Page 87 of Preacher Man

It was Karma, she was positive. She got a little good and it waswhack, take that. Just one slice of nice for herself for a minute andwhack, karma laughed her ass off at Ruby giving it the hold my beer speech to fuck her up just that bit more.

Thiswas her good. This was her slice of nice, for as short as it lasted. She’d go back to being alone because alone was better, less complicated. She was fine with being alone. Life couldn’t intrude because she was well and truly fucking sick of Karma. Bitch please, do your worse.Only please don’t.

She sighed and looked up at Preacher who was stony still and icy quiet.

“Please, Asher.” Her voice shook. Fingers crept up his shirt. “I want you.” her smile was a blade. The only one she could muster. Sweet horny Jesus, this was not going to plan at all.

One stupid question, innocent in form, and she was locking doors, erecting walls and leaving a note at the door for Karma to be turned away.

If she got into who Sebastian was -- well she just wasn’t going to. Not to Preacher. He wanted to fuck her, not get her life story in all its miserable boring richness. That really was not a turn on and she wanted him impossibly horny, she wanted him so turned on by her he didn't have anything else to think about but what was between them. Was that so bad to want?Just this, just give me this.

She slid her hands under his shirt when he didn’t make a move. She felt a tremor go through him, otherwise, he was a statue, eyes on her. Heavy eyes penetrating down to her bones.

It took her a moment to find her voice. “Please,” she asked again feeling pathetic. “You said I was to ask for whatever I want. I want you right now.” Whose cock did she have to suck to get fucked around here anyway?Oh yeah, his.

Ruby didn't want the nice and the easy, she wanted the rough and the now. She didn't want to be coddled or interrogated, she wanted five minutes ago when he couldn't get enough of her, she wanted an hour ago when Preacher was so desperate for her his kisses hurt and possessed her. She wanted that flared passion back, not a boring conversation that held no relevance between them, because if she let normal life in the middle of this, she might as well call it quits now, to say goodbye to the few minutes of nice she was allowing herself.

On her way to sinking to the floor, he grasped the top of her arms, she thought for a second he would thrust her away and that’d be Karma 10000 - 0 Ruby. But then he grabbed her in, handling her roughly, she moaned as he crushed her lips, forcing them open with a swift lick and plunder. She sucked in a winded breath.

“You get this.” He growled against her lips, keeping his tongue moving in the hottest way, she dropped the towel, got up on her toes, grasping his firm ass, feeling the thick pipe of him digging into her center and even then she could hardly reach all of him as she wanted to, starved for him, but she need not have worried because he was already picking her up, and striding quickly to dump her onto the bed, she landed with an oomph, rearranging herself fast so she could gaze up at him, sex in her eyes mirrored his.

Thank god.Thank god. Oh, he had it going on. Look at him. He oozed every masculine stereotype she could think of. Bossy. Alpha.Mine for now. He was the only man to make her dizzy, feverish.

“Listen to me, Ruby. And listen good. I know what you’re doing right now, baby.”

Blink.

Still tasting him in her mouth, he’d turned so serious.

She wanted to screw the stress out of her life, not add to it. “And I’m going to let you. I’m going to let you use me how you need it because you look like you really fucking need it. And then afterward we’re going to talk.” His voice is all dark and sexy, like he’d just spoken a million sex words and her vagina was listening intently. Ruby whimpered.

Use him. That sounded wrong and dirty and gorgeous. Yes, she wanted to use him completely until she couldn’t breathe without tasting him. There was no room for thinking so she didn’t even try. Her mind blanking out, her other senses taking over. The scent of his masculinity was raw causing her body to react. Nipples hard. Belly fluttering. Her thighs rubbing together wanting more than anything to feel him between them, hot and hard and oh, so rough.

She saw the pulse in his throat. It matched her own rapid inhale.

No more talking. She reached up and latched onto his mouth. No more talking until it was time to talk.

She was dying for him this walking, breathing erogenous zone she was drunk on.

Use him. It went around and around inside her head, their tongues swirling and all she could think of was using him in filthy carnal ways. Would he let her? Yeah, he would. She rubbed his cock, heard his groan and did it again.

Lust heavy between them, her body aching. A knock-on effect from all the sex they’d already shared, but something else, something bigger, it’s what scared her, what made her grab onto him tighter, to help rip his clothes off, to kiss him like she was dying of air and needed only his.

This was Preacher, she had to remind herself, but Preacher turned up to fifty. She smelled the lust and sweat and musk of him. All manly, but it was Preacher, the man didn’t do commitment, relationships or entanglements past sex as far as she could tell, telling him any facet of her life was going to be like ice water in summer, and call her crazy, but she’d only just got her libido back, she wasn’t sacrificing it for heart to hearts that were no significance to their mutually exchanging of body fluids.

His eyes when they looked down at her were hot and heavy-lidded, piercing with intent, looking deep down through the bones and gristle right into her soul, the look she felt between her legs.

"Asher..."

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me now?” He pushed her down to lie flat, crawled over her, all the while rolling on a condom over his thick length. The motel room that had seemed small an hour ago became minuscule, and void of air. She couldn’t think, all thoughts turned syrupy.

She opened her legs shamelessly.

“No. just this. “

“I will pay you to tell me.” One of his eyebrows lifted, completing the picture of ripped, arrogant biker guy.

“I’m not for sale.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, lulled there by the thing he was doing with the pads of his fingertips on the inside of her thighs, because, god, it felt damn good.

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