Priest (Priest, #1)

by Sierra Simone

“I, uh. I’ve never done this before.” Her voice was low and beguiling, the aural rendering of moonlight.

“Stop,” I said and then was shocked at myself. I never gave orders like that. Well, not anymore.

O.o

There had been no one to just listen like it mattered how I felt about it. Like it mattered that I still felt about it.

“Maybe you loved the wrong person.” Because who wouldn’t love this gorgeous creature? This overeducated, oversexed woman who oozed intelligence and sensuality?

But then her face lit up and my stomach constricted at the sight. Because she was beautiful all the time, but happy? Happy, she was fucking radiant.

I can’t help it—a guy coming is the hottest fucking thing, especially when I can feel it inside of me…”

I stopped seeing a penitent. I stopped seeing a child of God. I stopped seeing a lost lamb in need of a shepherd. I saw only a woman in need—ripe, delicious need.

Her teeth still bit her bottom lip and I wanted to bite that lip, bite it so hard that she would squeal.

“Poppy,” I said dangerously, “did you come here without underwear?”

“My little lamb,” I whispered. “You are so very, very wet right now.”

Anybody could walk in right now, walk in the front door, and see their priest with a woman bent over the piano, kneeling as if he were praying to her cunt, kneeling with his face buried in her ass.

Loool

“But I won’t lie. It makes me hard as fuck knowing that I was the first man to taste you.”

“Show me,” I ordered. “What?” “Lie down on this floor, spread your legs, and show me what it looks like when you fuck yourself thinking of me.”

Shit, this woman was filthy. And perfect.

“I shouldn’t put you over my lap and spank your ass for being a brazen little slut and coming here without a bra,” I growled in her ear. “I shouldn’t twist ropes around your wrists and ankles until your cunt is exposed and then screw you until you can’t walk anymore. I shouldn’t flip you over and fuck your ass until your eyes water. I shouldn’t drive you down to the strip club and fuck you in the back room, so that you’ll forget all about Sterling and the only name you’ll remember to say is mine.” I lightly bit her nipple again. “Or God’s.”

“One more. Give me one more.” One more what? I wondered even as I spoke. One more orgasm? For her? For me? One more chance? One more glimpse, one more taste, one more minute to pretend that there was nothing in the way of us being together?

“You want me to fight for it, lamb?” I murmured against her lips. She nodded breathlessly. “You want me to steal it from you?” Another nod. “Force it from you?” A shuddering exhale. And then finally another nod. My little lamb wanted it rough, and what do you know, I wanted to give it to her that way.

“I want to be inside you,” I said. “Just a little. Just to feel it.”

“Filthy girl,” I whispered. “So dirty to let me stick it inside of you. Do you like this, being spread open and used this way? I bet you like being called dirty names too.”

I wanted to tell her that right now I’d give her anything; I’d give her everything, so long as we could stay in this peaceful bubble of early autumn forever, just the two of us and the leaves and the green warmth that made it so easy to feel loved by God.

“Oh God,” she whispered, and it was clear I was on speaker now. “Fuck, Tyler. That’s so—if I were there, I would lick every last drop off you.” “If you were here, it all would have gone in your tight little cunt,” I growled.

“You are truly beautiful,” I said, running a finger down her jaw. And then I reached for her hand, lacing my fingers through hers. “Whatever happens after this, I just want you to know that this was worth it. You were worth it. You were worth everything.”

So here’s my final confession. I knelt on my bedroom floor like I was going to pray, but instead of praying, I spread my legs and fucked myself with my fingers, pretending it was you. And when I climaxed, I hoped to God that you would be able to hear me calling your name.

I wanted your dick so much, Tyler, it was all I could think about. How it stretches me. How you make it hit that perfect spot every time.”

God, I wanted it to be dirty. I wanted it to be so fucking dirty.

her hands fisted in my shirt and she panted as I continued my assault, awful words coming out of my mouth, cock tease and slut and you want it, you know you want it.

I would fuck her until she felt like she was mine. I would fuck her until she couldn’t walk away. I would fuck her until I couldn’t walk away.

And I could tell from the way she smiled to herself, the way she closed her eyes every now and again as if to push back tears, that this was something Sterling had never done. He’d never checked in with her after sex, he’d never petted her and praised her and rewarded her.

AFTERCARE IS A MUST!!!!!!!

nothing short of being with this woman every minute of every day would be enough to stop the yawning hunger low in my belly. Or even more dangerously, stop the hunger in my heart.

“I mean, we’re dating?” “I don’t know what you call it when you fuck someone’s ass raw, Father Bell, but that’s what I call it.”

Lmfaoooooo bruh

“Are you sore?” I asked, worried. She beamed up at me. “Only in the best ways.”

I was ready to make her life and her desires my own, and any place Poppy wanted to go, we would make a home together. Spend our hours together fucking and loving. Someday watching her stomach grow with my child.

I couldn’t lose her. And I couldn’t keep her.

Sometimes she was too beautiful to look at.

She pressed herself into the mattress, as if trying to get away from my touch, but that wouldn’t do, wouldn’t do at all, because I had plans for that part of her that extended well beyond what one fingertip could do.

“Oh, that’s so good, baby,” I grunted. “You’re such a good girl. Show me how much you like it.”

Her eyes locked on mine. “Fuck me like you want me to be yours.”

I wanted her for the rest of my life.

But then I worry”—and there were real tears now—“that you’re going to give me up instead.”

I could see the moment she realized it, that I wasn’t going to tell her that we would stay together,

I wanted to comfort her, hug her, fuck her. Why did we have to talk about these awful things when we could keep pretending?

She wore a wig the color of blue cotton candy and eye makeup so heavy that all I could picture were those kohl-rimmed eyes peering up at me as she sucked my dick. And I immediately saw what she’d meant when she said the club liked to hire girls who looked expensive.

A blue wig????? THIS IS NOT EXPENSIVE

“I want to play a game,” she said.

The device you're wearing...is a major hard-on ;)

fucking her throat like I fucked her pussy—hard and without apology,

It makes you wet to be treated like the slut you are, doesn’t it?”

I’ll take you to every place I’ve ever been and let you fuck me there, so you can rewrite my history as your history if you want,”

The sun came through the windows perfectly to frame her, as if God were reminding me of my decision, of why I was doing this.

Was I really ready to give all that up for a life with Poppy?

The bitch aint worth it

Sterling. Sterling was here, here in Poppy’s house, here in her bedroom, his suit jacket thrown carelessly over the bed and his tie loosened.

Ruh roh

How could she just have left? Without a word? Had it all meant that little to her?

YES. NOW MOVE ON. THIS BITCH SUCKS!!!!!!!!