Page 14 of Praise Me: Priest

He surges close and we moan against one another’s mouth. “Farrah…”

“What?” When he hesitates, I lift my hand and stroke the morning stubble of his face. “You can tell me anything.”

“I…the way I am with you…controlled by hunger. It’s everything I swore I would never be. I crave this…intoxicated feeling of being your lover and letting the lust run rampant, but I can’t help but be ashamed of it, too.”

In other words, I’m his ruin.

His downfall.

In my absence, he’d be strong. The man he needs to be.

“We shouldn’t be seen like this,” I whisper, pulling away.

Just as quickly, he draws my face back, mashing our foreheads together, and I want to crawl into his lap so badly and hear the word “lover” again in his deep, deep voice, that my chest throbs like an open wound. “I will not have you thinking badly about yourself because you are my one and only temptation, Farrah. You can’t control it. You can’t control how I respond to you.”

I stay silent, because he’s wrong and I don’t want to argue.

I want him to soothe me. I’ve been raw since last night. Restless. And it’s hard to put my finger on why. I’m caged and irritable and sad.

“I can see you disagree.” Of course, this man reads me like a book and yet, I can’t have him. Must live without him and his astuteness where I’m concerned. “Walk with me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I gasp, tasting his breath.

Pushing him away, when I really,reallywant to get closer.

“There’s a disquiet in you this morning,” he observes—and I go still, wanting him to assess me. “It’s more than your fears and self-doubt making you this way.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t…I can’t explain. I just know I need to bring you somewhere and hold you for a while.” Before I can guess his intentions, he’s scooping me off the bench into his arms and carrying me into the woods that border the church grounds.

I have no explanation for my eyes welling with tears twice in one morning. I’m not a crier. But he must have peeled back a layer of emotion I can’t define, because the imminence of being held is making me almost light and lethargic at the same time. I press my face into his shoulder and pout with no explanation, except that I’m happy with him and mad at him. Concurrently. What is happening to me?

We stop beneath a canopy of trees and Rune settles me on my feet, pulling me into the warm circle of his arms, rubbing circles onto my lower back. It feels divine and I want to stand there all day, but when he lifts me off the ground and rubs his mouth back and forth against my temple, I begin my lesson on the meaning of contentment.

Oh. I see.

It’s praise. For me…it’s praise.

“You deserved to be held last night after taking all that come for me,” he breathes. “I’ve never had my cock sucked before, Farrah, so how do I know your mouth is the sweetest one this side of heaven? I just know. I felt every pull of your mouth in my balls. I’ve never emptied so much at once. Your lips are like fucking elastic, sweetheart, and that throat?” His hand closes around the part of my body in questions. Squeezing. Massaging. Staring at it, mesmerized. “If I was a man of the world, instead of a man of God, I would find a way to wrap it in diamonds. Feel the shape of them when you allow me deep, you sweet little thing.” He chantsso sweet, so sweetinto my hair and I’ve melted.

He cradles me, rocks me, but he’s far from done.

“You’re beautiful and brave and curious and sensual. You areperfect.” He kisses the crown on my head. “From here down to your toes.”

I let out a shaky breath, imbued with ease. Joy.

“This…really is what you needed last night and this morning, isn’t it? To be wrapped up in my arms and cared for?” He kisses my cheeks and my hairline, that hand back to rubbing soothing circles into the middle of my back. “I’m sorry you didn’t get what you needed from me after giving me everything I needed and more.”

“You did give mesomethingI needed, Daddy,” I whisper, without thinking—and immediately his frame stiffens, his presence looming larger than before.

“Did I?” he says, hoarsely, his thumb digging into the base of my spine. “What was it, Farrah?”

“Mmmm.” More than anything, I wish he wasn’t wearing the thick robe, so I could feel more of his stiffness against my belly. There is a distinct outline through the robe, but I want more proof of his attraction to me. More. “You know what it was,” I tease, nuzzling his nose.

“I want to hear you say it,” he says, beginning to breathe hard.

“You gave me my first orgasm.” I lean up and glide our lips together, side to side, gratified by the long groan he issues. “I don’t know what I liked more. The way you made my pussy so hot, or the way you kissed me when I was coming.”

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