I shrugged and cleaned myself so that I could get dressed and hopefully leave soon. This man kept me on an emotional rollercoaster ride, and I was exhausted by the dips and turns it had taken today already.

SUNDAY EVENING

“You don’t haveto do that,” I stated when I stepped into the kitchen with September. She stacked a load of dishes inside of the dishwasher.

I had allowed her more freedom lately, and I knew she was glad not to be chained up anymore and stuck in that room alone. The only times that I locked her away was when I had to leave the property.

“The least that I can do is clean up after the meal you made. It was good. Thanks, by the way,” she murmured. September bent over to put a plate at the rear of the dishwasher. I gripped my dick as it hardened in my sweats. The sight of that fat, golden brown ass on display had me wanting to stick my shit all inside of her. I could just see the curve of her pussy lips when I stepped back and dipped my head a little.

September stood up, and those perky breasts pushed against the tight T-shirt that she wore. I knew she hated the clothes I’d bought for her. But I’d foolishly sent Wildflower on the run for clothes. They were about the same size, but I should have known the sweet butt would come back with clothes like these. It worked in my favor, but September hated them.

I could tell that she didn’t wear a bra underneath by the way her nipples budded against the cotton. I had seen her around enough to know that she didn’t dress this way when she was at home.

We hadn’t had sex again since we had it in my office three days prior, but that hadn’t stopped my desire for her. I found that I wanted to fuck her every kind of way. I wanted to have her ass bent over my kitchen counter, the back of the sofa, the dining room table, and even my damn bike.

“You cool, Ember. You ain’t gotta do this shit.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” she declared before she placed the last plate inside of the dishwasher. I grabbed a tablet from the bucket and loaded it into the dishwasher.

“What’s that about?” she asked and pointed at the comb, brush, and hair oil that I had set on another counter.

“You fucked my hair up the other day.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did. In my office. I took it down and washed it while I showered.”

After we ate dinner, I headed straight for the shower and left the kitchen a mess. I hadn’t left it for her to clean, but I had planned to return to it later.

“What are you gonna do when I’m gone? Who’s gonna do your hair then, Priest? One of yoursweet butts?” she asked with a teasing smirk.

I watched as she switched by me with those ass cheeks jiggling up and down. Damn. The girl was fine as hell. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it as she grabbed the hair supplies and left the kitchen.

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