Page 39 of Preacher Man

Shameless, she pushed into those seeking fingers.

The stroking down below took her to another dimension, seriously, she had only been half joking when she'd asked him about the orgasms, she'd seen plenty of satisfied faces stagger out of the bathroom at work to know this man knew how to fuck and to satisfy but there he was with his large hand down her panties in a public hallway grinding his palm to her mound causing tiny flickers of pleasure to ignite in her lower abdomen.

"I think I'm getting the message, Preacher." Was that her panting?

“Good. ‘cause I have a piercing you’re gonna love feeling grinding into you.”

Unable to speak, what with the tongue in her mouth and then he did something...he didn't zero in on her clit as any man would, because that was the magic button, the mothership of heat, the pleasure source itself, the vagina epicenter, he didn't finger fuck her which she would have welcomed because she was wound tight and wanted a hard fuck, a dirty fuck, even a finger fuck, he didn't pet her, no…he began circling his finger right below her clit, she didn't even know a place existed but he stroked and rubbed and a tightening began to happen in her pussy, a true clench, her belly rippled like she was realizing she had muscles in there behind her food sac.

She tilted her pelvis. Seeking. The orgasm rising through her nerve endings, cresting out to all corners, a tsunami of long overdue sensation.

Sweet god, I’m in a hallway about to come harder than … ever before.Dizzying minutes passed by.

"Do you want me?"

Silence sat like a fat overfed cat between them. How to answer it without showing just what true raw effect he held over her. She wanted him more than she should.Walk away, her conscience spoke, open your legs, her vagina overruled.Stupid, greedy vagina.

Ruby didn't like to feel vulnerable, she'd be putting herself out there first, without knowing just how he felt.

"You can say it, beautiful. I'll give you anything you want."

One. Two. Three. Her chest rose and fell, he smiled and waited. "Yes."

"Good." That was it. So, simple. "I want you, too."

"Good." Ruby repeated lamely because she hadn't thought confessing it would be so ... easy and uncomplicated. The matter of a few words and it was done, out there for him to judge or refuse and he hadn't.

Ground to a halt against his mouth, she let him carry on kissing her, pushing her mouth open and licking inside all her body's blood rushed between her thighs as she came so hard so fast her back wanted to break, she bucked fiercely, only he didn’t allow her much movement, his free hand held against her belly, pinning her place to take it, it felt as though every muscle was orgasming at the same time, it didn’t just wave through her, it tackled from behind and rendered her useless for a long minute.

Oh, fuck yes, yes.

It was exquisite, she clung to the front of his shirt crying into his shoulder, harsh groans while the seizure took her.

It wasn’t only coming. She came apart.

When it was over, and she realized she was still alive, she sagged against the wall, eyes closed, mouth open, panting. She needed air. God, where was all the air?

Preacher’s hand removed slowly and for one second she was sure she heard him licking his fingers, her eyes pinged open, a smirk on his face. "I think those drenched panties can be your answer, Ruby." A smile took his face from appealing to downright devilish.

“Yeah. Yeah, they can. God. I need a minute before ----” Kisses robbed her of breath again, the man had just shaken her foundations, her pussy still on lockdown in a series of clenches and he wanted to explore how far he could push her lung capacity for needing the good oxygen. Her hand rubbed his massive chest, heard his smug chuckle. She was going to go to work tomorrow and tell all those waitresses.I get it. I so fucking get it now.

“That’ll do, pig,” she smiled in an orgasm haze. Eyes felt glazed over. “That’ll do.”

“Did you just call me a pig?”

“Mmhm. Check your movie history, Preacher man, how old are you anyway? It’s a classic. I was praising you.”

Even his laugh turned her to liquid smoke ready to ignite.

It was a chemical reaction between them. A match and gasoline.

And this night was far from over.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“I was so wrong when I thought it would be the best sex of my life. it was so much more, it didn't have words ... just a ruined feeling in my chest. I was ruined." - Ruby.

They fell into his room locked at the lips. Preacher’s hands cradled the back of her head, he pressed her into a wall.