Page 44 of Preacher Man

"Don't you dare stop." She warned when he came up for air, and he laughed, reared up his head, while he slid a finger, long and hard inside her, curling it up to hit that magic G-button, when she bucked and arched her long neck back Preacher knew he'd hit bingo stroking her into madness getting her right to the edge.

So, tight and warm.

This is mine.

He'd never needed to connect with another person through sex, which seemed fucking ridiculous since he was literally connected at the dick, but the emotional need in others was not his end game, connection was something he didn't do.

Until he did.

Until that's all he craved from one woman.

Connection and purpose.

Music from out in the common room shook the walls with its deep hard seductive beat.

"Do you think I get my mouth on this pretty little thing that I'm stopping Ruby? that's fucking crazy, I've had wet dreams about this pussy until I couldn’t stop coming all over my belly. I'm taking you all the way, you gonna come for me again?" Yeah, she was, he'd make sure of it, he knew his way around a clit and began to torture hers with the utmost affection from his tongue, sliding and sucking, encouraging her to move against his mouth, he liked participation and Ruby was with him popping her slim hips in a hot little circle grinding herself on his lips. Hungry baby, he was going to give her everything she could take.

When she grabbed onto his hair Preacher could hazard a guess the ever so controlled Ruby was on her way to losing her shit, he increased speed, fingers plowing hard into her, curling and scissoring the same time as he sucked and gave her the most intimate French kiss. She made a sound, a frustrated little grunt.

Her orgasm blew him away as it went on and on, her taut little body contorting she cried loud enough to deafen and wasn't that just the sexiest thing he'd ever heard?

His cock throbbing, he bounded to his feet, licking his lips, tasting every drop of sweetness, smirking as he looked down at the mess he'd left her in.

Damn, she was incredible. Her mocha skin sheened with sweat, posed in the middle of the bed with her hair all fanned out like one of those glossy mag things Rider's old lady liked to read, not that Preacher had looked at the girlie shit, but he saw things sometimes in passing.

"Jesus, woman, if I knew orgasms would make you twice as fucking beautiful I'da had you coming forever ago. Stay there, don't move, I need to fuck you now."

Getting up on the bed, knees on either side of her body, she reached out and grabbed him, rolling her tight palm down his cock, paying particular torture to the mushroom head leaking like a faucet with pre-come. A groan shook his chest. He’d never been this close to shooting off like an adolescent.

"Babe, I really like your hands, but if you don't want me to embarrass myself you might wanna cut back on tickling my slit, I wanna come inside you, maybe later I'll come on all over you." His voice strangled.

Who knew, so sweet, so proper Ruby Steele, who always seemed to keep herself above the debauchery of Armado Springs would be this fucking wild? She was his wet dream come to life and poured all over his bed.

"What if it breaks the condom?" She didn't stop stroking, those skinny long fingers teasing one, two and the third bar. It ricocheted pleasure to his balls and he was thanking god he was drunk that night he decided to sit in the piercing chair to have someone shoot a needle in his cock.

Hard as a bat he tugged her hand free, took the time to slip on a condom and breathe through the impending orgasm.

Jesus, she put him on edge, more than any other woman before. He never lost his shit this quick but the way they were touching each other, rubbing each other, it was a strangled possibility if he didn't dig in and dig down fast.

"It won't." She pumped him hard and fast, rolling his cock through her palm, Preacher saw stars, bit back a groan.Oh, sweet fuck.

"What if one of those beads falls off, will it get lost inside me?"

Now he grinned and arched a brow. She was cute with her pinched nose and curious eyes, he noticed she'd leaned into his hand wanting more petting, he slid his hand down her flat belly, cupped crudely between her legs and ground his palm.

"It's not going to, but if it does the condom will get it not your pussy, now for the love of Jesus, we're gonna fuck, Ruby, before I die. If all you want is just the tip then that's what I'll give you, but I promise you'll want more until you're so full of my dick you can't take a breath without feeling me stretching you out. I want to do some nasty shit to this beautiful body and it means me getting in deep and planting deep as much as I can."

God. she just didn’t even know yet.

He was at his last supper surrounded by all the food he loved best.

Her tits rose with her fast inhale, he could see the tiny buds all proud and happy liked hearing that, and she was glistening between her legs. "I want that." she told him huskily, “all of it. Fuck me, Preacher.” And she reached up for his mouth.

Their kiss was hot, sloppy, wet and about the best dirty kiss Preacher had ever experienced.

When he got between her thighs again he got there good, nestling his bigger frame until their hips settled together, his hands up by the pillows, their mouths in touching distance if she wanted to grab at it, and she did, gliding her tongue inside so fucking sweetly he almost came before he got into her, the climax was perched on the tip of his cock ready to explode.

"Get to it, Preacher man, we're not getting any younger, show me what those piercings can do, and be aware I will be rating this afterward."