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)
“Gia,” he growls when I continue to stare at his cock.
I reach out and touch it to see if it’s as big as it looks, and holy fuck, it’s long and thick, the perfect cock. Honey-colored and that just makes my mouth water even more.
I lean forward and wrap my lips around the tip with a moan. Hard and soft at the same time, only Preacher smells like earth and ocean and tastes like a man. It’s a heady flavor that makes me a greedy fucking whore, taking him as deep as I can because fuck, it’s making me wet, and the wetter I get, the more I want to taste him.
I moan, and his hips buck, his hands tangle in my hair, and I wait for him to show me how he likes it. His grip tightens, and I’m immobile as he thrusts up and deep down my throat. The agonized grunting sounds coming from me make me so wet I squeeze my thighs together.
He goes even deeper, and I choke a little.
“Shit, sorry,” he grunts and yanks me back by my hair.
“Don’t be. I’ll tell you when to be sorry.”
His eyes go wide in surprise, and then he flashes that panty-melting smile as he stands and towers over me. “Open up.”
I do as he tells me, and the heaviness of his cock rests on my tongue for a long moment before he slowly slides it to the back of my throat. I keep my gaze on his and take it all, never choking because I don’t want him to stop.
“Ahhh,” I say, and a smile lights my eyes.
“Fuck,” he growls and starts to fuck my mouth exactly how I want him to, in long deep strokes that make my eyes water almost as much as my pussy juice on my thighs.
He grows in my mouth, and I swallow, eager to get his salty flavor on my tongue, but he denies me, pulling back with a stiff grip still on my hair.
“What the fuck?”
Preacher grins and tugs my hair until I’m on my feet. “On the bed.”
I crawl onto the bed on my hands and knees, arching my back to him so he can see just how wet and hungry my pussy is. “Like this?”
“Works for me,” he says and smacks my ass. Twice. The familiar crinkle of a condom wrapper sounds, and my pussy drenches in anticipation.
I cry out and squirm, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my whole damn life.
I arch a little more, and one hand grips my waist as the other guides his thick cock deep.
“Oh fuck, yes. Keep going.” I squirm as his thick cock slides into me, and I don’t want him to stop or give me time to adjust to his size. I feel raw and sensitive and full to bursting, and I fucking love it. “Oh!” My pussy clenches and Preacher’s hand tightens on my hip.
“Gia,” he growls, and at the same time, I feel his balls smack against me, and I’m so full I can’t speak. I can only make nonsensical noises of pleasure as he plunges deep, the most welcome invasion of all time.
“Yes,” I moan as one arm buckles.
“Stay,” he says when I move to get back up, taking my free wrist in his grasp and then the other until my face is pressed against the mattress. My arms are locked behind my back while he fucks me hard and fast, so deep that my eyes flutter shut. I love it, this vulnerable position with the rough fuck.
He's taken complete control over me.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan when his grip tightens on my wrist and my pussy floods between us. I whimper desperately when he releases my hands, but then I feel one big hand tightening around my neck, slowly at first, but Preacher is a man, and he has to feel the way my pussy closes around him at the move.
He knows I like it, and he squeezes a little harder.
“Gia, fuck,” he grunts and fucks hard and harder, his grip on my neck tightening a little harder.
My eyes flutter shut, and I let the sensation of pleasure bordering on unconsciousness take me over and cover his hand with mine. The move drives Preacher crazy, and he’s fucking me wild and hard, his other hand pressing my back down so my ass is in the air, and he’s pushing deeper and deeper.
It's the best fucking thing I have ever felt, and I can’t get enough. “Yes! More!”
The other hand kneads my ass until I melt into the mattress, a puddle of bliss and satisfaction as pleasure pours from my body. The smile on my face spreads so wide it starts to ache, but I can’t bring myself to stop.
I feel too good. He feels too good, still pumping into me, prolonging my orgasm until his own release barrels out of him.