Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Stay,” I whisper, leaning my back into his chest. His shaft is a hot brand between us, long and hard. Maybe it’s the thrill of our escape, or I’m just easy for him, but I want this.
“Good girl.” He kisses my shoulder blade and keeps working my clit until I'm panting and squirming against him. “That's it, baby. Let me hear you.”
I moan louder, pressing my ass against his length.
He groans and bites my shoulder gently. “Fuck, you're driving me crazy. Stop squirming on me like that or you're going to get more than you want right now, baby.”
“Please,” I beg. “I need—”
“I know what you need.” He turns off the water, wraps me in a towel and carries me out into the room. A pizza box sits forgotten on the dresser.
Preacher lays me on the bed. He kneads me with the towel, drying off the worst of the water, then pulls it open so I’m completely exposed to him. He kneels between my legs, spreading them wide. Leaning in, he licks me from top to bottom, making me sigh softly. He swirls his big tongue around my clit and sucks it into his mouth. I cry out, arching my back as pleasure courses through me. He holds me down with one hand on my belly while he uses the other to tease my entrance.
“Oh God!” I cry out as he pushes two fingers inside.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growls, pumping his fingers. “And our good little girl is so wet for me.”
“Yes,” I moan, writhing beneath him. There’s not a single doubt left in me now. “More.”
“More what?”
“More, please!”
He chuckles and adds a third finger, stretching me wider than I thought possible. “That's it, baby. Let yourself go. Show me how much you want it.”
I can't help it, I grab his hair and grind against his face, crying out as he works me higher and higher. My orgasm builds quickly, crashing over me in waves of pleasure that leave me shaking and gasping for breath.
“Holy shit,” he mutters, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. “That was incredible.”
I can barely move, but I manage to reach for him. “I want you.”
He smiles and lies down beside me, stroking my hair and looking like something out of a fantasy so naughty I wouldn't even have imagined it until now. His multicolored skin glistens from the shower, his hair is slicked back with water and his cock lies long and heavy against his leg. “Not yet, baby. You're exhausted.”
“But—”
“Shh. Trust me, what you need is food and sleep.” He leans in and kisses me, my juices still on his lips. Preacher’s phone buzzes. He's off the bed in a flash, checking.
“What is it?”
“Devil. He's made it back.”
“What about Crash?”
His lips are drawn in a thin line. “Nothing yet.”
19
PREACHER
I wake up to the feel of a warm, round ass pressed against my morning wood. I groan and stretch, reaching out to pull Summer closer. She mumbles something unintelligible and snuggles in. Fuck, she looks gorgeous with her messy hair spread across the pillow and her sleepy eyes blinking up at me. I can see why both Crash and Devil are wrapped around her slender little fingers.
And me.
She’s a fucking gorgeous girl, and clearly her lack of experience with men has nothing to do with natural enthusiasm. She's so damn responsive and eager to learn. And she's all ours.
I kiss her neck and slide my hand around to the front to cup one of her tits. She moans softly and arches her back, pushing herself into my palm. I squeeze gently, enjoying the weight of her soft flesh in my hand. She's wearing my shirt, which is huge on her, and I fucking love seeing her in it.
“Morning,” she says, voice raspy with sleep.
“Morning, angel.” I kiss her again, sliding my hand down her flat stomach to the juncture of her thighs. She's already wet for me, and I slip a finger inside easily. She whimpers and spreads her legs wider, giving me better access. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Good.” I work her slowly, adding a second finger as she grows wetter and wetter. My cock fucking aches, desperate to be buried deep inside her, but I ignore it for now. There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I want to watch her come apart for me.
Summer cries out, bucking against my hand. “Please!”
“Please what?”
“Preacher! I need… Oh God! Please!”
I chuckle and withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to suck them clean. “I love hearing you beg for me.”
Her cheeks flush pink and she buries her face in the pillow. “Sorry.”
“Don't be.” I roll onto my back and haul her on top until she straddles me, her pussy nestled right against my shaft, coating me in her slick juices. She looks so fucking good, skin flushed and still a bit of a mess from sleep, with my shirt hanging down and covering just how close I am to sliding into that tight little pussy. “Are you still sore?”