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)
That’s what Preacher is, my man. I’m claiming him. I licked him—long and slow—and he belongs to me now. “Okay, milk and eggs whisked. Done.” I tap the play icon on my phone.
“Now it’s time to get the things that will make your omelet super yummy! I prefer scallions, enoki mushrooms, bell peppers, and goat cheese, but you should pick your favorite ingredients.”
I pause the video and head to the fridge. It’s mostly empty, but I manage to find two types of cheese, bell peppers, and ham.
“This works,” I say to myself and spot a lone tomato in the vegetable crisper. “Score!”
Kitchen Barbie walks me through the best way to slice everything, and I start sautéing veggies with a laugh. If Mom could see me now, she’d absolutely shit her pants to watch me cook an omelet. A fucking omelet! Well, it’s not technically an omelet until I add the eggs, but when I do, pride washes over me.
I sprinkle it with salt and pepper, feeling like a hot shit chef as I successfully flip the omelet over and cook it a few more seconds. I just get it on the plate when Preacher enters the kitchen.
“Morning,” I tell him with a wide smile, the kind you only wear after you’ve been fucked within an inch of your life the night before. “I made breakfast, or brunch, I guess,” I say as my gaze slides to the clock on the stove that says it’s just after eleven.
“Morning,” he growls and wraps his arms around me. He’s still hot from sleep, and his morning wood presses against my belly.
“A very good morning,” I tell him and wriggle against him.
Preacher pulls back and takes in what I’m wearing. “That’s my shirt.”
I smile and grab the hem, tugging it over my head and throwing it at him. “Take it.”
His gaze lasers in on my tits, my hips, my legs. Preacher licks his lips and tosses the shirt behind him. He glances at the counter, smiling at the omelet and two forks resting on a paper towel before they return to me. “You made breakfast.”
“I made brunch,” I clarify and let out a squeal of excitement when he lifts me in the air. Something about being so close to him like this turns me on instantly. Maybe it’s the sight of his shirtless body or the gray sweats that hide not one inch of his hard cock.
“This is how we should start every day.” He lays me on the kitchen table and shoves down his sweats until his cock springs free.
I lick my lips and spread my legs. “Yes, please.”
When Preacher sees that I’m instantly wet, his nostrils flare. He’s stroking his cock, and I reach for him. “Let me do that.”
He smiles and bends over to kiss me while I stroke his already hard cock, leading him right to where I need him.
“Oh, fuck, yeah!” Will I ever get used to how long and thick he is? The way he fills me up so completely that I don’t want or need anything else?
His elbows bracket my head, and his face is buried in my neck, growling with every thrust. He fucks me good and deep, like he can’t get enough of me, like we didn’t spend all last night fucking our brains out.
I’m not complaining. It’s a total mind-fuck to know that I can do this to a big, strong man like Preacher.
“Gia,” he growls, and in the next second, I feel his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of my neck hard enough, I know there will be a bruise later, but I don’t give a fuck.
“Make me yours,” I whisper, and those words only make him fuck me harder. He’s holding the top of my head and thrusting so hard it only takes a few strokes before my pussy quivers and then clenches around his thickness. I’m still sensitive as fuck from last night, and it only takes seconds before I’m coming.
Preacher pumps through my orgasm, which is a hot as fuck feeling, like I’m out of control like my body is betraying me in the best possible way.
I think I’m coming down from the orgasm, but every thrust sends me higher and higher until I’m scratching at his shoulders, pushing at his chest even as my feet dig into his ass, urging him deeper.
“Ah, fuck,” he grunts, and a second later, he’s filling me up with the seeds of his pleasure before he collapses on top of me. He pulls back with a satisfied grin. “Good morning, beautiful.”
I smile back, feeling as giddy as a schoolgirl. “Good morning to you, handsome.”
An aftershock of pleasure squeezes him, sending his hips jutting forward. “Shit.” He grins. “Don’t want to let me go, huh?”
I shake my head. “Never.”
Heat fills his gaze. “Good, because I’m not going anywhere, Gia. You’re mine now. You got that? Mine.”