Page 137 of Preacher Man

This was what she wanted, these dominant overtones from him, she wanted it with every fiber of her being.

Aroused and frenzied, incoherent, a little scared, Ruby was consumed in Preacher and what he was giving her.

The subtle grunts the prospect gave off only spurred her to be more daring, to let him see what was between her legs, what Preacher was licking. Was it wrong to enjoy those watchful eyes all over her?

Feeling more wanton and free than she ever had before, she free-falled into a climax, it detonated down her spine, caused her to arch off the bed and into Preacher’s mouth almost suffocating him, hands buried in his hair she pumped her hips, feeling his tongue slip deep inside her, the sensation was too much and not enough, sensitive, her flesh burned, she cried out with aftershocks until she sagged back to the bed, boneless and dead. This feeling of euphoria, she wanted to bottle it, take it out later when she was alone and roll around in it.

“More.” He groaned like a maniac. More? She was dead. Aware he was lifting her, holding her in his arms, Ruby gave a token whimper as he pinned her up against the wall so she was fully facing Slider, his eyes hooded and dark …aroused, she saw the distinct bulge in his pants, legs spread apart he didn’t do anything to mask he was liking what he was seeing.

The thought was releasing and she gripped onto Preacher when he hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder.Oh god. It was some kind of circus strong-man motion that she marveled at for a second before the pleasure overrode her once more, a tidal of heat, his great mouth open fully on her pussy, eating her alive.

It was mind blowing, every one of her abdominal muscles clenched and released, she flexed into his mouth, no need to grind since he was giving her every kind of friction a starved woman could need, his tongue and lips working vigorously.

She was so warm and liquid that when he set her down on her feet eventually she had no choice but to grab onto Preacher, to steady her legs, she had no feeling from the eyebrows down, every sensory nerve focused between her legs on the clit that was pulsing. Trying desperately to imprint every minute to memory, available for playback for any time she would miss this man in the future. No one had ever gone above and beyond to make her happy, to give her what she wanted. If Ruby hadn't been knee-deep in pleasure she might have taken the time to have a little cry for his sweetness in doing just that for her; making her happy.

“I think she needs more.” Groaned Slider and Preacher cut him a curious glance, his brow arched.

She watched them both, panting in small breaths.

He placed her on the bed, she rolled up on her elbows.

“Yeah, I do, too, prospect. You hearing that, Ruby? Slider here wants you to take more. You need a pump of my dick, baby?” Cupping her boob, he teased the hard nipple. He had a way of touching just the right body part that needed it at the time, coming down from pleasure, he just petted her skin a little, getting her ready for the next onslaught.

“God, yeah. Give me more, Asher.”

Coming up onto the bed, bracketing his huge body in a cage around her, his lips glossy from her climax, dirty man ate pussy like it was a steak dinner. It made her smile, reaching out she wiped his mouth, then did something equally dirty and sucked her thumb with a loud pop.

“Holy fuck,” the peanut gallery chimed in. “Sexy as fuck. Man.”

Ruby laughed and took the hard kiss from Preacher, her mouth open and ready, she tasted herself tangled around his masculine flavor.

“Aren’t you the naughty one.” Hoisting her hips up, brushing his cock tip to her opening, she was swollen, sopping wet, the motion jarred her, flinching, she bumped his hips again, not ready for more, yet starved to go again. Asher Priest made her hungry.

“The beard made me do it.” She told him trembling, he kissed her shoulder, down her chest, captured a nipple, made it hard as a pebble.

Preacher knew every erogenous zone and used them to his advantage, making her squirm, pleading for his touch. “Needy baby.” He laughed against her mouth, his fingers moving in and deep. “Do you remember what to say if you want me to stop?”

“Yes. Fucking stop, Preacher.”

The prospect snickered like he was having a fine time watching his live porn show.

“That’s right, beautiful. Because I’m going to push you to those dark limits, I’ll make it hurt so good.”

She saw stars. “Fuck. do it. Please.”

“Oh, I am.” She didn’t see him slip the condom on, but he must have because before she’d even finished pleading he had grabbed her legs, pushed against her thighs until she was concertinaed with them crushed to her chest and he shoved all his cock inside her in one long hard thrust.

Her cry hit every surface.

She was taken under by bliss. Her ass arched up as much as she could, accepting the full brutal stabs, she'd swear his thrust entered her bones.

“Shhh, Ruby. You took it, didn’t you? Such a good baby. Tell me how it feels?”

Full. It felt fucking full. She told him in garbled graceless words, or she thought she did, her brain wasn’t functioning on all cylinders. She was all hormones.

Splitting open, stretched to her limits, it was a job well done if that was his aim. She sucked in air, his hand moving down to tease her clit, she jerked and moaned, relaxing into the bed, her legs shaking in his big hands, he pressed forward, leaning his weight into her, the motion slipped his dick deeper.

Oh, what a sensation. He was touching everywhere, hitting magic buttons she didn’t know she had.

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