Page 135 of Preacher Man

"I gotcha, sir. I'm just going to get a beer, swear."

Ruby was standing by the bed; her gaze came straight to him when he went into his room.

"Second thoughts, beautiful?" He asked.

"No. Unless you do. Did he say no?"

Preacher smiled gently at her, tipping her chin up to get a better look at the beauty in her eyes. "Eager little shit went to get a drink. He comes back with popcorn I'll have to end him."

His joke had the desired effect by making her laugh.

"Let's get you comfortable." He slid the jacket off her shoulders, tossing it on an armchair. "Nervous? It's just and you, Rubes. We can stop anytime and kick the prospect out."

Preacher had to prepare for the stop sign, because the way they both fucked each other she might like the idea of some dirty pervert getting off on them getting off but it was a whole other ball game when naked and slick flesh on show was involved. He swooped down and took her mouth, her taste so sweet, even sweeter when she wrapped arms around his shoulders and got into the kissing, her lips parting to chase his tongue with hers.

"Nervous, but I'm turned on, Preacher man," she whispered against his mouth and it pounded inside his chest.

Goddamn, he was going to take her harder than he ever had. "Help me out of my clothes, would you?" Her little teasing tongue licked his lips.

Today, her hair was a disturbance of curls around her shoulders, he used two handfuls of it to draw her in closer, their kiss going on until he gave her a second for air, only then did Preacher remember he had to keep his head as straight as he could, this was for Ruby.

His throbbing cock keen to get at her didn't agree.

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He was right. Ruby was nervous. Was she really doing this? A fantasy brought to life was one thing for it to be hot as hell at night when her hand was sliding into her sleep shorts, thinking of a second pair of eyes on her while she had the best and dirtiest sex, and another thing to actually have it happen.

Her belly rolled over, some of it to do with Preacher's kiss.

He helped her shirt to rise by yanking it up and over her head in one fell swoop, her clothes soon became a pile on the chair he'd tossed her jacket on. Left only in her lacy panties she was oddly exposed and majorly aroused. Again, she questioned was this really happening? She reached up on the very tips of her toes to grab at his lips, when she was kissing Preacher she didn't feel so nervous, and not when he palmed both hands on her butt dragging her in, letting her feel he was turned on just as much as she was.

Fuck it, she thought, they were all consenting adults and she'd had a crappy day.

She needed this. She wanted this.Don’t overthink it.

Some of that bravado fell to her feet when a fist knocked on the door, she froze against Preacher's chest, he kissed the tip of her nose and told Slider to come on in.

Oh shit.

Oh shit, this was happening.

"Grab a seat over there, prospect."

"Roger that. It'll be like I'm not even here ... unless you want me to be." He winked at Ruby, the bottle of beer to his smiling lips. She laughed, tension draining out of her. Preacher growled. She rubbed his sternum. His jealousy apparent and delicious. "Okay." Slider laughed and parked himself in the second chair, "got it. I'm just eyes-only here, but just saying I got a perfectly good working dick if it’s needed."

"Pushing it, prospect. Slip your shoes back on, beautiful. I intend to feel those fucking heels digging into my ribs soon." Preacher told her and held her hand while she slid back into the four-inch heels.

He took her mouth cutting off any misgivings she might have questioned knowing Slider was watching their every move with a little smirk on his stubble face. The tongue delved in, hot and owning, his hand held the back of her neck, angling her up so he could eat at her, she opened and let him. Lost in him.

"There's that sugar," he groaned biting her lips open, his hand squeezing her ass made her go up on her toes, to get closer, even with the heels she was still a good few inches smaller than he was.

“I'm going to relax you,” he told her, slipping both hands down into the back of her panties he slowly peeled them down her legs, aware they were being observed from just a few feet away she felt empowered hearing a hard inhale coming from the prospect male, Ruby loved her body. Preacher went down on his haunches, taking her panties off first one foot then the other, he lay a kiss to her mound on the way back up. “Beautiful girl.”

That smile wrecked her.

He palmed a full aching breast. “Sweet girl,” the same hand stroked down her belly, the muscles seizing when he dipped lower and cupped her pussy, petting with the full palm, up and down and then he opened her up, she suspected so the prospect could see her fully, and because she was feeling so wanton she even widened her own legs, the heat of his touch blasting through her.

Ruby strangled a moan, lost in the in-out movement, the deep drill of his fingers, another one joined the other two.

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