Preacher Man

by Kane, Jessa

  “We’re going to take this slow,” I say, dragging the hem of the dress higher on her thighs. “Are you curious about anything, Mila?”

  She nods vigorously. “Why does that thing between your legs get hard?”

  Christ, she’s even more innocent than I thought. A sense of responsibility settles over me, to teach her, to show her how we’ll give each other relief. I push her legs apart so I can see her wet, white panties and I trace a finger down the split of her pussy. “Only way a man can fit inside a woman is if his cock is hard. He’s preparing to thrust it into her pussy.”

  “Th-thrust it?” she stutters.

  “Yes, little girl.” I squeeze her flesh rhythmically. “I’m going to fit my cock into your virgin pussy and thrust over and over while you scream for more.”

  Wonder fills her expression. “And then what happens?”

  Mila has no idea she’s filling my every fantasy right now, does she? I’ve pleasured myself to the thought of teaching her about sex as her authority figure so many times, I’ve lost count. Now it’s happening and hunger is eating away at my gut. “Can I take your panties off, Mila?”

  Pink climbs her cheeks. “Yes.”

  She lifts her hips slightly while I drag the thin cotton down to her knees, leaving it bunched there. “Remember this morning when Daddy licked you here?” I ask, sliding my index finger through her slippery folds. “Remember how you felt at the end?”

  Her eyelids droop. “Like I was exploding.”

  “Yes. Men have their own version of exploding. It’s called coming. And I’m going to do it inside here,” I rasp, jiggling my finger against her hole. “I’m the only man who is ever—ever—going to come inside here, do you understand me, little girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Very good,” I growl, taking back my hand so I can suck her juices off my finger, moaning at the perfection of her taste. “Would you like to see my cock?”

  “Oh, please.”

  It’s getting harder and harder to restrain myself, especially because she’s so sweet and eager, but I swallow my urgency and stand, position Mila on the edge of the bed facing me. I move my hips closer and unzip my pants, taking a moment to stroke her hair and rub her mouth with my thumb. Then I fist my dripping dick and take it out, seed shooting from the tip when she gasps, her little tits pebbling inside her dress. The perfect combination of innocent and horny.

  Daddy is going to ride you till he dies, little girl.

  “Is it going to hurt?” Mila whispers, scooting backwards on the bed.

  I catch her ankle and drag her closer, leaning over her body until she lands on her back, her tits heaving up and down. “Only for a little while,” I say, licking into her mouth and kissing her until I feel the tension ebbing from her sexy body and she’s back to whimpering for more. “It’s going to feel unnatural having my cock inside you, stretching that cute, little hole. But there’s nothing more natural than Daddy breeding his baby girl.”

  “Breeding?”

  “Mmmm.” I push her thighs open and almost climax at the sight of her naked pussy, pink and glistening in the afternoon light, like a rosebud after the rain. “Ripe little girl. You’ve been asking without words for Daddy’s come, haven’t you?” I lean over Mila and stroke my cock, just above her belly. “I’ve been smelling your tight pussy waking up and changing for months. Your body knows it’s breeding time. There are some people out there who think I shouldn’t come in my little girl. But if that’s true, why do you make my dick so hard?”

  Mila’s back arches on the bed and she moans, squeezing her tits through the purple material. “Touch me, please. I’m burning up.”

  “I know what you need.” I retreat back and catch her knees in my hands, leaning down to drag the tip of my tongue up the center of her pussy. Fuck. She tastes like heaven, sugary sweet and smooth as silk. My cock is leaking all over the bed as I devour her virgin flesh, tapping her clit with my tongue until she comes out to play, then riding her with long, thorough strokes, back and forth, up and down, until Mila is like a wildcat above me, ripping at the comforter with her fingernails and squirming her hips all over the place.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” I growl, coming to a kneel and unbuttoning my shirt as fast as I can, ripping it off and throwing it aside. Until I’m shirtless, I forget my tattoos have been hidden from view since coming to town.

  But I remember when Mila’s eyes go as wide as silver dollars.

