Page 3 of Midnight Mass (Priest 1.50)
A little frown chased across her lips, and I couldn’t tell if it was unhappiness because of the toll she thinks all this work is taking on me or if she was simply unhappy. But the frown vanished the moment she caught sight of my cock, hard and dusky and ridged with veins.
Looking at her looking at my cock was enough to make it swell and bob, now much too hard to lie flat against my abs.
She licked her lips. I didn’t bother to keep my next groan silent.
“Don’t make me ask you,” she warned, and I knew exactly what she meant. She didn’t want to ask for me to handle her the way she liked to be handled. She didn’t want to beg for my dominant side to be uncaged.
Not tonight, the subtext to her request said. Not when I need to be reminded that things are still okay.
The thing was that I needed to be reminded that things were okay, too.
I looked her in the eyes. “Say ‘red’ if it gets to be too much. If you can’t speak, pinch my thigh. Understood?”
The moment she nodded, my hand was laced in her dark chestnut hair and I was dragging her to my groin.
“Suck me,” I commanded, shoving her head down as my other hand held my cock upright. The minute her lips grazed my tip, I hissed, losing all control and thrusting up into her warm, wet mouth before she was completely ready. And shit, it was so perfect, so wet, and her tongue was doing the most incredible things. I could easily climax just by lying back and letting her service me. And while that idea was appealing, I decided tonight called for something different. Something a little more aggressive.
I grabbed her hair again, yanking her head up and pulling her aside as I climbed off the bed, and then I forced her to lay flat on her back with her head hanging over the edge. I was standing up now, and our bed was the perfect height to—yes—fuck her mouth. Fascinated, I watched the delicate workings of her throat as my cock pressed in past her lips, past her tongue, and all the way in. I cupped a hand over her neck as I pulled out and pushed back in, feeling the thrust of my cock through her skin.
The next time I slid inside her throat, she swallowed against me, her throat squeezing the head of my dick and her tongue pressing hard against my shaft and her lips sealing tightly around my base.
“Jesus,” I muttered, and then she swallowed against me again, and I had to make a hasty retreat from her mouth to make sure I could keep going.
Fuck, that had felt good. Sinfully, amazingly good.
And still I wanted more. Her cunt. Her ass. Every tight, wet part of her. I wanted to claim her, over and over again.
I tugged impatiently at her tank top, exposing her pert little tits, the perfect size for my hand to cup. I didn’t cup them now, though, just thumbed the furled nipples while I resumed fucking her mouth, giving each breast a sharp slap once in a while. I saw her hand snaking down her stomach, and I didn’t stop her, watching as she began playing with her clit.
“Good lamb,” I told her. “Rub that pussy for me.”
She moaned around my dick, the vibration going straight through me, reverberating up my spine.
“Now use one finger to trace around your hole.” She obeyed, and when she did, all the breath left my body, like I’d been punched in the stomach. “Yeah, just like that, baby.”
Somehow, the angle made the scene all the more tantalizing: how I couldn’t quite see her cunt, just the swell of her mound and the glistening of her wet finger as it circled into view and disappeared again. How I could hear the faintly wet noise of her touching her pussy.
I gave her nipple a gentle pluck. “Now push inside. Two fingers.”
She moaned again, and even over the moan, I could hear the delicious sound of her slowly fucking herself. “Good girl,” I ordered. “Harder now. Faster.”
I pulled out of her mouth and stared at the show in front of me—her tits jiggling as she fingered her pussy, her boy shorts shoved to one side just like I’d fantasized about doing myself not moments ago—all while she tongued and sucked on my balls.
“I wish you could see how filthy you look right now,” I told her. “I can’t decide whether I should make a filthy girl like you come on her own fingers…or come on my cock.”
Her mouth pulled away, enough for her to murmur, “Please,” her lips tickling my sensitive skin.
“Please what, lamb? Let you come? Fuck you? No, don’t stop with your fingers yet. Keep going.”
Her hips lifted off the bed, her breathing growing shallow and uneven. She was close. “I want you,” she managed.
And I wanted her. So badly. “If you make yourself come, then you can have me. How about that?”
I felt her nod, and then within seconds, she was gasping through her climax. I watched it all greedily, unable to wait for her to come down before I was sitting on the bed, pulling her on top of my cock, groaning into her tits as I impaled her on me in one, savage move.
She cried out, burying her face in my neck, and there was nothing in my world but clouds of silky, lavender-smelling hair and the feel of her firm ass in my hands, and her pussy wet and sweet on my dick.
I moved her on me, not up and down, but back and forth, the way she liked, making sure that her clit ground against the flat muscle above my cock every time she moved. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, holding her close as we rocked. “So fucking gorgeous.”
