Page 41 of Preacher Man

She didn’t know why that made her frown. Probably because she’d never end up with a guy who was deep in a motorcycle club. The club always came first above everything and her anxiety levels could do without the stress of that kind of existence.

He let her explore his upper body, shudders going through him when she leaned forward and sucked on his nipple.

“I would ink you, Preacher. If I could find a patch of skin left to tattoo.”

He let go of a grunt.

Moving as fast as the snake embedded on his skin, lifting her in his arms, he deposited her on the bed, her knees falling open.

A sexy noise from him rippled through her, Ruby leaned up on her elbows and watched him. He moved into her instantly, went down on his knees at the end of the bed. "Tell me how did I not know you had the prettiest fucking pussy, Ruby. Jesus, it’s like a work of art,look at it, hot wet pink inside, all puffy waiting for my mouth. You are, aren't you? Tell me you want me to eat you like dessert right now."

A pulse of heat shook her. "Eat your fill, Preacher man."

He groaned again, licked his lips, eyes between her legs. She had to admit that kind of intense admiration was sexy as hell, she felt wanted.

"Pull your knees up," he growled. "Up, keep going, fuck, perfect. Spread open for me. I hope you can hold that position, I don't rush, I want to savor you, beautiful."

He sucked with all of his mouth. No timid licking for the Preacher. With the position she was in, up and spread out she couldn't really undulate, but her back went soft, bones liquefied as she arched into it, whimpered her consent, for him to keep doing what he was doing and oh, Jesus, he was using his tongue, flicking it around her clit like he was testing out its durability.More! keep going, yes, yes.

A barrage of sensation, a noise of pleasure filled her head. The dirty keening noise was coming from her.

He was going to make her eat her insult about the orgasms by giving her too many until they killed her. Both fists grabbed at the bed. Silently begging.

Preacher drank her in, drained every life crushing thought out of her mind she’d had that week, all that was left was the sound of hot slurping and the way she pleaded to come.

Deep aggressive strokes took her over, no introduction, there was no warning tingle in her legs, it came suddenly and still he didn’t let up, he tongued her so deeply, so hard, his full mouth covering her pussy kissing her intimately she had no choice but to take it, but there was no way her legs could stay in the air, not even with her hands behind her knees, she let them fall to his shoulders, every muscle twitching.

Preacher grunted, rose a little on his haunches with his mouth still attached, freaking skill, she thought, and with his hands on the bed near her hips her legs slid down to rest on his forearms, he pressed them out and out holding her in place so he could lean over her, mouth buried, tongue working overtime.

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, fucking yeah right there, god yes.

He needed awards for giving head. Seriously.Oh god.Already she was rushing forward to grab her third orgasm in a matter of minutes, not even with her rabbit vibrator set on stun mode did she come this fast this hard and in quick continuation, she usually needed a rest and a bowl of cereal and maybe an episode of Lucifer before she attempted a third. Even then it was rare.

“Preacher…”

“Take it,” he demanded, sending vibrations through her already sensitive vagina, she reached between them, fisted shaken fingers into his hair and moved her hips back and forth on his wet mouth, she could hear the wet sounds, she should be ashamed to know all that sopping mess was coming from her, but she couldn’t, it only turned her on more, to see him lapping at her clit like a greedy monster, like her taste was the only thing he had ever wanted in his life.

“Give me it.” Popping her pelvis. “Like that. Yeah…god. Feels good ... don’t stop.”

“Not until I’ve got you good and nasty, baby. Until my face is soaked in your juices.”

He took his time, too much damn time because by the end, by that long torturous end when Preacher finally emerged to face level again, his lips wet, his eyes dark and gorgeous, Ruby was in no doubt he found her beautiful ---sexy even--- he'd worshipped every inch of her body in the slowest possible means even as she whimpered and begged, he'd revered her body.

She was a clenching mess, submerged in the sensation like a hedonist's wettest dream.

While Ruby came down from the best orgasm in what, ten minutes? Jesus. Her legs shook, she lay back on the bed panting like she’d been running, wallowing and letting her eyes roam, coming down from the dynamite pleasure.

The room was moderately plain, she watched him rise, kick off his boots and began the popping of his jeans buttons. His room was for hot nasty hook-ups.

Oh shit, her belly curled watching his fingers go to his belt, pulling it through the loops, next was the row of buttons, long tapered tattooed fingers and short nails, beautiful hands for a rough man, she was not missing the Preacher man unveiling. Head propped on a hand she gave him a saucy little wolf whistle.

“Work it. Work it, baby. Own it.”

“Say what?” His head cocked, fingers stopped before he could shove denim down his long legs, and Ruby laughed.

“Damn. You seriously do suck for movie trivia.”

“I'm thinking of fucking you, beautiful, my head isn't on movies.”

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