  “Daddy,” she breathes, raking me with her gaze. “You are a bad man.”

  With my teeth bared, I take hold of the neckline of her dress and rip it down the center, leaving her completely naked. My personal virgin sacrifice—and she’s even more incredible than I could have ever envisioned with her dusky nipples, rounded hips and open thighs. I take my cock and smack it against her pussy, spend dribbling from my tip to slip into her folds. “I’m your bad man now, little girl.” I position my shaft at her entrance and she sucks in a breath, her expression half brave, half terrified. “We’re going to be bad together.”

  I lean down and snare her mouth in a kiss, then I sink my cock halfway inside her, roaring my triumph against her lips. She’s restless underneath me, her whimpers less blissful than before, but I know we can’t stop now or she’ll only remember the pain. So I reach down between our lower bodies and tease her clit with my thumb. I kiss her mouth with every ounce of passion inside me and little by little, my dick pushes deeper into her tight cunt.

  “Oh, little Mila,” I growl into her ear. “You’re a very good girl giving this pussy to Daddy. He’s wanted it so bad.”

  “I’m trying,” she whines, shifting her hips. “It’s so big.”

  “You don’t have to try. Just keep your legs open and let Daddy have his way.”

  When I bottom out in her pussy, I wrestle back the bellow into my throat. Jesus, she’s tighter than I ever could have imagined. It takes every ounce of my self control not to throw her ankles up over my shoulders and rail her like a man without morals. That’s what I used to be, before she became the light of my life. As such, she’s going to get my patience, my concentration. My love.

  “Take a deep breath, Mila,” I murmur into her neck, ordering my hips to remain still while I continue to fondle her clit. “Think about what we’re doing. Think of the picture we make. If someone was standing at the foot of the bed, they’d see my big, ugly cock inside your sweet, juicy little pussy. They’d see your cunt straining to take all those thick inches and the tears in your eyes. A beast fucking his beauty. Even drawing a little blood.”

  Mila moans, her hands coming to settle on my shoulders. Discomfort is already ebbing from her expression, her knees grazing my ribcage. “I’m not a virgin anymore, am I, Daddy?”

  “No, Mila.” I lick up the side of her neck. “Daddy owns your innocence now.” She wiggles her hips just slightly and pressure spreads in my belly like freshly poured cement. “Stay still, little girl. Unless you’re ready for me to start thrusting. Once I begin, I won’t stop until I’ve emptied every last drop inside you.”

  “I like the way you talk to me,” she breathes, rolling her lower body. “It’s so wicked. It makes me feel like a woman.”

  Our mouths find one another and mate, wild and hungry. After countless strokes of my tongue in her mouth, Mila’s thighs open wide and there’s no stopping me after that. I throw my left hand up to grip the headboard and I pound my cock into that snug hole, struggling each time to get it all inside of her. Her tits shake and bounce underneath me, her mouth open and gasping my name. The bed groans beneath us and I lack all tenderness at this point, because her perfection has turned me into a fuck-hungry animal. I growl an apology as I fold her body in half, pressing her knees up to her ears and rifling my dick in and out of her slurping pussy.

  “Such a Daddy’s girl,” I grit out, grinding the case of my cock on top of her clit and watching her eyes go blind. “We’re going to be even closer now, Mila. We’re going to be secret speci
al friends. Don’t you want that?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she screams, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I want to be your favorite.”

  My laughter is dark. “Oh, little girl. It’s no contest.”

  Mila releases a frustrated whimper and twists around in my hold. “I-I’m getting that ticklish feeling again.”

  “You want Daddy to tickle you like this,” I growl, driving my cock into her relentlessly, my balls smacking off her tight backside. “You love it.”

  “I do.” She sucks in a breath, then lets it out on a scream. “Oh, it’s happening.”

  “Good girl, Mila. Drench my cock. Show me your appreciation. Then I’ll give you mine.”

  She goes off like a little firecracker, her pussy choking my dick with adorable, little spasms. Her eyes are clenched shut and she’s working her hips. Working, working, rubbing her clit on the trunk of my erection and I know—I know she’s going to be fucking insatiable. I can’t wait to satisfy her as many times per day as she requires. If it’s half as often as I plan to take her, we’ll never leave the bedroom. And that’s fine with me.

