Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He lets out an incoherent grunt and tosses me on the big, plush bed, and I bounce. A laugh tries to escape, but I’m so fucking turned on that it comes out more like a whimper or an aroused sigh.
I don’t know what it is, but that one sound steals my option of playing this light and easy. Oh, I know this isn’t forever, but instead of a playful fuck, this is shaping up to be intense. Hot and raw.
Hopefully, a little bit rough.
Preacher puts one knee on the bed and then the other, his gaze so hot my clothes go up in flames, and I’m in nothing but a pair of panties with him still wearing everything, and dammit, the sight of it makes me hotter.
“Gia,” he growls and lays his big body over mine, kissing the skin at my waist and making his way up. Slowly. Big, calloused hands cup my tits, and he sucks them properly, not all soft and gentle with teasing flicks of his tongue, no. Preacher grips me tight and sucks me hard enough that my hips buck off the bed. Nibbling the meaty flesh of my tits before he bites down on nipples so hard they could cut glass.
“Oh fuck!” My hips buck up again right against his denim-covered hard-on, and I moan with need. “Please,” I beg because all I want now is that big cock inside of me, thrusting hard and deep until I can’t breathe. “Please,” I whimper again when he switches to the other breast, giving it the same rough and sexy treatment.
Preacher pulls back, a wicked grin on his face.
“Begging so soon?” He lets out a deep chuckle and licks a trail of heat from the soft skin between my tits up to my collarbone and throat before his lips settle on mine again. The kiss is hard and raw, not romantic or sweet. It’s pure fucking fire, and the resulting lava pours from my body.
My body feels too much at once, and the sounds coming from my mouth are incoherent. They would be damned fucking embarrassing if it didn’t all feel so good.
Before I can catch my breath, he tears his lips from mine and bites one earlobe until I cry out. Then he drags wet kisses all the way down my body until his wide shoulders spread my thighs so far apart I feel totally exposed.
And I like it.
He inhales deeply. “I love the smell of a hot, wet pussy.”
His smile makes my pussy pulse so quickly I think I might come.
“So wet and ready.”
One thick finger slides up and down the seam of my pussy, every other pass slipping between to tease my clit.
“What are you gonna do about it?”
He grins and slowly sinks one finger, one knuckle at a time until it’s as deep as it can get.
“This for starters.”
He adds a second finger, and already I feel full to bursting, but then his tongue swirls my clit, and it flames and swells as sweat slicks my skin.
“Maybe this,” he growls and nibbles my clit until my head thrashes back and forth, my hands fist in his curly hair, and my hips buck uncontrollably.
He's sucking and gnawing at my clit while thick fingers fuck me slow and easy. I’m close. So goddamn close, but I want to do more than just lie here.
My legs wrap tight around his head and thrust up to fuck his face, rubbing my wet pussy all over him as my orgasm builds. Preacher’s big hands leave my pussy and scoop under my ass, and like a fucking alligator in the wild, he spins until I’m on top, his big hands gripping my ass and forcing me to fuck his face harder and faster.
“Preacher! Oh…fuck!” My hips are out of control, and his tongue plunges inside me, his nose butting against my clit while I breathlessly move against his mouth, his face, taking every ounce of pleasure he’ll give me.
“Preacher!” My body bucks when one slick finger slips inside my asshole, and I’m gone. His tongue laps my clit, and that’s it. Lights flash behind my eyes, my body incinerates, and I’m bucking wildly against him as an orgasm pours out of me like a tidal wave.
I think I pass out for a minute, but only a minute because there’s no fucking way I’m missing a moment of my time with this man. I roll over, and he’s watching me closely, heat still burning his eyes as I struggle for breath.
“Good?”
I smile at his understated question and nod. “A really good start.” But the bulge in his pants calls to me, and my mouth waters just thinking about bringing this big strong man to his knees. “But just a start,” I tell him and get to my knees.
I crawl down the bed until I’m between his legs, removing every stitch of clothing, starting with his shit-kicker boots, until his cock is proud and free and begging me for a suck.