Page 65 of Preacher Man

“Harder. Fuck,” he growled.

Ruby laughed low in her throat. And it was his catalyst. “God. Fuck. Stop. Baby.”

He flipped her, easy as that and she was on top of him straddled over his lap with his back to the headboard, every pillow at some point had been tossed to the floor, the covers a rumpled mess that smelled like them.

Preached gripped her waist in his hands, positioning her. “I want to come with you on my cock.”

“Put me there then.” She was stage five hundred excited. Every goose bump on her skin was because of him. Her nipples were little bullets, aching. Her stomach was nothing but flutters.

Using her ass, she brushed back and forth on his cock, feeling him stroke between her cheeks and for a dark moment his eyes lit up, held hers. Both thinking the same.

“I’ll take your ass, beautiful. Not tonight though. Would you like that?”

Ruby paused in mid-stroke, his cock tip trapped between the very ass cheeks in question, it tightened as if bashful, but ... Oh yeah. She would. “Yes.” she husked.

If any man could give her that experience it would be Preacher. Cock extraordinaire.

He grinned wickedly and lifted her, dropping her instantly on him, impaling down to the very depths of her.

It was an effort to breathe, oxygen not important, the feel of him, thick and incredibly hard stopped her lungs from working for a second.

It took no time at all for her pussy to quicken. Even with her own hand and vast knowledge of what she enjoyed most, and the use of a few bullet vibrators she wasn't this fast to get her to the point of no return.

"Fuck me just like that." She issued in a voice that sounded strangled and lust filled. "Don't stop." He was being rough, almost as if he was using Ruby’s body to jack himself off.

"I’m not stopping, baby. Fucking swat team could go through here and I'm still fucking you. Come on my cock."

He worked up a frenzied pace, skin slapping together, his grip hard and tight. Ruby loved the out of control rhythmic motion. She mewled and moaned murmuring his name, the only words she could push past her lips, the passion crawling through her at speed. He'd taken the reins and Ruby felt free. He'd taken the control from her hands and cradled it with his own.Let me get you there, baby, his biting fingers said. And she did.

Effortlessly lifting her, he bounced her on and off his cock, all Ruby could do was brace her hands on his shoulders and take the hard thrust.

It was sublime gearing for the big finish, the tell-tale tightening, and the streak of electricity, she rode him faster, reaching, chasing…oh god. Yes.

“Fucking ride hard, baby. My goddamn balls are full, empty me.”

Their eyes are all over each other. She couldn't look away. Trapped by emerald blades.

In that moment, Preacher had never looked sexier. He was a masculine man, as manly as they come, but he was something more pumping frantically up into her, reaching for his pleasure. A softness to his gaze.

Her fingers locked behind his neck. He bounced her, guiding her to the frantic pace he needed. It almost reached pain, she was too small and he too big, her inner thighs burned, her pussy clenched and released, her head thrown back calling out his name.

A sensation much like euphoria hit her, kept her in its grasp for long minutes, long after Preacher had emptied into her with his own grunted bliss, he’d already dispersed of the condom and flopped down on the bed beside her before she floated back into the room.

“Naughty little tease.” He palmed her ass. Left it there, his fingers nestled between her cheeks, almost touching ...

Ruby flipped open one eye to look at him, large and breathing heavy at her side.

“You just fucked my bones out, that’s pleasing not teasing, Preacher man.”

“I was in fucking agony.”

"Don't mess with the bull, young man. You'll get the horns."

His chest vibrated laughing, allowing her tired eyes to close, too much sex, her brain was shutting down for a manual repair.

“You give good horns, baby. But I’ll bite… another movie?”

“God, you don’t know that one either? I'm rethinking fucking you. It’s only the classiest classic, Asher.”