  “Oh Daddy, it feels so good,” she wails, her body shaking head to toe. “I love you.”

  That’s what flips my switch. Hearing Daddy and I love you in the same sentence. There’s no holding back the tidal wave within me any longer. I couldn’t if I wanted to. One more pump into her tightness and I let go, moaning loudly into her neck as shudders wrack me, come spewing from my cock into her body. My hips continue to hump her mindlessly, as if they’re unwilling to end the heavenly experience of fucking my Mila. My heart is an applauding crowd of thousands, standing on their feet and delivering a thunderous ovation.

  I’ve done it.

  I’ve made her my wife.

  I’ve satisfied her.

  I’ve claimed her, made her mine.

  “Mine, mine, MINE!” Those roared words come from deep inside me, my balls draining the last of their spend into her stretching cunt. I start to collapse, but catch myself on an elbow, capturing her gasping mouth with a kiss. “My wife. Mine. Forever and ever.” My upper lip curls. “Amen.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Mila

  I sit on the double bathroom vanity wrapped in a towel, watching Joseph draw us a bath. The room is beautiful, white and gray marble, clean. New. Unlike the bathroom I’ve been bathing in since childhood. Sighing as the steam curls around me, Joseph stands—nude and glorious—and I feel like a princess. One that’s been rescued by a knight in shining armor and brought back to the castle.

  My husband is not the traditional storybook knight, though, is he?

  A shiver courses through me when Joseph faces me in the thickening steam. Dark hair curls around one eye and he smiles like a wolf, making my womanhood clench. Shame ripples through me, but I ignore it and smile back. There’s no room for anything but love between us. The lessons my mother inflicted on me might take some time to evaporate, but I don’t think it’ll take long. Not after Joseph gave me my most secret fantasy, as if he knew it line by line.

  He’s my Daddy and I’m his little girl. And he makes that right, somehow.

  It feels right. More right than anything I’ve ever imagined.

  As Joseph comes toward me slowly, I let my gaze track down his body. Over the tattoo of the grim reaper, the coffin, knives and gore. The words Death is Your Only Escape. My husband has a lot to tell me. But no matter what he says, I know I’ve found the other half of my heart. Whatever he did in the past, we share a soul now. We are one, bound together in love and marriage. There’s nothing that could drive me away…

  Although I feel a spark of apprehension when I notice the sudden hesitance in his expression. His eyes cut to the side, away from me, even as his hips settle in between my thighs. “It’s time for us to talk, Mila.”

  “I know,” I murmur, leaning it to lick condensation off his inked collarbone. “Don’t be scared. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Damn right you’re not,” he rasps, unknotting my towel, peeling it from my body and tossing it away. “You need to understand, Mila. If you ever leave me, I’d dismantle this world, country by country, until I found you and brought you home.”

  “You won’t have to do that. Ever.” I settle my hands on his chest. “I promise.”

  Joseph’s jaw clenches as he scrutinizes me, but he seems satisfied with whatever he finds and nods. “Come on.” He picks me up off the counter with ease and I eagerly wrap my legs around his waist. “We talk in the bath.”

  “Why, Daddy?”

  He groans over my use of his title. “I feel unclean when I think of the past,” he mutters, stepping into the white, oversized porcelain tub. “If I get any dirt on you, I want to be able to wash it away.”

  Joseph sits and I snuggle close to his chest, giggling when his chest hair tickles my nipples. “You’re talking in metaphors, like you do in church.”

  “I’m lucky I was even making sense up there on that stage,” he murmurs, tucking hair behind my ear. “You were the only thing I could think of. There was only Mila in her pretty purple dress.”

  I grin into his chest hair. “Even if you didn’t make sense, everyone in this town would just pretend it was the smartest thing they ever heard.” I trace a circle around his nipple. “They think you’re the second coming.”

  “I’m not, Mila.”

  With a swallow, I look up at him. “Tell me.”

