Preacher

by Blake, Joanna

  Right before Preacher did.

  I shrieked as he pushed inside me until he was fully embedded. The pain had startled me. But nothing compared to the full feeling his cock made inside me. It was thick and ropey with veins. Every pulse of his blood filled me with pleasure. His skin on my skin. His mouth on my tits. His fingers strumming my clit again.

  Preacher kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth to toy with mine.

  The next time I came, I almost passed out. His body was holding me to the bed from my lips all the way down. Somehow, not being able to move made it that much more intense.

  I shook helplessly as Preacher lifted his fingertips away and gipped my hips. Then he started to move.

  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.

  “I’m going to fuck you all night,” I promised. “Every fucking night.”

  She arched her back as I slid my cock inside her. Easier this time, but still almost too tight. I grunted at the feel of her.

  “Don’t stop playing with those titties for me,” I commanded as I started to fuck her, slow and deep. I watched her, letting my eyes devour her pretty face, those high tits, the curve of her belly, and the dark triangle between her legs. I decided to tease her a little this time. Make it last.

  Make her beg me to fuck that tight little ass.

  I was going to have everything I could get from Cynthia tonight. Every damn dirty thing I could think of.

  Just in case, I told myself. Just in case she wakes up and realizes there’s a dirty old dog in her bed.

  “Hmm, that’s nice. Your pussy’s creaming for me . . . are you close?”

  Cynthia was out of her mind, her hot little box so sensitive and ready to pop. But I wouldn’t let her. I’d been slowly fucking her for the better part of an hour. Every time she got close, I pulled back, stopped fucking her, just waiting for the orgasm to pass. I’d take the time to play with her tits or suck on her toes. Right then, I was reaching below us to play with that tight little asshole.

  If her pussy was heaven, fucking that ass might just send me to hell.

  I was going to do it anyway. I wanted to suck, fuck, and pluck her like a goddamn Christmas turkey. Cynthia’s ass was mine.

  For tonight, anyway. A whole lot longer, if I played my cards right.

  “Fuck, honey, you are going to make me come.”

  I wondered if I could. Come and keep her on the edge. That would be cruel, I thought. But it was also a damn good idea.

  Keep her squirming and begging for it, and you will have the best night of your life, you dirty old man.

  I smiled and told her it was time to flip over.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Cynthia

  “Fuck, you taste good,” Preacher murmured, his face sandwiched between my cheeks. I was mortified by what he was doing, but the pleasure was too intense for me to tell him that. Plus, what he was doing with his fingertips was making my pussy ache.

  Preacher was eating my ass.

  How had I not known how dirty, messy, and amazing sex is?

  No wonder everyone’s obsessed with it.

  This is not me, I thought. This is sooo not me.

  And yet here I was, squealing like a tiny pig as Preacher played my body like an instrument. He started sliding a finger in and out of my pucker, giving me strange feelings I’d never felt before.

  “Are you game, darlin’?”

  “Hmm?” I gasped, trying to sound like I wasn’t on the verge o
f coming again.

  “I want in,” he said, hooking his finger inside me. He wasn’t touching my pussy at all now, just licking and fingering my ass.

  And shockingly, I loved it.

  “Yes. Okay,” I said without thinking, wondering very seriously about my sanity. A few weeks ago, I’d hated the man. Now I was letting him into my most private places. I was practically begging him.

  “Good,” I heard him breathe behind me. “That’s real good, sweetheart.”

  Another finger joined the first one. I arched my back at the sensation. In another few minutes, they were gone.

  “Put your head down for me, sweetheart.” I lowered my head to the mattress, turning it to the side. “That’s it, keep that gorgeous ass high,” he said with a quick slap that made my ass jiggle.

  I felt the tip of his cock press against me, then he slipped just inside with a grunt.

  “Christ . . . that ass is so fucking hot on my dick,” he moaned, sounding like he was in pain. I whimpered as he stretched me further, further than should have been possible.

