Page 91 of Preacher Man

He didn’t hulk out. Nah, nothing like that. For Ruby, with her very own personal catered to punishment, he was going to get very detailed in how he dealt with her.

He was going to teach that little darling a hard lesson by giving her the fucking of a lifetime.

Let her go home to the prick and show him her wrecked pussy.

Yeah.Preacher was here. It would say. Every twinge and pulse a hot reminder who owned it, who fucking owned that pussy. To show her just who, he thrust his hand between her legs, the moan she emitted sounded like a wounded animal and it traveled through his chest, a hot wet sound, so fucking breathy he almost lost it, her back fully curved, soft at the base, she took it when he petted her roughly.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Ruby. You know it, don’t you?”

“Preacher…”

“If you want this.”Thiswas his fingers tearing through her soaked lips and spearing into her. “You’ll say it.”

“God. Yes! Fuck me, Asher. Please,” his name, just like that.Fuck.

She thought she was the only one with walls. All his crashed of their own free will and shattered into rubble at her feet. Surrendering to the sensation in his chest.

Some no big deal shit was happening and he couldn’t bring himself to care about it, not when he had perfection in his hands, his other one plucking at her nipples until both hard-little pebbles, perfect for sucking, but he’d get to those babies soon enough.

“Oh, hurry. I’m so turned on. Hurry, Asher. Hurry.”

She writhed like an animal grinding against his big hand, enthralled in four fingers dancing over her sex.

Everything was vibrant and in multicolor. Spots danced behind his eyelids, reining himself in before he rutted her like a bull.

Everything tasted like sex. He panted for air, lifting her hips as he reached down to bodily position her against the chest of drawers, knocking her legs wider, not that she needed encouragement there, she was already opening for him

“Hold onto something if you need to. And Ruby?” Preacher anchored his neck down, kissed along the shell of her ear, his cock so full he was about to lose his mind any second. He was never this strung out, never this desperate, she had him insane to fuck her, to own her secrets. “Scream like it hurts.”

“Oh, god. Oh, my god. Yes. yes, please. Make it hurt. Make me beg. Please, Asher.”

“Do you want it like the first time or better?”

Ruby’s head turned and her dilated eyes widened silently asking if he was serious. “I’ll die if it gets better.” Preached laughed, a rough, dark, full of promise noise, as his fingers pried her intimate lips open, his breath brushing causing her to shiver. So sexy. He loved that reaction. Oh, he had every intention of giving it to her.

She was slippery.

“You won’t die, you’ll only feel like you did. Do you want better, Rubes?”

“Yes.” Yes, was the only answer he’d accept. She’d lived nearly thirty years if an orgasm took her out he was gonna be fine with that because he was giving it to her.Fucking me.

Every pant told him she hungered for it.

He crouched and got to work.

His tongue began flicking, she tried to twist around to watch, he held her waist, forcing her to stay in that forward-facing stance while he ate at her pussy from behind, the taste of her was like nothing he’d had before. Preacher wouldn’t say he was a pussy expert, but if awards were giving out, well, he’d be holding an arm-load of metal.

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Ruby was an indecent woman when it came to Preacher. Her thigh muscles were protesting from being up on the very tips of her toes for so long, but she’d break off all her toes before she moved an inch. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but oh, her body felt exactly what he did licking that patch of skin right beneath her clit, the moment the fast flick happened she went into spasms falling forward sprawled over the drawers like a damn hooker, knocking the single lamp into the wall, crying out, she clutched the first things her fingers encountered, gripping the edge, clawing to stay upright while she was battered with sensation. It wasn’t as though she’d never had anyone go down on her, it was just his skill was … staggering. Jesus. What was he doing? Did he take a night class, how to send a woman into orbit with the pressure of his tongue? He went down on her like he thought it would save lives, cure cancer, and end world hunger. His mouth ravaged and destroyed her, left her less than she had been only a minute ago, turned her into moon dust floating in the air while he was licking his lips.

Not one, but two fingers went in and planted there, not touching her inner walls, just flicking and driving her mad, her thighs clenched, belly muscles went crazy when he gave her pussy a full mouth kiss. She couldn’t think of his beard being covered in her juices.

Heaven.

“You okay? Want more?” he gruffed.

“Yes, oh yes. Yes.” Words smeared in hope.