Page 42 of Preacher Man

One fast downward tug and his jeans were gone and kicked out of the way. The man walked around commando.Commando. All this time he'd been raw under those jeans every single time she'd seen him. Thank god her vagina did not have that detail, she might have gone wild cheetah and attacked him.

Oh shit, fuck, fuck. The sight of him was ... All spit dried up in her mouth, eyes only one place.

He had the hottest cock she’d ever seen. Thick and long with gorgeous veins leading up to the swollen tip and did she mention thick? Not even a bend to it. That great big erection pointed right at her.

Target found. I surrender.

Until --- the hand palmed around his cock let go and she got the first full look at --- oh hell what!

******

"Hold it. Back up there, pal! you didn't tell me you hadthatkind of cock piercing! I thought it would be a little ball bearing." Preacher grinned wickedly, loving where her gorgeous eyes were glued to, he throbbed harder and kept coming forward. She was on his bed spread out like an all you can eat buffet and Preacher was starving, nothing stopping him getting there, nothing at all. What was the problem? his brows folded in, looking down at his dick half crawled up his abs, wanting desperately to sink inside Ruby. He was so happy to see her and she was glaring at him.

A hand wrapped around himself again, pacifying with a small tug, his groan rattled his chest.

He was already on the bottom of his bed, with her legs parted in the sexiest offering, now she wanted to talk?

Women.

"I told you I had a piercing, Ruby, nothing to fear, you'll like it, I promise and I never lie."

"You did not tell me you had…that! I thought you meant a tiny little thing." she insisted, eyes even wider, and all over his penis. Preacher smirked, growing harder, he did like the women looking at his shaft, showy thing liked the attention, growing thicker, all the blood in his body pooling in one hard place. "That is not a piercing it's a ... it's a weapon of mass destruction."

Preacher laughed. "It's called a frenum ladder. Come here, it won't bite, feel it." Grabbing her hand, pulling her forward he helped her wrap her skinny fingers around him.

Oh fuck. Don't come.

"Will it hurt?"

"Only if you stop." His pained groan blistered the air. Really needed to fuck her.

"I mean me. Will this hurt me?" Curious thing stroked and touched, taking those nimble fingers of hers up and down, torturing him.

Preacher lost some of his mind and almost the power to speak for a beat of a second. "Do you want it to?" He saw something flash in her eyes, her head came up suddenly, a dark truth lurking. His cock got harder.Oh, baby, really?"No, beautiful, it doesn't hurt you. You'll enjoy it."

While she explored his cock, running her fingers on the underside over the row of bars and silver beads, he cupped her left breast, beautiful and perky, tugging gently on the dark nipple, he leaned down and flicked the tight bud, tasting her sweetness. she sighed and with her free hand, she ran it over his skull.

All the while he chugged back his grunts and the promise of a climax right there ready to explode the fuck out of him. He was losing control, and he never lost his composure. Ruby made it difficult for him to remember he wanted this to last, to savor every second of fucking her.

She emitted a sexy noise low in her throat, a hot little purr, an appreciative one when she found he liked being played with.

Preacher’s laugh was dark and pleased. Naughty little girl eyeballing his cock like she found what she wanted to eat for dinner for the rest of the week.

And he was going to give it to her.

As much as she could take.

But first, he still had a thirst going on in the back of his throat, he hadn’t had enough of her yet. He rolled himself off the bed, grabbed a few condoms he tossed onto the bed beside her then prowled forward, liking how she got herself sprawled out for him, her gorgeous body just as he thought she would be; Absolute perfection. The most stunning woman he'd ever seen.

Some men didn't like going down on a woman, saw it as a chore, something to go from A to getting his dick wet.

Not Preacher.

He loved the taste of pussy. To feel her wet and giving on his tongue, those catchy little breaths when he knew he had her on the edge and it turned her into a wild hair pulling maniac desperate for her pleasure riding the hell out of his face.

Fucking loved it.

"Open your legs, Ruby. Let me see how drenched I made you."