Page 64 of Preacher Man

With a torn expletive their kiss was savage, he forced her lips open, it caused a fresh wave of dampness between her legs. How he treated her, roughly, gently, like he couldn’t get enough and wanted it five minutes ago, she’d never felt such unquenched power.

The firm hardness of his ass felt like a rock as she squeezed and rubbed herself on him, she almost slipped his cock tip through her lips and directed him to her entrance when his massive body moved downwards.

Oh god. The man was obsessed with giving head.

Completely obsessed. He’d licked her so much even now her vagina convulsed in anticipation of the brush of his beard against her inner thighs and the flat tongue that would----yessss. Her back left the bed, his head already descended between her spread legs she shamelessly opened wider displaying everything to him, inviting him in.

"This right here ismyfucking place." He drew his nose along her slit. Ruby's legs quivered, feet braced on either side of his hips, the heat coming off them both was hot enough to power the town for a month. "When I suck this little clit I can feel just how hard I make it, Rubes. And then when I tongue-fuck you and you soak my mouth, it's goddamn heaven. This is my place. Your pussy was made for my mouth to eat it. You like that?" He flicked his tongue after each word, Ruby barely heard a thing over her own panting. She sounded like a wounded Chihuahua.

Words escaped her because he was doing some tongue wiggling right below her clit. A place she didn't think was so sensitive until she jerked hard.Oh, good god, what was that? what was he doing? how? Oh, god.He moved his tongue around in that same spot. She arched her back to watch.

There was no run-up to an orgasm. One minute she wasn't orgasming. the next she was in the hardest way, every bone of her spine contorted up pressing her pussy to his mouth even when she wanted to escape the torture. Too sensitive, not enough, more, more, yes ... she cried out.

She had to grip his massive shoulders for fear of dying in his bed, her legs were useless, her mind was in a worse state buzzing pleasure, aftershocks stacking up twenty high, shaking her. "What-- oh god." Half-sobbed. Dazed and dreamy she fell back.

"I know, beautiful. Feels good, doesn't it? I told you this is my place, look how the little darling listens to me when I whisper sweet words to her." Preacher was nuzzling her with his lips, flicking his tongue taking all her pleasure into his mouth, far too sensitive to be played with, she clenched and cursed the air with choppy breaths.

It was as though he'd mined for gold and found a second clitoris. She was a mess, soaked, could feel her climax running out of her and she was useless to do anything about it, her body flopped back, her eyes closing heavy.

Jesus, talk about your knock out gas.

"Preach…" Unable to even form his whole name.

He chuckled dropping a kiss on her mound before he prowled over her body collapsing at her side, his hand went to her belly and he stroked her gently, bringing her down from the high she never knew existed. She was in the fucking clouds high as a kite on Preacher man sex.

"I have you, let me bring you down. Poor baby took it, didn't you?"

"God."

He laughed again a rich satisfying sound. No more than one word would form on her tongue. Death by orgasm. It was a thing. It was real and alive and here in Preacher's bedroom.

Their eyes met and held like always.

She couldn't move a muscle but offered her mouth when he leaned down taking it softly coaxing her lips into opening for his tongue and it was just as sweet as the last kiss and the one before that.

A hand stole between her thighs and she jerked. "Too soon."

"Just a little pet, Rubes. It'll make you feel better again."

"I don’t think I can walk, ever again. You’ll have to go on the trip alone, leave me here to die, maybe leave me some Doritos within reach and ranch dip." She informed against his soft lips and softer beard. If she could use her fingers she'd tug that hair right off his chin.

"You're welcome, beautiful, I enjoy making you messy. Now you'll let me know when you're reading for more." The hardness against her hip said to hurry. Instead, she luxuriated in his kisses.

Tasting the wicked man and his wicked tongue.

When the feeling returned in her limbs she reached between them and grasped his cock. Tight and hard.

“Fuck yeah. Work me up, get me crazy.” The room began to spin with their arousal, the air sucked out, it was just this; her hand, his cock and their shared pants and Preacher’s occasional expletives blistering the air when she rubbed his pre-come against the underside of his swollen tip.

She worked him up.

She got him harder than he’d been. Steel encased by silk.

His eyes were wild, mirroring her own passion, their lips brushing and teasing, kissing open and wet, tongues delving into each other's mouths, a soft parry, and retreat.

The thud in her chest became a hard thud-thud.

“Tighter.” He gritted between clenched teeth, his head hanging down watching her jack him off. Smooth pink skin pushing through her palm.