Preacher

by Madison Faye

  “Come for me, Delilah,” he purrs. “Come for me, love.”

  I jolt, the fire catches gasoline, and the climax ignites through me like a storm. I scream, arching my back and pushing my hips shamelessly against his wicked mouth as the orgasm rips through me. I shudder and shake, and I’m gasping for air as I collapse onto the grass with his tongue still gently teasing me through it all.

  I’m panting as he kisses my thighs and then my tummy and starts to slide up between my legs. I wrap them around his muscled hips, and I kiss him with everything I have. I moan into him as my hands slide down his back, until my fingers brush the waist of his boxers. I slip under them, and I start to push them down.

  Gabriel stops and slowly pulls back.

  “What are you doing, beautiful?” he growls.

  I don’t hesitate. I don’t tiptoe or dance around it. I just say it, because it comes from my very soul.

  “I want you,” I whisper. “I want all of you, and I want you to have all of me.”

  His eyes blaze with heat, and his jaw tenses. “Delilah—”

  “Yes, you can,” I whisper. “Before you say you can’t do that, or that you won’t, I’m telling you that you can, and I want you to. I want you, Gabriel.”

  He doesn’t fight me. He doesn’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. He just crushes his lips to mine, and he kisses me like the damn world is on fire around us. We both shove his boxers down, and I whimper as I feel his thick, throbbing, fat cock pulses between my legs. He shifts, and with a whimper, I feel his swollen head brush over my eager, slippery lips.

  “Take me,” I whisper. “Take me and make me all yours.”

  “The thing is,” he groans into my lips. He rocks his hips, and I gasp as his thick head slips between my lips and lodges right there, centimeters away from sliding into me.

  “You already are.”

  He pushes, and I gasp as his thickness begins to slip into me. There’s no pain—not wincing like in the movies. It’s… different, and it’s new, but it’s all pure white heat and pleasure. I moan, and I kiss him with everything I am as he gently pushes into me. I whimper as I feel my pussy spreading open for him, stretching around his huge cock as he sinks another inch into me. He groans, and he kisses me like he’ll never stop as he rocks his hips, clenches his abs, and pushes even deeper.

  And then deeper. And then deeper still. I moan wildly, clinging to him and raking my nails down his back hard enough to leave marks. But Gabriel just growls and kisses me harder as he keeps pushing, sinking inch after thick, glorious inch of his cock into me, until every last bit of him is buried to the hilt inside of me.

  …Until I’m his.

  “Delilah,” he groans, his mouth slipping down to kiss my neck. I gasp, clinging to him and wrapping my legs tight around him. I rock my hips, urging him to keep going, and he doesn’t hesitate. He pulls back, and his eyes lock onto mine as he slowly slides his fat, throbbing cock from me. I cry out in pleasure, feeling my slick lips clinging to him, eager to draw him back inside, where he belongs.

  He pauses with just the head inside of me, and he slips it out to rub it over my clit. I moan eagerly, throwing my head back in pleasure, before suddenly he pushes back inside. He’s sinks into me a little faster this time, his muscles clenches like he’s holding back from just taking me.

  …But I don’t want him to hold back. And I want him to take me.

  “Harder,” I gasp. He growls, slipping out and then suddenly plunging back in. I moan deep in my chest, the heated pleasure exploding through me as his thick cock sinks deep into my hot little pussy. I can feel his heavy balls against my ass, and I shiver as he draws back, only to thrust right back inside.

  “Fuck me,” I gasp. “Fuck me like I’m yours, Gabriel…” I moan.

  “I told you,” he hisses, kissing me hard. “You already are mine.”

  He slides out, and then this time, he plunges back in. I whimper in pleasure, and his big hand slides down to grip my ass possessively. The other tangles in my hair, pulling my head to the side as he devours my neck. His hips roll and rock, and I scream as his huge cock begins to fuck me—truly, and utterly.

  The wet, lewd sounds of us slamming together fills my ears, and I cling to him like a raft in as storm. My ankles lock behind his back, and I moan as I feel his muscles clenching and his perfect ass thrusting to pound into me. With a snarl, Gabriel rolls us so he’s on his back, and I whimper as I find myself on top of him. He sits up, wrapping his muscled, inked arms around me and gripping my ass tight. He snarls, kissing me fiercely, and I start to ride his cock.

