Page 68 of Preacher Man

But he didn’t come.

He pulled from her body harder than he’d started, stopping was the most difficult thing he’d ever done in recent years, and he tossed the empty condom into the trash can under the bedside table, stepping off the bed he walked to the bottom of it.

His bed was a custom build, he was a big guy and needed something more than a King size. Raised on a platform, standing at the very edge it was the perfect height for his groin.

“Scoot down here, beautiful.” Her large owl eyes blinked, so full of pleasure. Gorgeous thing had her slippery arousal coating the inside of her legs. He loved her being wet. She came down and he got her to lie flat, with her head off the end, she was looking up at him upside down as she licked her lips. Saucy girl.

Rubbing the long length of her throat, he felt her reflexive swallow, so slim and warm.

“Do it, Asher. Feed me your cock. That’s what you want isn’t it?” And what do you know, she opened her mouth, wiggling her tongue.

It was the easiest push inside, using his hand he guided his cock, sliding over her tongue first before he really got into her mouth and he didn’t stop feeding his tiny dancer until he watched her throat bulge taking him in.

A woman with no gag reflex, now that was the motherfucking dream.

She licked and licked, sucking him down, while Preacher stroked the front of her throat, just pushing his hips a little to hit the back of her neck.

Goddamn. She gave the best head. The absolute best.

Ineligible prayers came out of him tangled in sailor talk.

He was fucking her much too rough, but she was humming and drawing her tongue over his piercing and who could resist that vibration through their cock 'cause goddamn Preacher couldn’t.

He was ready to blow.

Not yet. Not yet. Fuck.

With his cock sunk deep in wet heaven, he leaned bodily over her, kissed down her shuddering belly, her greedy hands playing his balls almost had him losing his shit all over her face.

Not yet. Not yet.

He had to work fast, latching his mouth to her pussy, they were in the classic sixty-nine, double head, he fucked her mouth, and she pushed her skinny hips up and fucked his as he gave her the sweetest intimate kisses.

Ruby jerked like Preacher had electrocuted her, lips clamped fully around his length, he heard her muffled cry, it was a case of three pumps and they came together in harsh moans.

She was gulping for air when he pulled free, her belly fluttering and her gorgeous legs spread wide.

That pussy is mine.

His mind was damn insistent on it.

Falling to his knees, he kissed her in that position, it was an awkward not enough tongue kiss that she joined in with, his hand holding her throat in a possessive move, his other one went directly between her legs and rubbed her mound, coating his hand in her wetness. She didn’t come again, but she gave a series of hard jerks while they tasted each other.

When she was this dreamy with lust it was hard to remember the woman, who threw snarky retorts at him all those months ago. He never thought he’d be here now with his tongue teasing against her lips and his fingers playing her soaked lips from top to bottom, giving a little hello to her puckered ass that he wanted to fuck very soon. From the way, she popped her hips and mewled against his tongue she wanted it, too.

“You can grab the first shower, babe. If we both go in there we’ll A; flood the bathroom and B; never reach Nebraska.” Reluctantly detangling them he rose to his feet, kissing her once more in that prone position. Preacher went to make food and didn’t think about joining Ruby in the shower when he heard the water gurgling through the pipework’s. He didn’t think of her wet and soapy.

Maybe for a minute.

Holy hell. She came out of his house striding down the steps like she had her own theme song playing in the background and did he mention how sexy she looked?

Eye-fucking at its best, Preacher leaned over the handlebars and stared at her with his heart banging, streaking his gaze from the bottom, over her skin tight denim jeans and converse, to the white vest tank that accentuated her tits like she was just trying to rile him up and that was topped off with the waist length mini leather jacket she wore unbuttoned, her hair caught up in a high ponytail swinging left and right with the music only she was hearing, but fuck, Preacher wanted to get in on it, if only to better enjoy the sway of those hips, cause those fucking goddamn hips were hypnotising him into dragging her back into his house and forgetting all about his job.

And then she smiled at him.

Pushing the black shades up her dainty nose she smiled and he swore the sun shone brighter for a second. He got really fucking hard.

Offering a hand, she grasped his. “Climb up.”

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