Page 156 of Preacher Man

"Condom, baby." Shit. Fuck. He'd never forgot to wrap his dick before, never. One go with Ruby and all thought of protection went out the window.

"Well hurry up before I go on without you." Her sexy eyes flittered between hunger and annoyance.

He snorted, eyes flared watching her fingers reach down between her legs and began to rub.

Preacher lost the ability to breathe. How did his fucking lungs work again?

He growled and snatched her hand. "No. You come frommemaking you come."

Sexy as hell.

Another time he'd sit between her thighs and watch her masturbate.

He needed no guidance the second his cock was covered to slam back inside her. Fast hard shallow thrusts making her moan and grip the bed, he went at her like he had no better place to be but planted deep and hard in her pussy. Wherever his mouth could reach soft warm flesh he kissed, inhaling her scent, stroking his lips and beard, hands holding her legs wide, her knees almost kissing her cheeks, he pounded her good and hard, the bed shook, he had the single-minded intent of making her come apart like never before, making her break so hard that she passed out, couldn’t think of anything other than the feel of him stretching her, making it hurt so fucking good, slamming into her G-spot he wanted her to go off, to drench him like a river.

"You're creamy, Rubes. I'm gonna make you gush,fuckkkk… my little wet wife.” His roughened thumb sat against her clit and didn’t move, not even when she writhed and pleaded for mercy.

"Need a minute." Her lips all rosy and puffy from the way he'd bitten her, as he moved her on and off his cock, she was panting rapidly, her fingers digging into his wrists. "So, goddamn wet, I feel you everywhere grasping me. Nothing feels this good, Ruby."

Ruby pushed back taking him as far and as deep as she could.

Oh, shit, she was taking all of him, he could feel her inner walls stretching around him, closing around him, accommodating the fullness, her little body bowing almost in half as she struggled, fuck he loved seeing it, his eyes darted down to where they were joined. If Preacher believed in heaven he knew he was looking at it, he was in a perpetual state of bliss.

Barely giving Ruby a second to adjust before she was flat on her back, legs slung over his shoulder and he gave her the fucking of a lifetime. Heavy pulsing thrusts that were as relentless as it was amazing. It was tempting to just keep going, but he was so damn close he tasted blood in his mouth from chewing the inside of his lip.

He was determined she could reach another one as big as that first big orgasm, his motion ground him against her clit, the friction was a touch paper and she began to mewl.

"Baby, get it," He groaned, looking down at her. Eyes locked. She was so amazingly beautiful. Perfect, his Ruby. "Ruby…oh, fuck me." She had a body made for sex and driven by sin to make a man like him insane.

“Fuck, you make me suffer.”

Ruby was in the moment kissing him where she could reach, he cranked his head down and helped her. Preacher churning like an athlete, his motion fluid and graceful as he rode her to his end, grunting when he stiffened, a whole-body spasm and poured into her before collapsing. She tensed and trembled, her own fireworks seizing up her back she clawed his forearms and did as he'd wanted by soaking his cock. She was utterly flawless. He felt her everywhere.

When they came, it was together in fat tremors. In ragged yelps, their bodies arched in towards one another, spilling and coming their pleasure, reaching those last tapering flickers of bliss before it waned and left them breathing heavily. Until there was nothing left but silence. Two bodies wrapped around the other.

My wife.He thought.

Kissing her, her mouth was soft and tasted of sweetness, her tongue slipped against his.

His parents would have a shit fit when they found out he’d had a secret wedding, they were going to think Ruby was pregnant, he put that little conversation on his to-do list for today.

“What do you have going on today?” He asked when she fit herself into his ribs, her foot rubbing against his calf. Stirring him up. Which was a joke, because everything about Ruby stirred him up.

He heard her sigh. “I need to go and see my brother. He didn’t like Rita, at all, but I think I should still tell him what’s been going on.”

“I’ll take you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Let’s have some breakfast first. We’ll drop in on my parents as well.”

“Oh. Really? Today?”

He grinned, eyelids heavy, and kissed the tip of her nose. “You thought I sprouted up from the ground, beautiful? They’re gonna want to meet the Mrs who put a ball and chain on me.” he oomphed when she slapped his belly.

“They’ll hate me.”

“No, they won’t. Ma might be pissed at first because she didn’t get to send out invites or whatever the fuck women jones for with weddings, they'll probably tell you you're too good for me.”