Page 141 of Preacher Man

“Yes, you can. Feel how hard I’m drilling you. Hungry little pussy taking it all, isn’t she? Fuck, you got me so amped, baby.” He strummed her faster, totally opening her intimate lips, rough wet strokes, using their shared pleasure to heighten the bliss. “Sticky girl,” grunted Preacher, swirling his fingers.

With her feet braced to the bed, and her back to his chest, she shamelessly used the momentum to ride back on him, slamming his cock deeper, too far gone to care how it must look.

Wet needful noises. Their bodies slurping together erotically. Preacher in her ear telling her how beautiful she was, to get it, to take it, to fuck him harder.

How could she refuse?

She was drunk on the act.

“I have to jerk off. Fuck. I gotta, man. She’s fucking dripping. My cock is gonna explode. Look at her,Jesus Christ, that pussy isperfect.”

“For fuck's sake.” Preacher rumbled in warning at the same time Ruby moaned.

“Yes.”

Both men seemed to halt in motion. One with his hand ripping open his belt and zipper, the other with his cock thrusting. “Yes,” she said again confirming it louder.

The prospect took her answer and ripped open his jeans, leaning back in his chair she watched him reach in, drag out his thick cock and wrap his fist around it, powering it through his palm.

“You bad girl.” Preacher laughed, a hand under her chin he pulled her head around to take her lips hungrily, tongues going in and out of each other’s mouth. “Look how crazed you made him to beat off. One look at this gorgeous wet body and he’s insane to come. Such a bad girl.”

Moans.

Groans.

Wet slaps. She grew closer. He grew closer. Slider grew closer.

It all seemed to happen at once, her pussy clenched down tight, milking Preacher’s cock, it was an out of body reaction, as he moved her on him with hurried pumps.

“Fuccck. Get there, baby. Destroy me with your orgasm.”

“Oh, god, Asher,” she wanted to say so much and nothing all at the same time.

The climax overtook her, not as powerful, but just as overwhelming, her moan was ragged as Preacher lost it. His face buried in the sweaty hollow of her throat, his hands spanning her waist, bruising her skin.

And as she sagged forward, it was then she saw as Slider pumped his climax out of himself, wet spurts over his hand, his groan was animalistic, his eyes all over her body.

She couldn’t look away.

“You get that on my fucking floor I’ll rub your nose in it, prospect.” Growled Preacher making her giggle, turning her body fully into him.

He held her so gently, cradling her in against his shoulder, softly stroking her back as if it was only those two in the entire world.

“Thank you.” She whispered nuzzling his lips.

“You were stunning, my beautiful.”

She caught a glance at the clock sitting on top of the small table by the bed. Holy shit. They’d been at this peep show for more than two hours.

Interactive porn really did make time fly by.

When she could feel her skin again, when her bones had settled back in her skeleton, Preacher told her to climb under the sheets, she undulated and rolled away from him, presenting him her ass to crawl up towards the headboard. She heard him grunt. “Tempting, baby.”

“Meant to be. Join me.” Lying down never felt so good, she became one with the pillow.

“Time for you to go, prospect.”

“Aww…for real? I mean, I don’t mind round ten, Preacher.”