Full. Passion.
The energy was so thick a barometer in his room would have swung wildly back and forth.
He played her like a maestro, his movements growing rougher, it was tilting her world, blinding her eyes, she moaned more, her voice making sounds she never thought possible, animal starved noises.
One hand between her thighs doing the wicked, the other locked her around her neck holding her in place, the spasms began in Ruby's spine, splintered off through her clit and shook her entirely for a minute, his hand never stopped pumping hard until she exhaled, boneless.
He did something so amazing it was cruel, those wicked fingers, she threw her head back and released a howling moan, the noise compounded by the rushing of blood in her ears, muffling her surroundings. What surroundings? She was floating in space.
Throwing his head back to look down his nose at her in that gorgeous commanding way that a big man had—professional athletes on a football field, soldiers going to war, Preacher curled his fingers around her hips, letting them dig in just a little, letting her know he had this, to trust him. She did and she would.
It was like having an out of body experience only to find on re-entry back into her skin that it was far too tight. He unleashed a storm on her body, a passion so strong she lost sight of time, it no longer was relevant, if it wasn’t about her and Preacher, it didn’t matter.
When she, at last, opened her eyes, she was resting her forehead against his rumbling chest as he snickered. “There, got you nice and relaxed, baby. Ready for more?”
“Oh, yes,” she purred.
“Fuck yeah I am.” Offered the prospect.
She wanted to pull Preacher closer but he had her arms pinned behind her back, taking the control, making her glow inside, and she liked it, no, she reveled in it, pulses of ecstasy flooded her system overriding any nerves she might have had.
Warm and radiant, her body felt like a noodle after her epic and extremely fast orgasm.
“On your knees, Ruby.”
Ohhhh. She fell easily, the carpet cushioning her knees, and had her mouth wet and open before she even fully got comfortable. Hungry for him, hungry to give him the same jarring pleasure. “Get me out.” His voice thick.
She did and he jerked in her hands. “Oh fuck.”
“Is this what you want?” She pumped the thickness, kissing the seeping tip, rubbing her lips over it until they were glossy, her eyes slipping to the side to see the prospect intently watching, she licked Preacher’s cock again and saw the other male’s chest inflate so hard it could have ripped open his T-shirt.
What a rush.
“Take me in, beautiful. I want to feel your throat.” She did. His taste exploded on her tongue. He smiled a hybrid kind of smile, a perfect blend of want and need.
“God. Look at you. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?” She had no room to talk, her throat full, she hummed her reply, drawing him even deeper, reveling in that dirty grunt he emitted as he fisted her hair, pumping his hips.
Choking her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“This was the story of falling in love with a notorious biker manwhore. The Jane Austen untold version." - Ruby.
She loved it.
Ruby sucked him harder, her tongue roaming up and down his length, over thick ridges, raised veins until he pulled away panting. “You almost had me, beautiful, almost lost myself with that wicked mouth. I don’t want to come yet, get up on the bed, show me my darling pussy.”
Preacher ripped off the rest of his clothes and came towards her. His command was unmistakable, loving this side to him, the naughty look in his eyes as he watched her climb up onto his bed. Presented herself blatantly.
"Mother of god." Hissed Slider.
When Preacher's mouth was latched onto her clit, the lines blurred between pain and pleasure, becoming something new, something on fire. The edge of pain was a kind of promise, the focus between them palpable as if there was no one else in the room but them.
Only there was someone else. And Ruby felt the penetrating eyes on her like a second skin.
She was hot.
She was turned on.