Page 57 of Preacher Man

Clack-clack-clack. The rhythmic noise reared up his head. Goddamn, the way Ruby swished her hips, like she was spelling out the word N A U G H T Y in Morse code to his dick. Eyes all over her, from top to bottom and back again. When she was in reaching distance, Preacher grabbed gently onto her wrist, yanking her into his chest, noticing how she sucked in a breath and melted against him. It wasn’t the first time he clocked how she liked the rougher dominant actions. She wasn’t submissive, Nah, he’d had a few of those over the years, not really by choice but when a man had his pants around his ankles and a chick was saying she wanted daddy to dominate her, he wasn’t gonna stop because it didn’t appeal to him. While his dick was getting wet he’d be anything a woman wanted, it was the nature of his beast, he liked orgasms in swift supply and most times his own hand, though skilled, just didn’t cut it.

Ruby though... She’d liked it rough, really rough, last night, the harder he’d gone at her the wilder she’d become, and Preacher liked the way she’d writhed and clawed shit out of his skin.

Now he had two full days to dig into her fantasies and he intended to uncover all her naughtiness. “Did you square it away with the boss?” His nose nuzzled against her ear. She smelled incredible. He wanted to lick her from top to bottom.

“Yeah, he owed me. Look…. We should set some ground rules, Preacher.” Though she leaned into his chest, and arched up for his affectionate nuzzle her tone was serious. Preacher grinned. Rules. This was gonna be a first.

The prospect finished with the gas, Preacher sent him back inside.

“You filled up my car?” Her eyes turned up to him and went soft. She smiled at the edges of her lips. “Thank you. What do I owe you?”

“You’re always wanting to pay me. It’s going to give me a gigolo complex. I mean I know I’m good, real good, if your screaming was anything to go by, but … no money necessary, beautiful.”

“Har har.” She pushed his chest. He kept her placed right there, more than tempted to inch up her skirt. Maybe she could read minds because she scowled “Don’t even try it. We’re not having sex against my car, save it for your waitresses. As I said; rules.”

Preacher sighed damn loudly and dropped a kiss on the corner of her soft lips and let her put distance between them, folding his arms he leaned up against the hood of her car. “Okay, fire away with these rules, beautiful.”

“It’s more than obvious we want each other.”

“Clearly. And?”

“So, we burn it out.”

Narrowing his eyes, he wasn’t too sure what she meant but if she thought she could walk away from this he really would hike up that tiny skirt and fuck her pussy with his tongue until he showed her just how wrong she was----”

“We’ll have sex.”

Thank god.He reached out for her, only to have her put up the road blocks again.

“As often as we want, but that’s it, Preacher man. I don’t have time for a relationship. We fuck.” His cock throbbed and agreed so hard Preacher groaned loud enough to vibrate his teeth. He wanted her to sayfuckover and over.

Ruby was handing him the fork to an all you can eat buffet and telling him to gorge until he was fat. He saw no problem in that. “And we don’t get in each other’s business.”

As he saw it, he had no problem agreeing, not entirely sure what business of hers was assumed he’d get into, though it gave him pause because it wasn’tjustsex. He liked Ruby, a lot. But with his cock ruling all the blood supply he was inclined to agree to most anything just to get his filthy hands back on that perfect body. Experiencing sudden numbness in his brain he lunged forward, pressing her fully into the passenger side door while he fed on her lips, forcing them open to get his tongue inside her sweetness. He swept from left to right, tasting her gasp, swallowing it and making the noise his own.

“I agree to your terms. You can fuck me as much as you need, wear me out, use me hard. “ Sweet baby moaned.“But Ruby. Screw how mad you get with me. I always want a kiss hello and goodbye. I will give the same. Agree? This is non-negotiable for me.”

She’s mine.His body roared in triumph, every nerve ending pulsing. Preacher had had a lot of sex over the years, some was out of this world, most of it forgettable after the orgasms, Ruby, though? She’d crept under his skin in a natural way, as if she was always there. This kissing hello shit? that wasn't Preacher, but he'd felt compelled to get her to agree to intimacy outside of the bedroom.

He’d use these two days away wisely by getting her so damn addicted to his body, to having it inside her that she couldn’t do without him for an hour, she’d be calling him around the clock to booty bang her, or whatever the term was for a sex only hook up and he intended to answer every call.

“Mmmm. You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off.” Sweet air brushed his lips.

This time he laughed. “That movie I know. I think you like my kisses, tiny dancer. Did I make you sound all dreamy? ‘Cause I like it. Will you come home with me? I want inside you. It’s been too long already.”

“Yes. I’ll go home with you.”

Taking her hand, he ground her palm over his denim covered cock, shamelessly pumping his hips for the friction. And what do you know, her hand began to rub and stroke and torment him, skinny fingers molding the shape of his length, until growls emitted from Preacher’s throat like a dog, his head coming down unable to sustain the weight under all the pleasure flooding between his ears. “Oh, god. Beautiful. Do it harder.”

“Do you want to come right here, Preacher man? Do you want to lose it in your jeans?” The bad girl was rubbing him so hard that he lost consciousness for a second, his vision blanking out and he seriously thought about doing just that, unloading his come in an almighty climax from a little hand job over his jeans.

He’d fucked countless times in this very spot and the alleyway around back, and found he didn’t want to do the same with Ruby, though it would be the easiest thing for him to reach under her skirt and discover with fingertips just how wet she was. Lips stroked her forehead, he drew away.

“I’m taking you home right now. I’m on my bike, follow me, beautiful?”

She nodded, reaching up she gave his beard a little tug, and a secret sexy smile before she moved out from under him, rounded her car and slid into the driver's seat.

It took fifteen minutes to ride to his two-story house. Only four houses on his street, he liked the open space and the feeling of security knowing that even from the neighbor's house they couldn’t see inside Preacher’s place.