  But it was.

  Preacher was extremely well-hung. Even I knew that. But he was also being incredibly gentle.

  He reached beneath me and found my clit.

  “Come for me, Cynthia.”

  After all the teasing he’d done for the past few hours, it was a done deal. I pressed my face into the bed and screamed.

  “Fuck yes, that pussy is jumping all over my hand,” he grunted, opening me further with his massive cock. “Goddamn!”

  I felt strangely empty and full at the same time. I’d loved having him inside my pussy. This was different. Not better or worse, though, the barely conscious part of my brain decided.

  “That’s right. Let me into that tight little ass. Fuck, yes.” He hissed as he slid in further. He lifted his hand from my clit and gripped my ass cheeks, pulling them wide. I glanced back and saw him staring at my bottom while he started to saw in and out of my body.

  “Goddamn, you look good with my cock in your ass,” he growled. Everything he did and said was so filthy, it should have felt wrong. But it didn’t.

  I let out a low groan as he worked his cock in and out of my body. He reached forward, kissing my neck as he pinched my nipples. Preacher was a whole lot taller than me, and his arms were a whole lot longer. He put those long arms to good use, sliding one down between my legs as his body rocked above mine.

  “I want to see your face while I fuck your ass,” he said in a rough voice. Hot embarrassment flushed my face, but I didn’t protest when he pulled out and turned me over. I watched as he guided my arms to hold my legs against my chest. He gave me a smoldering hot look as he parted them so he could see my body. Then he was guiding his cock back to my ass, driving into me slowly but without any mercy.

  “That’s it. That’s so good, sweetheart,” he said approvingly, as if taking his entire cock up my ass earned me a gold star. He stared at my face, reaching down to rub his thumb over my clit while he slowly fucked me into oblivion.

  “You can come now, sweetheart.”

  I whimpered, my head tossing on the pillow. I couldn’t understand what he was doing to me. My body was sending so many signals in every direction. He tweaked my nipple with his other hand and that was it.

  The world exploded into light and pleasure and white noise. I couldn’t think or move. I couldn’t even hear Preacher until a few moments later when he bellowed in pleasure, coming with me.

  He collapsed forward, his body jerking as the orgasm tore through him. I was still coming, still bearing down on him, still barely aware of anything but the hard, pulsing cock inside me.

  “Fuck, Cynthia, how can you feel so good?”

  We stayed like that, my legs bent up, his chest pressing into my inner thighs until the tremors stopped. It took a while. As I came back to myself, I felt so exposed and embarrassed I couldn’t even look at him.

  “Feeling shy, buttercup?” he asked with a knowing chuckle. “You’ll get used to doing dirty things with me,” he said as he tugged his cock free. “I know you already like it.”

  That was an understatement, I thought, feeling ashamed. He didn’t let me run to the bathroom and hide, though. He captured me and pulled me against him, rubbing his hand up and down my back in a way that was surprisingly soothing.

  Then he slapped my ass. Hard. I stared at him indignantly, forgetting to be embarrassed by all the disgusting things we’d just done.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “So I can get you all dirty again.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Preacher

  “Hold still,” I ordered the drowsy-eyed beauty as I quickly turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her gorgeous curves and relaxed, almost sleepy face.

  She is too pretty, I decided. It really wasn’t fair. Her beauty made me feel, and want to do, crazy ass things.

  Even an old bear like me couldn’t resist her, and I’d been around the block a thousand times or so. She made me feel like a kid again, before I’d gone to the dark side. Hell, I knew deep down that I didn’t deserve a woman like Cynthia. Fiery, sweet, smart, and gorgeous?

  And way, way too young for me. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

  I grinned suddenly, more than aware that I had won the lottery. Cynthia was mine. Now I just had to find a way to keep her.

  Because there was no way in hell I was letting her get away.

  I’d tasted heaven. I couldn’t give her up. I wouldn’t.

