Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Holy mother of God. That had been just a preview compared to the feeling of him fucking me. Masterfully fucking me, slow and deep and dirty.
“Fuck, your honey is all over me. Hmm . . . you like my cock inside you, Cynthia? I could ride that pussy all night.”
I moaned in answer, not fully coherent. My hands found his shoulders as he circled his hips, fucking me faster and harder than I could have imagined.
“Come for me again. Milk my cock with that tight pussy,” he ordered as he froze above me, then started bucking wildly. I couldn’t have imagined coming again or coming harder. But I did.
He told me to, and I did.
I dug my nails into his shoulders until I drew blood. My hips rose up to take the pounding he was giving me. I shimmied all over his cock, bearing down and tugging on it as he filled me up with wet heat.
Preacher is coming inside me and it feels SO GOOD.
He roared as he went even deeper, holding my hips steady and staying there, his cock pumping his seed inside me. All the way inside me.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m still coming.”
He sounded surprised. It was all new to me, so I didn’t know what to think. I lay there, my body doing all kinds of crazy things. It was a while before I felt his cock start to soften slightly. He kissed me and grimaced as he tugged his dick free.
“Did not want to do that,” he murmured, rolling to his side and pulling me against him. I curled up against his chest, feeling wetness between my thighs. More than before.
It’s him, I realized. That’s Preacher’s essence.
Chapter Fifteen
Preacher
I was smiling with my eyes closed, snuggled up to the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on. A woman who had just pulled the largest load I’d ever cooked up in my life. If volume of cum is a testament of how you feel about a woman, I was in deep, deep trouble.
I was toast.
I smiled wider, imagining how we looked from above. Her gorgeous, insanely sexy curves pressed against my tattooed chest. Her glossy curls next to my salt and pepper beard and all the way down to my salt and pepper balls.
Ridiculous.
Perfect.
Hotter than fucking hell.
And I couldn’t wait to do it again. I was already hard again, I realized. I doubted my cock stand would go down for more than a few minutes with her in my arms.
But she would be sore. I hadn’t taken it easy on her perfect fucking pussy. So silky and tight and tender. And I’d pounded into her like a prize fighter.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes,” she said. I glanced down at her. She was smiling softly. And then I got a look at all that naked skin.
Fuck. I need that. Now.
She was on her back in less than a heartbeat, her pretty face surprised. I kissed her, still wearing that ridiculous shit-eating grin. I felt like it was my birthday and I’d gotten exactly what I wanted.
And I had all day and all night to play with my prize.
“What are you . . .” Her voice trailed off as I slid down her body, making it incredibly obvious what I was doing.
I was gearing up to eat pussy. Maybe get some other licks in, too. I wanted to taste every bit of her.
I wanted to drink her fucking sweat.
“Was I too rough with this pretty pussy?” I asked as I spread her lips apart with my thumbs and slowly licked the luscious folds. She whimpered as I dragged my tongue up and down, teasing a little bit before taking some time to tickle her clit.
“Hmm, hellcat, I could eat this pussy all day. Play with your titties for me.”
She gasped and shook her head.
“Preacher!”
“Do it,” I growled, pausing my feast to guide her hands to her nipples. “Tug on them. That’s it,” I said with approval as her slender fingers gripped and pulled.
Then I got back to work on making her cream all over my face. I rubbed my face into her, getting covered in her juices. Our juices, I amended, because I sure as shit wasn’t using a condom with such a perfect creature. I licked my lips and adjusted her hips so I could eat her ass.
She screamed as my tongue dove down, circling and teasing her little rosebud. Fuck, it was just as hot and tight and sexy as the rest of her.
“I want to fuck you here,” I told her as she made little mewling sounds like a cat. “But first, I need to get my dick wet.”
I kneeled beneath her, lifting her legs and draping them over my shoulders. Fuck, that felt good. And that was before I rubbed the tip of my cock all over her slick pussy lips.