Page 64 of Satan's Priest


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I spun around, clutching at my chest and breathing hard. He closed the door, silencing my dead best friend’s shrieks. He wore a tight-fitting black shirt, his shaggy hair tousled like he’d just styled it. The desk lamp’s reflection gleamed in his blue-gray eyes, making them look like an overcast sky with the sun peeking through.

“She’s not real,” Sebastian soothed as he closed the short distance between us and grabbed my waist with both hands. “But I am.”

I stared up at his face, words on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t talk. There were a million things I wanted to tell him, but the only thing I could get out was, “I’m so sorry.”

He gave me a boyish grin, and I smiled back at him, hoping everything would be okay between us.

“I know it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help yourself,” he whispered. He tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear as he gazed down at me with love shining in his eyes.

I frantically nodded and gripped his biceps, hoping it would keep him here with me. “I really couldn’t. Something took control and—”

He silenced me with a kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth and tangling with mine. A surge of lust exploded through me, and my stomach knotted as hunger twisted in my guts. Sebastian walked me backward, then eased me onto his soft, unmade bed. Our clothes disappeared, and I didn’t question how that happened. He moved over me, kissing down my throat and chest, swirling his tongue around my belly button.

I gasped, arching my back and widening my legs in invitation. He kissed down my stomach, licking some of my stretch marks and palming my rolls. He lay on his stomach, caught my pulsing clit between his teeth, and sucked it into his mouth. My hips jumped off the bed, and I cried out from the pleasure of having his mouth on me. Sebastian licked up my folds, circling the end of his tongue on my clit before he repeated the process. I fisted his hair and yanked at it to make him look up at me.

“Sebastian,” I whimpered. “I need you. Please.”

“I’ll give you what you want,” he promised against my mound. His tongue swiped up from bottom to top, gathering my arousal and swallowing it. “Mmm. You taste so good, bunny.”

I nodded, not sure why I did, but I was brainless at the moment because of how good he made me feel. He gripped the back of my knees and held them in the air as he focused on making me orgasm. I arched my neck, mewling and panting as I grew closer until I tumbled over the edge, screaming his name. I yanked at his hair, unable to stop myself, and he grunted but never objected to how rough I got. He sank two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out while he continued to tongue-fuck me.

“Oh god,” I cried, bucking my hips against his face.

“It’s not God who you should be calling out to, bunny.” Sebastian nipped my clit as a punishment. I yelled, grinding against his face and melting into the mattress as he soothed the pain with his tongue.

“Right there. Ohhh, yes,” I moaned, shaking from my orgasm.

His fingers squelched inside me, but I wasn’t embarrassed.

After I floated down from the high, Sebastian leaned over me, my hips cradling him as he thrust into me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

He was bigger. Much, much bigger than what I remembered.

He buried his head into my neck as he pistoned harder each time he pushed into me. I dug my fingers into his back, rocking with him as he made love to me. But after a few minutes of this gentle lovemaking, I grew impatient. I didn’t want soft and sweet.

“Fuck me,” I begged in a breathless whisper.

“I am, bunny,” he groaned into my neck, his hips smacking against mine as he pumped into my wet channel.

“No, not like this.” I yanked his head back with my fist in his hair.

He groaned, then his dick jerked inside me and he quickened his thrusts.

“I want you to be rough. Please.”

I had expected him to object or say he didn’t want to hurt me. Instead, he snarled and flipped me onto my stomach, then raised my ass into the air and slammed inside me. I howled and held onto the sheets as he pummeled me with rough strokes.

Sebastian wasn’t overly large. He was about average, maybe a little below. But right now? His dick stretched me further than imaginable, reaching places he’d never reached before.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

His palm cracked against my jiggling ass. “Is this what you want?”

His voice changed. It was deeper, huskier, and sounded nothing like him.

I turned to peek at him over my shoulder, but he stopped me by smashing my face into the mattress, his palm pressed against my cheek. With his other hand, he slapped my ass harder. I screamed, clenching on him as he brutally drove his cock into me.

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