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She was unrepentant about backing up against his mouth forcing the deep ply of his lips without saying a word, he laughed and ground into her. Preacher lost his mind grabbing both ass cheeks he ate her pussy until there was no room for anything else in his head but her taste, the glistening honey he was drawing in. "Say it, Ruby. More nights like this, fucking each other to death, more fucking, more fucking everything, say it now, beautiful."

"God ... fuck…" She was close, he could press her magic button and set her into the stars but he wanted her agreement more than anything. “Asher Priest I might kill you if you don’t stop teasing me,”

"So, sweet, your flavor changes when you're ready to come did you know that?" His thick thumb drew down her slit, up and down, dipping into her entrance begging for attention what with how it was dripping sweetness into his hand. Preacher didn't waste a drop, lapping it up he tongued her hard and fast, pulled back when she was closer.

"Preacher, please ... Jesus …okay."

"Okay yes?"

"Yes,FUCKyes, fuck you. Yes, okay, more time to fuck, just make me come.Now."

Her pussy had begun to cinch tighter, working in a second finger he got in good and he got in deep, this was his wheelhouse and he was about to make her see the planets. "Hold on tight, beautiful, it's gonna get rough now." Pounding his fingers, she made a desperate grab on the sheets, two hard fists, her face buried he could still hear her screams and would hazard a guess everyone in the clubhouse heard her, too, as he hit her G-spot, abused the wicked cushion of nerves like he was mining for gold, and watched her descend into bliss, all the while he tongued the luscious bud he’d ever had in his mouth.

"Now I need to fuck what I just tasted, my cock insists, grab on and take me in, beautiful, show me where you want me." He had a condom on in record time, getting in behind her.

Snug perfection of her pussy took every inch.

Preacher’s grunt bounced off every wall. That was all he needed to get him there, pleasure making him blind. His vision blanking out as his climax overtook him.

He’d gambled and blackmailed more time out of Ruby.

He felt like he’d won something big.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Foot meet mouth.” - Grinder.

What the fruit loops. Ruby was sex-overdosed like never before. She woke in increment stages, first her brain, then her eyes, lastly, she moved a limb testing it out. groggy, lethargic like her eyelids did not want to open at all, every muscle screaming that she’d had a whale of a time last night. The good ache.

He’d just never stopped.

To be fair, neither had she.

She really thought he’d be the type of man to screw and leave. Or rather, since it was his place, to screw and show her the door afterward. Only that never happened, in fact, he blackmailed her into doing this all over again.

So, why was he plastered all over her back with the snuggles? Holding her tight, skin warm as fire, his face buried in her hair.

Possessive.

Half asleep, the warmth of him along her back brought her mind fully back online damn quick. They'd fallen asleep fucking snuggling? He had one hand behind her neck, the other curved over her middle holding a boob. Even in sleep Preacher was a giant pervert. Her lips flickered a smile for a second before a tiny smidge of panic set in. This was not the Preacher man reputation she expected, he was a hit it and quit it kind of man, that was the man she'd wanted to fuck, no attachments, no repeats, but he'd tricked her into agreeing to more nights, that fucker. Under duress with the most pleasure of her life she would have agreed to giving the nuclear launch codes, she was a slave to the big O.

Ruby had to slip out from under his grip to forage for her cell phone on the floor tangled in her clothes to see what time it was. Just a little before six AM.

She’d been at the MC all night. Having the best damn sex of her life.

God. It really had surpassed everything she possibly had expected. It had no category, simply ...wow.

A very distinct hardness was digging into her hip. Though she’d been fucked within an inch of her life, her nerves came alive in a great roar and began humming under her skin, urging her to move back into Preacher, to wake him and continue.

What is once more? Do it.

That was why she skimmed out of Preacher’s hold and out of his bed, quietly tiptoeing into the bathroom, only taking a fast glance back at the guy who was out like a light, his back moving up and down with his soft breathing, the biker had surpassed her expectations, going above and beyond to guarantee her pleasure. There was a new sex-god in town and he was a dirty biker.

Yikes. The image looking back at Ruby in the mirror left no doubt to what she’d been doing all night.Sex hair. She grimaced, worked quietly and quickly to finger comb her hair into a tamed state that didn’t look like Preacher had been yanking it for hours,Take it, Ruby. She swilled her mouth with the minty mouthwash available on the counter, thought about using his toothbrush. What was the protocol for sucking a guy's dick and then using his toothbrush? It seemed a bigger intimacy than swallowing his pleasure. Because she felt awkward as hell, she left the blue brush in the glass cup and made do with a second swill of mouthwash.

Dressed and somewhat presentable feeling more like her put-together self and not the walk of shame tramp that had first looked at her in the mirror five minutes ago, she prepared herself for Preacher to be awake when she inched back into the room, ready for the morning after talk,oh, yes, you were very good, no, thanks, I won't have any coffee, so... see you around...Only to find him exactly where she’d left him sprawled out on his belly, the full length of his spine and butt, on gorgeous display.

The man was a sight. Seriously, too much of everything for her to stand or she might do something foolish and climb back into bed to wake him in a way he'd be in no doubt how much she'd enjoyed last night. Everywhere ached and tingled at once, her vagina pulsing unbearably.