  I bounce on him, moaning and mewling and gasping in pure pleasure as his huge, big cock plunges into my slick, tight little pussy. The sun is setting lower and lower, and we’re both bathed in a dark, blood-red light as the fire roars through me. I grip him tightly with my knees, my arms tight around his neck as I crush my lips to his.

  The fire inside builds, and builds, until all I know is heat and white light. His cock plunges into me again and again, filling me up so perfectly and grinding deep, and I know I’m going to come for him.

  “Gabriel—”

  “Me too,” he chokes out. “Fuck, Delilah, you’re gonna make me come so fucking hard. Come for me, baby girl,” he snarls, making me whimper in ecstasy. “Come on my fucking cock right fucking now.”

  He drives into me, my clit grinds against the base of him, my nipples drag over his rock-hard chest, and his mouth nipping at my neck pushes me over the edge. I scream and clutch him, my pussy tightening around his thickness. I throw my head back, my eyes go wide, and I scream my release into the heavens themselves as the biggest orgasm of my life explodes through me.

  Gabriel roars and grips me tight, and suddenly, I can feel him. His cock pulses so deep inside of me, and I moan eagerly, and I feel the hot flood of his release deep inside. He throbs over and over, pumping his seed into me over and over, until we both gasp and come to a trembling stop.

  Sweat runs down my back, and I breath in the manly scent of his skin and lick the sweat from it as he holds me close and tight. And we stay just like that as the sun sets and the moon glows across the Georgia sky above.

  And I know—I know—this is no sin. In fact, it’s the closest to God I’ve ever felt. And all it took was committing carnal sin, with the most incredible sinner I’ve ever met.

  “Gabriel—”

  “I love you,” he says quietly. His eyes blaze in the moonlight, unblinking. I choke up, and I gasps as I sear my lips to his, moaning softly as I kiss him with all that I am.

  “I love you, too,” I whisper.

  He holds me, and I hold him, and I know at least in this moment, we’re untouchable.

  “You’re staying here tonight, you know.”

  We’re in his bed in the Winnebago, soaked in sweat and glowing after round two. I bite my lip, and I’m about to protest, but he shakes his head with a grin.

  “I’ll bribe that Melanie friend of yours if I have to, to lie for you, but you are.”

  I chew on my bottom lip, and I grin. “Hang on.”

  I reach for my phone, and I quickly tap out a text to Melanie, saying that Paul and my father are fighting again, and that I’m with my brother deep in prayer, but that my parents might be worried about me being out so late, so is it okay, in this extreme circumstance, to tell a little white lie that I’m staying at her house.

  Gabriel snorts, and I turn to see him grinning and reading it over my shoulder.

  “Sneak!” I giggle, playfully slapping him.

  He groans. “I am definitely a bad influence on you.”

  I grin. “Maybe, but I’m not complaining.”

  He looks into my eyes. “How’s your eternal soul feel about that?”

  “Perfectly content and at ease, thank you very much,” I whisper with a grin. “And I mean that.”

  “Good,” he growls, pulling me into him and kissing me. I giggle and pull away just enough to text my parents about being at Me
lanie’s, before I toss it away and snuggle into him.

  “Gabriel?” I suddenly frown. “Are you really marrying Paul and Lizzie tomorrow?”

  He nods. “Yep,” he says with a sly smile.

  I arch a brow at the grin on his face. “What’s that about?”

  “Oh, nothing.”

  I twist my lips, my brow furrowing. “He’s really going to just rip off the town and leave? And you’re really okay just marrying them and letting it happen?”

  Gabriel’s grin widens, and he pulls me into his arms. “You just need to trust me, angel,” he murmurs.

  “Gabriel—”

  “Do you trust me?”

  I bite my lip, and I nod. “Yeah, I do.”

  “Then let’s worry about tomorrow, tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Because I am far from done with you tonight.”