  Joseph is silent for a moment. “I left my home in Boston when I was fifteen and another family took me in, only it’s not the kind of family you’re thinking. They’re a family whose sole purpose is to make money through intimidation, illegal gambling, extortion. They collect money from local businesses in exchange for protection—and if those businesses don’t pay up…sometimes they pay with their life.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, burying his face in my hair. “I had no guidance growing up, Mila. Never saw anywhere or anything outside my neighborhood. This was how the world worked. You paid your tribute or else,” he says. “I started working as muscle for this family, intimidating people, collecting money…taking care of rival family members who tried to run an operation on our turf. These hands that dare to touch your skin, Mila…they’ve killed.”

  Some part of me knew that. Some part of me suspected. But I can only think of a lost fifteen-year-old boy with nowhere else to go. I can only find sympathy in my heart. “Why did you leave?”

  His throat works against my temple. “I have a brother. Younger than me. When I joined the family, my only condition was that my brother be kept out of that lifestyle. He was smart, doing well in school. I didn’t want him anywhere near it.” He shrugs his big shoulders. “They didn’t listen. They thought he knew too much about what I did on their behalf, so they pulled him in. Made him complicit. I told them, Mila. I told them I didn’t want my brother involved—and they didn’t listen. So I took down the boss.”

  Even though I know nothing about this world Joseph is describing, I reckon from his tone that killing a boss is a very bad thing. “So you ran?”

  “Yeah,” he says, hoarsely. “My brother went one way, I went the other. I’m not sure where he ended up, but he’s smart. They won’t find him.”

  “They’re looking for you?”

  Joseph nods. “What I did is unheard of. An unforgivable transgression.” He pauses. “They’ll be searching for the rest of my life.” He pulls back, holding me by the shoulders. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Mila. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” I say, without hesitation. “Of course I do.”

  His eyes close with gratitude, then reopen. “I don’t know how long I can keep up this town preacher act. You bring out something in me, Mila. Lust, jealousy. You make me a possessive son of a bitch. I love what you do to me. I’ve never felt more fucking alive. But it’s impossible to hide those things.” He leans in and kisses me. “I’m going to try, but we might have to move on soon.”

  I nod solemnly. “I’l
l go with you anywhere.”

  A corner of his mouth ticks up. “Maybe even the ocean.”

  A smile spreads across my face and I feel his manhood spring to life against me. I look down into the bath and watch in fascination as his shaft unfurls and grows thick, the head lifting out of the water’s surface. Fullness blooms in my tummy and I feel a little zing in that little pebble of flesh between my thighs. “Is it playtime again, Daddy?” I whisper.

  Joseph’s hands find my bottom and flex, molding the flesh roughly. “It’s always playtime when we’re alone, little girl.” His finger presses to the hole between my backside cheeks and I gasp. “Shhh. We need to be quiet. I’m not supposed to be in here while you bathe.”

  I almost come then and there. Thank God I have a name to call it now. Coming. That place I’ve been building toward for so long, but not achieving. It’s now the place Joseph takes me by playing pretend with me. That’s what we’re doing, even though it feels so real. I can’t explain the deep, abiding desire inside me to play house with Joseph in this way. To pretend what we’re doing is against the rules. As if my mother is downstairs assuming me and Joseph are behaving the way a father and daughter would. But we’re not behaving. We’re too drawn to each other for that.

  “I promise to be quiet,” I say, arching my back and lifting my breasts out of the water. Joseph’s eyes darken so rapidly, his breathing turning shallow, that I grow in confidence, leaning back and shaking my breasts for him. “Do you like that, Daddy?”

  His hand disappears below that water and begins to disturb it immediately, his fist traveling up and down his big trunk of flesh. “That’s right. Shake them right to left. Give me a dirty, little show, baby girl.”

  A giggle sails from my mouth, as natural as breathing. “You can play with them if you want to. I won’t tell.”

  Daddy’s head falls back on a long groan, his hand moving faster and faster. “Come over here and sit on my lap. Give me a special hug with your little pink pussy, the way I taught you.”