Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Oh, God . . .
“I’m . . .” I trailed off, embarrassed by my inexperience and the way my body was responding.
“Wet and ready for me?” He smiled slowly. “I know.”
I whimpered as he continued calmly plucking my nipple, his hips slowly starting to grind against my juncture again.
“Hmm . . .” I exhaled, trying to get the words out. “A virgin.”
That got his attention.
Preacher stared down at me, frozen in place.
“No one has ever touched you before?”
I shook my head, cringing in embarrassment. I was half naked and dripping for him. And he held all the cards. He had all the knowledge.
“All this is new?”
“Most . . . oh, God,” I gasped as his fingers started working my nipple again. “Mostly.”
He groaned.
“The Lord has sent you to test me, hellcat. Of that I am certain.” He started smiling then, a wicked look lighting up his face. “I’m proud to be your first. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll take care of you,” he added, his voice husky and thick with promise.
He scooped me up and carried me down the hallway. He found the bedroom, kicked open the door, and deposited me on the bed. I stared as he stripped away his jacket and kicked off his boots. My mouth went dry as he peeled off his T-shirt and unbuckled his jeans, leaving them on but open. He was huge. Tanned. Covered in tattoos.
He was perfect.
He knelt on the bed, reaching for me.
“I’ll try to go slow, hellcat, but I’m pretty far gone. Lift your arms,” he instructed, pulling my shirt free and tossing it aside. He cursed and tugged my shorts free. “Jesus, Cynthia. You are far too beautiful for an old bastard like me.”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely move as his hands roamed up and down my bare legs, brushing the edge of my panties.
“Fuck, I feel like I’m going to explode,” he said, crawling over me. We both moaned as our bare skin collided for the first time. And then he was kissing me. I felt him spread my thighs so that his narrow hips fit inside them. My pussy ached, wanting more pressure. More friction. More Preacher.
I whimpered as he kissed me deeply, his hips circling slowly. He lifted his head to stare down at me.
“Arch your back,” he ordered. I obeyed mindlessly, and he deftly unhooked my bra, leaning up just enough to remove it.
“Fuck. You are perfect,” he said reverently, his hands sliding up to cup my tits. He held them, guiding the pointy tips to his hot mouth as he suckled them again and again. He cursed for the hundredth time, sounding like he was in pain.
“I need to . . . I need to see you, sweetheart. I need to taste you.”
“Taste?” I sighed dreamily. I felt heavy and restless all at once. I watched as he knelt between my legs, staring down at my pussy. He ran a fingertip lightly down the center of my lips, over the thin cotton fabric. I whimpered, unable to keep still. He grunted and dragged my panties down, then tore them off me. I gasped, starting to sit up. Preacher’s mouth was open, his eyes devouring my bare pussy.
Oh, God.
No one had ever looked at me like that before. It was almost tactile. I could feel Preacher’s eyes as he stared at my pussy like a starving man.
I watched him as he brushed his hand over me, then pressed down. I made a mewling sound like a kitten. Then he circled his thumb over my clit and I almost came.
“No one has seen you like this?”
“No one,” I answered, turned on, embarrassed, and exhilarated, all at the same time.
“Your pussy is fucking perfect.”
“Oh,” I sighed as he kept working my clit. His other fingers started to toy with my petals, then he pressed one finger inside me.
“Fuck. You are so tight, hellcat. I need to make you come a couple of times.”
A couple of times? I’d barely come that much in my entire life, and only when I was alone. I was shy and awkward, even when touching myself. And now I was spread open while Preacher stared at my pussy and talked dirty. And I loved it.
I freaking love it.
My hips bucked sharply as the pressure inside me grew. I tried to close my thighs to ease the ache but Preacher wasn’t having it.
“Keep them wide. I want to watch that pussy come.”
I moaned incoherently as he hooked his finger inside me, sliding it in and out as he strummed my clit faster and faster with the other hand. I was so close, but part of me was afraid to go over the edge, afraid of what I might do.
Of what sounds I might make.
What if I peed? I felt like I might pee. I was so soaking wet down there I could feel a wet spot forming under my ass.