  His cock throbs hard against my thigh, and I moan as he pulls me into his arms and turns off the light.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Gabriel

  “Remember, Gabriel,” Paul mutters, glaring at me. “Just get this done, and you get to mosey on out of this town without a posse looking to put a bullet in your head, got it? Plus…” he glances around the pretty much empty tent and slips a hand into his jacket. He pulls out a wad of cash and wags his brows.

  “There’s ten grand in it for you if you just make this happen without any bullshit. We clear?”

  “As a bell, dipshit,” I mutter.

  He chuckles. “Call me whatever you want, dumbass, I’m getting out of here, and I’m never looking back. Now, let’s do this shit.”

  I nod, but I’m already looking past him. Behind him at the opening of the tent is Jeb and Christina Somerset, with Delilah standing behind them. She’s freshly showered after heading home early this morning from my place, and she looks fucking amazing in this gorgeous blue sundress with her hair down over one shoulder.

  She catches my eye, and she grins and blushes, but without any trace of shyness. It’s just a pure, heated, hungry blush. And my pulse quickens as I think about what I’m about to pull off.

  It has a lot of ways to go south. And part of me—well, no, most of me, is wondering why in the fuck I’m sticking my neck out like this for this fucking town and these fucking people. I’m way off script here—after all, I’m supposed to leave here tomorrow and never come back. But obviously, plans have changed. Hell, my life’s plans changed when Delilah Somerset walked across that field into my world.

  “We ready to do this thing?”

  Thomas Purcell, the scowling father of the equally as bored and unhappy looking bride-to-be, claps his hands. “Let’s get this show going, folks.”

  Paul smiles at him. “A man of action, Thomas, I like it.”

  Thomas just rolls his eyes and looks away at his phone. Paul turns to me, his brow hardened.

  “Just get this done,” he hisses.

  His plan isn’t bad. Actually, the old me might even be a little impressed. He’s going to get me, the fake preacher, to fake marry him and Lizzie. He’ll get the license signed before anyone can actually check my credentials, because who’s going to question a preacher, and he’s even got a town clerk, a notary, and two cops here somehow to speed things along. Then, he and Lizzie are going to go directly to the bank to open a joint account. Lizzie is then going to use her own attorney to file an expedited motion to access her trust fund which is attached to a big account of her father’s. She’s going to empty it into the new shared account, Paul is going to transfer most of it to a fake company account, minus Lizzie’s cut, and then it’s bye-bye Georgia, hello Costa Rica.

  Like I said, it’s actually a pretty great plan, and the me from even a week ago would almost be envious of how well it’s going to go.

  …That is, except for one teeny, tiny little detail which Paul hasn’t bothered to look into. But it’s about to bite him firmly in the ass. The only trick is, to make sure my ass doesn’t get bit, too.

  “Well then,” I mutter, clasping my hands. “Let us begin. Will the bride and groom step forward to the altar?”

  A grinning Paul and a sullen Lizzie step forward, and their families cluster behind them.

  “We are gathered here today—”

  “We all know why we’re here,” Lizzie drones in a bored tone. “Just skip to the important part.”

  Ahh, romance. Thomas Purcell is still staring at his phone, but the poor Somerset’s look heartbroken. I clear my throat and keep going.

  “Right then. Let’s skip to the good parts, shall we?” I look at Paul. “Do you, Paul Somerset, take this woman, Elizabeth Purcell, to be your lawfully wedded wife—”

  He grins at the “lawfully” part, since he knows this is fake. I just smile back.

  “In sickness and in—”

  “I do,” he says quickly.

  “Lovely,” I smile back and turn to Lizzie. “And do you, Elizabeth Purcell, take this man, Paul Somerset, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  “Yep.”

  It’s taking a lot to hold back the grin, but I at least halfway manage.

  “Well then!” I smile widely. “Then by the power vested in me by the Universal Life Church online—”

  Paul’s smile fades. “Wait, wh—”

  “I hereby lawfully,” I crow. “Declare you man, and wife!”

  There are some small claps from the Somersets and the smiling town clerk, and I grin widely as I lean close and grip Paul’s hand.

  “Congratulations, Paul,” I hiss through my smile. “You’re fucked.”

