Page 117 of Preacher Man

This was sex.

Oh, god, this wasamazingsex.

"Yes. Keep going, Asher." She breathed, arching back into it, she covered his locked fingers with hers, drawing them down to her pussy and he stroked where she ached, where she was soaked.

"You don’t need to tell me yes when I can feel how wet you are, my beautiful. Wet little pussy taking it like a good girl, isn’t she?" The smile his voice was her undoing making her all soft and mush, she laughed. Arrogant all-knowing asshole.

“Are you personifying my vagina again?”

“She likes me.” He grinned.

Ruby didn’t contradict him because her body did like him.

He didn't give her chance to catch onto the pleasure before he flipped her onto her back, legs spread in welcome.

God, what a hussy, come in, why don't you.

The full shovel of his hand covered her mound, stroking like he was Dr. Evil with his pussycat. Sparks shot through her, remnants of her orgasm still lingering like soft notes of music throughout her nerve endings, sensitive to even the slightest touch.

Seemed he was far from done with her when he mounted in a sleek movement, all animal, hunger etched across his face, eyes lit up, he wrapped a hand around the front of her throat, her hormones went fucking nuts, squeezing, holding her in place with gentleness.

"This what you want?" He pinned her forcefully, positioning his cock at her entrance, she jarred her hips up, seeking. "Say it, Ruby. You don’t get it until you say it." Up, down, he slid his tip through her soaked lips, bumping against her clit. Through half-blind eyes she watched him.

Driving her wild, making her pant out of control.

She couldn't form words, her tongue all twisted and dry, how was he expecting her to talk? All she wanted was his cock inside her again sinking to China if that was what he wanted, just get inside already, angling her pelvis up as far as she could when he reached with his free hand to drag her legs around him, with his lily-white teeth bared he truly did look like a feral animal, the alpha junkyard dog ready to mount its mate.

The floor was cold. But the man crushing her was hot as hell.

Bodies sliding together.

She leaned in to kiss him. And he took her invite.

"Tell me you want me to hold you down and screw your brains out all over my floor, to take you how I want to take this slippery little pussy," he growled nudging inside just an inch, she squeezed down tight hoping to draw him the rest of the way, he groaned and she felt his fingers tighten on her throat, her pulse hammering.God, more.

"I want it." She gave. "Pin me in place and take me hard, Asher, please."

That was all it took, they had lift off after that, she could see the flash in his eyes, it stalled her breath, he slammed in so far, so hard, her cry bounced off every surface. A complete impaling.

He was incredibly intense looking into her eyes, fucking her stupid, every deep slam seemed measured for her pleasure, she handled the punishing thrusts of his cock, taking him to capacity, the ridge of his piercings through the rubber grazing her walls, causing her to cry out uncontrollably in short sharp shudders.

"Take it," he groaned. “You only have to lie there and take it, beautiful.” He thrust even deeper causing them both to groan in unison. Her private flesh was being used in ways she could only dream about late at night beneath her own sheets. Asher brought her every sexual desire to roaring life.

His fingers around her neck became stronger, unable to move even if she’d wanted to. “I’m not going to hurt you, but I will hold you down and fuck you like you want to be fucked. That’s it, my beautiful, cry out for me, squeeze me like she wants to, all hot and dripping. Fuck, I can’t get enough.” He went in hard with grunts. ”Now come for me.”

She did. It was embarrassingly fast.

She came like a speeding bullet, all charge, and no stopping. Wrapped up in her own pleasure she didn’t even know if he got there, but he must have done because he was currently crushing her to the floor, panting in her ear, his chest rapid.

“I think you killed me that time.” He groaned.

He did do all the work, she smiled to herself, eyes closed, lying like a wanton on a cold kitchen floor, so if anyone had done the killing it was Asher. Her system was in an overload of sensation.

No one made her feel the way he did, all punch drunk with desire. Without her sight, she used her other senses, slipping her heavy arms around his sweat-sheened waist, running fingers up his back, along every vertebra until she reached the nape of his neck, his face was buried in the dip of her throat, she liked him there, his breath warming her skin.

“You’re crushing me, Preacher. Roll over.”

He did, landing with a grunt at her side. There they laid for a handful of minutes until she regained her breath and when she could inhale slowly and move her limbs in a coordinated motion without falling over she got up onto her knees, Preacher still out of it, eyes closed, his face relaxed, his chest moving slower now, she grinned seeing the condom still attached to him. She did the decent thing by reaching up onto the counter and hooking the roll of kitchen tissue paper and disposing of it, wiping him up in the process. A few grunts, otherwise he remained still. “Are you dead after all?”

---