  “Do you like it hot?” I asked, sliding my hands down her body to cup her insanely perfect ass. Jesus, if I hadn’t been a believer before, I would be after tasting her.

  The woman actually tasted like honey.

  She blushed adorably, looking so shy it nearly made me feel guilty for all the filthy things I’d done to her. And all the other filthy things I had yet to try.

  My cock popped up just from brushing against her. Her eyes got as wide as dinner plates, and I chuckled.

  “You give me religion, sweetheart. I’ve been almost constantly hard since the moment I met you.”

  I lifted her up and into the ancient bathtub. Cynthia’s apartment was nearly as old as the parsonage, or close to it. She had one of those solid deep cast iron soaking tubs, almost as big as the clawfoot tub at Paul’s place.

  I could do a lot of damage in a bathtub, I decided.

  I kissed her deeply, letting her get wet before switching places for a minute. Then I grabbed some shower gel and poured some into my hands.

  “Hold still, sweet girl.”

  I cleaned her, starting at the neck, taking my time and making a nice lather. I washed her collar bones, shoulders, arms, taking a second to tickle her armpits as I came back up. Down her back, around to the front, and up to wash those perfect peaches. I grunted as her nipples hardened under my hands, taking even longer to stop and play with them until we were both gasping for air.

  I ran my hands over the globes of her ass, then thoroughly cleaned her thighs and calves.

  I knelt and washed one foot and then the other, having her place one at a time in my big, rough palms. I had a perfect view of her gorgeous pussy from that angle and leaned in to give her a kiss.

  “Preacher,” she squeaked. I gave her a naughty grin.

  “Play time isn’t over, sweetheart.”

  I washed myself quickly and rinsed the soap off my hands. Then I slid my fingers up and down her gorgeous pussy lips until I felt her juices.

  “Bend forward,” I ordered. “Hands on the edge of the tub.”

  Bless her heart, she did as I asked. I angled her so the water wasn’t running in her face and stepped behind her. My cock notched itself unerringly into her pussy, and I pushed forward into her welcoming warmth.

  I’d held back the last two times, making it last. But I knew I’d have to let her sleep soon. After I got some answers, of course.

  This time, I took
what I wanted.

  I put one hand on each golden hip as I watched my cock sink into her welcoming warmth.

  “Goddamn, Cynthia. How can your pussy feel this good?”

  It wasn’t an exaggeration. I’d never felt anything like her. This wasn’t like any sex I’d ever had before. She wasn’t like any woman I’d met, or slept with, or even seen on the big screen or the glossy pages of a magazine.

  Cynthia was one of a kind.

  “Hold on tight.” I grunted as our bodies started to slap together, the water making the sound echo loudly through the black and white bathroom.

  For a good long while, the only sounds were my grunts, her breathy little moans, and the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. When I felt myself getting close, I reached down to play with her clit.

  “Hmm, that’s nice, hellcat. You are so wet for me . . .” I toyed with her as she started to peak, her noises getting higher in pitch and even more out of control.

  I cursed as her pussy started to work me, tugging me deeper and tightening on me as she came. “Fuck, that’s nice,” I gasped as she gave my dick a world-class massage. “Milk me with that pussy.”

  My seed came barreling up my shaft like a freight train. I hissed, positioning myself as deep inside her as possible. It was pure instinct. I wanted my seed as far as it could go.

  My balls turned over as I felt more and more of my seed fill her up. She was still coming, too. I had meant for this to be a quickie, but goddamn if I wasn’t coming just as hard as I had the first time.

  Cynthia had my balls working overtime. Of that there was no fucking doubt.

  She went limp as the orgasm subsided. I caught her and lifted her up to lean against my chest, my cock still inside her. I washed her tits again, letting the water run over us both.

  And goddamn if my cock didn’t get hard again, just from that.

  I hadn’t had this many boners in a day since I was a teenager. Maybe not even then.