Page 138 of Preacher Man

“You see this, prospect? How my lady likes her fucking stuffed to the brim, don’t you, baby?”

The prospect was busy with his eyes glued to Ruby’s pussy, grunting. Her belly clenched knowing how intently their intimacy was being observed. He was seeing their messy sex, how drenched she was, her juices clinging to her thighs, coating Asher’s lower abdomen as he anchored their bodies together.

His smile seemed to say he knew how liberated she felt.

“Tight.” She spoke finally. ”You need to move, Asher. Or I’ll ---”

“You’ll what?” He laughed, daring. Torturous flicks on her overly sensitive vagina inside and out she was bucking up as much as she could. Their eyes locked, his looked like pools of wicked lust. She was sure hers would mirror the same. “You’ll come?” One more flick on her clit and she did just that.

That was three and he hadn’t started fucking her yet.

Now he started moving. Wet sucking sounds as he slipped in and out of her wetness. She should feel mortification for the mess she’d made, only she felt too good to care, her skin was humming, she was flushed, his massive body churning slowly, her neck arched so she could watch their joining. It was erotic and dirty, seeing how deeply he embedded, his cock drenched from her.

“Fuck. Incredible. That’s what I wanted.” He groaned pushing into the pubic bone. “Got me all messy, didn’t you? Gonna use it now.”

Use it? Frowning, she cried out when he pulled free. Her vagina protested she wasn’t done with that yet.Give it back. I need it.“Flip over,” he issued.

Ruby was one mass of vibrating nerve endings as she took the herculean task to move onto her belly, he yanked her hips back and spread her thighs out, for a second she protested, he’d exposed her, both sets of eyes would see everything from ass to pussy, she could feel her own juices coating where she sadly did not have a thigh gap, ---stupid cake she loved too much,--- and going right down to her ass crack and then…

His thumb pressed and stroked that puckered hole.

Oh god.

Oh. god

Excitement and fear slammed into her.

He was going to use her mess. To fuck her ass.

Holy show-stopping anal, batman!

And the most inappropriate movie quote popped into her mind, of course her tongue blurted it, she was fucking nervous, excited, sweating from her sexual pores. "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker."

Slider laughed. Preacher laughed and slid his hand to the softest part of her spine at the bottom.

“I'm not calling you John McClane. What are you going to say if you want me to stop?” he repeated lifting her hips, opening her wider, one finger tormented her entrance, while his thumb pressed and forced its way in just a little bit. Burning heat. She sensed he was taking his cues from her, letting her breath and relax into it before giving her a little more.

God. It burned, she was too tight, much too tight for his dick. That beast would destroy her, tear her open and leave her wasted. The fear bubbled in her belly, excitement fizzled like cold champagne fresh from the bottle. She panted and rocked back into his hand taking a little more of his thumb. Oh, god, Yeah. It hurt in a good way, a really good way.

She wanted it. Her breath fanned the bed sheets, turning her face sideways, she caught the bright eyes of the prospect, unblinking they stared at each other, he was smirking and rubbing the heel of his hand over the bulge of his crotch, not at all ashamed of that motion either, naughty little boy, for a second she had darker thoughts, of asking him to join them, but she never would, she couldn’t share this with anyone else, his aroused gaze sent her belly in a hot dip, before she looked back at Preacher.

The sheets were soaked underneath her.

“I’ll say fucking stop, Preacher.” She didn’t want him to stop, as he pushed down with his thumb, she met him in the middle arching up, moaning a low keening noise in her throat as he spread her ass open, slipped in and out a little more each time.

The pain-pleasure became sharp, it would be more, a promise between them. His free hand finger fucking her.

“Touch yourself.” He commanded huskily.

“Feels good.” Sparks danced behind her eyes, the completeness of them making sense, they were as one, anticipating each other’s movements, as if they’d been having sex together for eons instead of weeks.

“You like that? Want more, beautiful?”

“God yes.” She shuddered.

His cock tip replacing his thumb, pressing in gently.

Oh fuck. This was it. If Ruby thought his thumb was filling, it was nothing to how his cock felt disappearing into her ass. She couldn’t take it. He’d split her apart. She would die.