Page 80 of Preacher Man

"Yeah. This woman I've been fucking."

"She sounds amazing." Ruby grinned, fishing shamelessly for a compliment but was knocked off-kilter when his face sobered, and he cupped her chin. "Yeah, she really is."

"Okay. Well." Embarrassed, she popped up to her feet, standing over him on the bed, he had to put his head back to look up at her. "Maybe we should get to that part huh?" her smile was a little teasing, as best as she could tease this man who kept knocking her off her own damn game. He was better at it, she could admit it now.

"Whatever you want, beautiful. Strip."

Ruby did in record time. Only she never got chance to sink down and find his cock as she craved to do, because Preacher groaned loud, using her butt in both of his hands he dragged her into his face, standing over him with her legs braced on either side of his thighs to stop herself from falling she rested her hands on the bedroom wall while he pushed his tongue into her pussy lips.

“You never fucking wear panties, drives me crazy to know that,” he growled palming her mound, stroking it like he would a cat from front to back. She purred.

"Oh, god."

"There she is, my gorgeous little darling. She got all nice and wet for me and It'd be rude not to say hello. Keep still, Rubes."

She had no plans to go anywhere, ever again. Instead, she brazenly rocked against Preacher's mouth. Mewled when he licked her fast, begged when he went slow and cried out his name when he made her come on his tongue.

Without bones, she sank down over his lap, flopping her forehead to his shoulder trying to regain her breath, deplete of everything but the sensation of Preacher's mouth and his hands as he’d gripped tightly onto her hips, growling against her vagina while he ruined her. That's how it felt. A ruination of her completely.

"Told you, sweet like sugar." He hummed and she melted some more knowing he was more than likely licking his lips savoring her like a kinky bastard. "Are you still alive, beautiful? I don't mind banging your corpse, you're still warm, just so I know." His chest vibrated laughing. She poked his ribs.

"Pig."

"Horny. Lift up, let me...fuck yeah... let’s get you tucked in nicely...goddamn, you’re so small, it feels like you’re trying to push me out." The latex brushing against her entrance made her shiver as she gave around him, accepting the large length in one slow push until she had no more room.

Down to her bones and the blood, to her starving soul, Ruby knew this moment right now was going to haunt her in months and years to come. Even if their sex tomorrow or the day after or the very last day they had sex exceeded this feeling, she would remember this second as the greatest one shared with Preacher. It was on every single beat of her heart, the way he brought her in gently, the softness of his touch, the unhurried way he settled her down coaxing her to accept all of him. He wasn't in a hurry, he didn't slam her down making her take him, he seduced her into it, let her see the blaze of lust and the feelings he had for her.

She would keep that look and let it stain her heart years from now.

I can’t fall for you, Asher.

When he brushed her hair back from her flushed face, held her cheeks, she didn't know, but looking back, it was probably going to be the moment she fell in love with Asher Priest.

Sometimes I love you looked nothing like you imagined it to. It could be something as simple as brushing the hair from someone's eyes.

Their dance went on. It was slow and easy and patient. It was torturous and languid. She rose and fell on his cock, letting him control the depth and speed as she rested on his wide shoulders now slick with their sweat. He made dark grunting noises as she fisted around him, her vagina walls gearing towards the finish. So, close, so very close. He felt incredible like she never wanted to experience another thing in her life, this was the pinnacle of ... everything. Just a while longer,let me have him a few moments more.

And for once he didn’t dirty talk her to the finish. Neither of them needed it. It was just their bodies and a whole lot of push and pull and the noise of her ass slapping against his thighs.

When she came, it was as though the world around her became different. Her brain went blank, her eyes glazed to fuzzy, so contained in her own euphoria she almost missed Preacher’s hard release, through the condom she felt the heat of it.

It seemed totally fair he seemed to be lost in it as well since she was depleted. His face contorted into something so beautiful, the cords on his neck raised as he went through the last spasms and then sagged against the headboard.

Stroking fingers on his neck and cheek she didn't realize she was doing it until he pushed against her hand angling his massive body like a pet looking for more affection.

Had she shown him too much, is that why his green eyes looked fathoms deep into hers? He saw a truth in her neither of them wanted. She didn’t want it or had time for entanglements.

Sex was all she could afford.

A swell of panic and she made to climb off his lap, to move to the other side of the room where she could breathe Preacher free, only his large hands clamped down on her hips, before one slid around her waist, up her spine, catching around her nape under her hair. She shivered unfettered. “Stay.” It was a command she listened to.

Just for a minute.

“I need to move, Preacher, my legs are cramping up.” It wasn’t a lie, but a very convenient excuse at the same time. Gingerly she climbed off him, jerking as his cock came free, her vagina never wanted to set him free, greedy bitch, she passed him a tissue to discard the condom, it felt a very housewifey thing to do like they were used to working as a team.

Gathering her composure, she sat on the edge of the bed, massaging the back of her calf, her stomach gave a giant growl reminding her neither of them had eaten in hours.

Preacher must have heard too, he rolled himself off the bed, grabbed his jeans. “I’ll go get us some food, you in the mood for anything?”

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