Page 67 of Preacher Man

He woke back broken.

Jesus whoring Christ, was his spine fused to the chair? Preacher tentatively moved like he was ninety years old, standing to his full height, or what his creaking bones allowed and he went into a full stretch groaning in his chest.

Not quite five AM yet. He could knock up some eggs and pancakes before it was time to set off, but the sight of Ruby warm and buried under his covers in his bed, her vanilla scent evocative like a petite seductress calling out to him, he didn’t give food a thought.

His groin had other ideas.

Excitement pounded a primitive pulse through Preacher’s ribcage. It was fucking primal, stalking him towards his bed and the woman there he wanted to do things to until she’s blind to everything but him. He’d discovered a few things these past nights about his tiny dancer. Things he wanted to explore when they had more time to dedicate to the tasks at hand. He made a mental note even as his hand rimmed his length, tugged upwards, he went from semi-hard to full hard as she made one of those sleepy muffly sounds.

What did he say;fucking little tease. It was ridiculous that there he was standing in his own bedroom in the house he bought and paid for cash and he was experiencing butterflies like he was a teen with his first girlfriend. Ask the last man Preacher put into the hospital how innocent he thought Preacher was or the man before that. He was no good man.

The club always erred on the side of straddling the law, doing what was best for the club wasn’t always what was right and just and he’d bloodied many a face for the best of the club, to protect those he cared for.

And yet, the butterflies made him feel like an innocent man with nothing more on his plate than seducing a beautiful woman awake.

He got his first unobstructed look at Ruby when he kneeled up on the bed, sliding over until he could straddle her slim frame. He peeled the sheet down, uncovering her perfect tits, nipples so gorgeous and perky to see him he leaned in and licked both as a good morning, he wanted to suck on them hard, but could wait until he was ready to wake her fully, making her shiver, though she stayed asleep.

Her nose crinkled and she had the cutest lines on the side of her face where she'd been burrowed into the pillow. Ruby relaxed in sleep was incredible beautiful.

He would have her screaming in minutes.

Poor little dirty minx just didn’t know yet.

Trailing fingertips to her pussy, he eased the lips open, so wet and warm, was she having naughty dreams? A finger plied circles around her clit, not touching the bud, not yet, but enough to have her squirming like her subconscious was telling her something nice was happening and maybe she should wake.

This pussy is mine.

For now, anyway. And while it was he intended to use and abuse the little darling as often as he could. Starting right now. He positioned his cock until it nestled just inside, using his knees to balance himself over her.

Preacher would have been awake at the slightest movement. Tiny dancer slept in full coma-mode, letting him spread her open without a stir. He grinned and gripped forceful hands under her tits, cradling her rib cage, keeping her angled to the bed.

“Beautiful, it’s time to wake up.”

Another snuffly noise. He nudged her with his cock, the wet pleasure shot through his spine. If he came suddenly it was her fault.

Even in sleep her greedy pussy wanted to draw him in, she squeezed and he pushed a tiny way inside, leaving the bulk of him to give once she’s fully conscious.

He kissed her tits. And down her chest, up to find her lips, his hands squeezed her ribs, he knows she gets off on being held down, she’d never told him outright, but fuck if she didn’t go wild that first time he did it, she’d gushed so hard he’d been soaked, now he held her in place ready to fuck like a dog and when her eyes flickered open, he was hit with her beauty, the breath catching in Preacher’s throat, he lost all sense of time and what he was doing gazing at her. Feelings assaulting him.

But then her saw her features change, fear flashing across her face as she bucked and began to struggle against his hold.

“Hey, Shhh…baby. It’s me. Shh…just me.” Kisses peppered on her face. “It’s me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“God. Asher.” Every bone relaxed until his fingers tightened on her ribs, Ruby acknowledged the hold as her eyes went through the stages of startled, relief and then smoky.

“Morning, beautiful.” Soft rousing kisses.

“What are you doing?”

He nudged her with his cock, heard her throaty moan, eyes flickering closed he stroked the undersides of her tits, those full globes so perky and pleased he wanted to thrust his cock between them, see them coated in his come. Dirty his lady.

His nasty thoughts forced his length harder and for another inch to push into her, they both groaned this time, her back bending in the middle, he slid another and another.

“Guess.” Voice gruff. And there was no more talking because Preacher had a need only fucking her crazy would fix.

Only when she was coming did he calm down, take the thrusting to a slower beat, abusing her body in the sweetest way as she melted again, a full second orgasm shaking her gorgeous body, he felt like superman pounding her, watching her tits bounce as she grasped onto the sheets and cried out for him to fuck her, to never stop.

Oh, he fucked her alright. Tiny dancer got it good from Preacher. He adored her with every slam and push and kiss.