  That one little detail Paul overlooked? It was that he assumed all of me was a bullshit act. Except, it’s not. Except, I’m actually ordained, which means I just actually married him to Lizzie Purcell.

  …Which means his fund and his whole scheme just went down in flames, per the contractual wording of it.

  “What the fuck!” he roars, his face bright red.

  “What?” Lizzie hisses.

  “We’re married!” Paul yells. “We’re actually fucking married!”

  “Wait, what?!” Lizzie screeches. “What?! No! No fucking way!” She whirls on Paul and starts slapping him. “Where’s my fucking money, Paul?!”

  Paul whirls on me, and he throws the world’s pussiest punch, which I easily dodge. The cops are staring at each other trying to figure out what the hell is going on, but I just smile at them as I dodge another weak-assed hook.

  “If you look in the briefcase in Mr. Somerset’s car,” I growl. “You’ll find everything you need.”

  “Lord help me,” Jeb says quietly and steps forward with a hard look in his eyes. “Mike,” he nods at the more senior cop. “My son is trying to shake down the town. His church is a scam.”

  Paul’s jaw drops. “Dad!” he roars. “Are you fucking serious?! Are you fucking serious?!”

  He lunges at his father, but I grab him and yank him back. He whirls and crashes into me, and we both topple to the ground.

  “You think you’re taking me down!” he screeches. “Well reap the fucking whirlwind, preacher!”

  He roars as the cops yank him away from me, twisting in their arms.

  “You want a con man!” he yells. “Well there’s one!” he grins triumphantly as the Somersets turn to look at me in confusion.

  “Oh, he’s a fraud, alright! Call Lockton, South Dakota! Or Jessup, West Virginia! Ask how old that girl was in Worthington, Minnesota! Or hell, look in his fucking trailer for all the snake oil shit he’s selling!”

  He cackles as Jeb, Christina, and more importantly Delilah’s faces turn white in horror.

  “He’s a huckster, you dumb fucks! He’s a cheat, and a con man, and a liar! He’s a fucking parasite!” He grins wickedly at me as I snarl, my lips curling.

  “Oh, yeah, and dad?” he turns to smile at his parents. “And he’s screwing Delilah.”

  I snap. With a roar, I lunge at him and tackle him to the ground. And my hooks are not the pussy ones his are. He whines as my fist crashes into his
jaw, again and again before the cops haul me off of him. I’m yelling. Jeb is yelling. Christina is crying, and Delilah is sobbing as they haul both Paul and I away to a police car parked outside the tent.

  The cuffs go over my wrists behind my back, and I’m roaring for her as they shove me into the back of the car.

  Shit.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Gabriel

  Kane slowly whistles through the phone.

  “Well, fuck.”

  Yeah, fuck is right.

  “How bad is going to be if they search your Winnebago?”

  There’s no “if.” I’m positive they’re tearing the damn thing apart right now, after Paul’s little tirade. I’m leaning against a brick wall, handcuffs on my wrists and the payphone cradled against my ear, courtesy of the Canaan police department. And I’m pretty sure I’m fucked.

  “Nothing that bad.”

  “You weren’t still slinging weed on the side or anything, were you?”

  I roll my eyes. “Kane, I was eighteen, and it was one time.”

  “Yeah, but I had to smooth talk that cop into chilling out on your ass.”

  I grin. “I do remember. But no, nothing in the Winnebago. Just some ‘headache’ cures that are literally aspirin dipped in pink candy.”

  Kane snickers. “Shit, Jasper knew every trick, didn’t he?”

  “Think he knew how to get out of something like this?”

  “Probably,” Kane growls. “But I sure as hell wish he’d told us.” He sighs. “Look, man, I’m going to start calling any lawyers I know.”

  I make a face. “Why doesn’t that sound very promising?”

  “Because most lawyers I know are the ones who tried to lock me up?”

  I groan and drop my forehead against the wall.

  Kane sighs again.

  “Was she worth it?”

  I frown, and he chuckles.

  “C’mon, of course it was a girl, doofus. Like you suddenly grew a superhero cape and sense of justice all on your lonesome?”