Page 45 of Preacher Man

This was new, playful. He was usually so into just getting off that Preacher rarely had a joke with who he slept with.

“You ever fucked a Priest, baby?” He asked as he palmed himself.

Ruby laughed. “You’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?”

“I’ll make you feel all holy. Let me bless you.” A hand to her belly, he used the other to guide his cock to her entrance, the wet heat greeting him like a long lost old friend.Oh, shit yes, mother of god, finally,he thought, pushing home in a long shove. He didn't stop, he couldn't stop, he went in and in, filling her in one bone-rattling thrust.

Two groans became one sex symphony.

Her body took all of him. In and in until he had no more room to dive into, Preacher hit bottom and it was about the most perfect sensation, if he had any blood up top of his body he'd quote sonnets, fucking poems of old to make Frenchmen piss themselves, but as it was, his cock had the blood supply, thickening the tighter she squeezed around him.

Breaths churned out of them both.

It felt incredible.

He gave her a sweet second to let her walls stretch around him, he knew he was a big guy and he didn't wanna hurt her, not if he had rounds two through five in mind already. But the wait ... fucking torture. He pressed their mouths together.

"You okay, Ruby?" Small kisses dotted on her lips, her tongue flicked out capturing more.

"Mmmmm... yes. Move, Preacher man, you're killing me here."

The green light was all he waited for, rearing back almost to his tip Preacher angled her hips up and slammed back down, repeating so forcefully she was at her climax in seconds.

Jesus. Amazing. She gripped him so tight he saw stars.

Fucking her pump after earnest pump, there was no stopping how frantic he went at Ruby that first time, he should be apologetic for how long he lasted, but it felt too good, she was all over him, hands grabbing, nails clawing down the length of his back, her legs up around his waist and the dirty talk ... fuck, it literally blew the top off his cock, the climax tackling him like a detonation had happened somewhere in the clubhouse, everything in his shaken.

"Oh fuuuuuck. Fuck.Baby. Fuck."

"God.More. I need it again," she cried out and wasn't that the best compliment.

"Beautiful, you don't have to beg for a goddamn thing, I’m going to give you it all, if this is just one night, then be sure I'm eating and fucking abusing that pussy until you can't walk straight ever again, you’ll feel me there for weeks, little twitches of pleasure to drive you crazy." Her little bud was begging for his mouth, to rile her up, calm her down, make her fucking scream and he was going to deliver. “Are you ready?”

“I’m ready for anything.” All that wild intensity focused on him. He helped her roll over to her belly, stroking the full length of her back, over every bone of her spine, her undulation was almost Preacher's undoing, he dumped the condom and turned to fully focus on the tiny dancer.

Needing more access, he helped her down flattening his palm to the base of her softened spine, taking the time to kiss the two dimples at the base, she folded at his instruction, pushing her ass up,sweet fuck yes ... show me what I want... and with his two greedy hands shaking a little he pressed her thighs open letting him get a good eyeful of her bare and slippery from her pleasure.

His head went down.

Laving the pearl at the top of her pussy his tongue went a little rogue with its manic flicks, her flavor flooding his mouth, her moans reaching down into his gut until that sexy noise had rearranged his furniture.

It felt so surreal to have her here like this. This was Ruby.

Goddamn if he had days he'd give her all the head she wanted, he’d spend hours between these thighs sucking her furiously into so many orgasms she'd forget what day of the week it was, but he only had tonight, her decree, and for once in his active player life he was resentful he was fast running out of time to enjoy a woman.

This woman. Fuck.This woman. Ruby.

The taste of her turned him into a drunk trying to get the last drop of rum out of the bottle. Preacher relaxed his mouth and enjoyed her little mewls and cues of what she wanted and where she wanted it, her ass moving back, he used the largest part of his palm to keep her pinned to the bed by the base of her back where she was most pliant and receptacle, her skin like silk, noticing how the harder he held her down the more she cried out.

Oh, baby. Interesting.His cock ached, became fuller.

She rubbed back on his face, soaking him. He fucking loved it. "Make me come. Please, please, please." She moaned

"I will. Give me more time with you, Ruby." His tongue worked in long licks, pulling her clit between his teeth, if he had her so intoxicated in the climaxes he could get her to confess she wanted more than this, wanted more than a single solitary night. It wasn't going to be enough to satiate either of them. “Once is not nearly enough. You know it’s not, you’re fucking my mouth like you’re crazy for it,” he licked her long and deep, flicking that darling bean a few dozen times.

"No…Preacher…Oh...god. Just this, we said. We agreed. Please. I need it." Her hand joined between them, tried to rub herself, he tisked and moved it out of the way, he'd get her there, not those skinny fingers. Another time he'd watch her masturbate.

"More days of this and I'll have you coming hard until you've drenched my mouth, that's what you want, isn't it? I feel you, this too tight pretty pussy wants some heavy-duty petting, deep inside, doesn't she? Beautiful little darling is hungry even after four hard turns, say it and it's yours."