Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Oh god! Oh, fuck! Oh yeah!”
I slide my tongue deep in her pussy and feel her pulsing around me seconds before her second orgasm clenches her body until pleasure jolts out of her.
Fucking beautiful.
I look up at her with a smile. “Feeling alive?”
“Alive? Yes. Feeling your big cock? Not yet.”
“You want this cock?” I grab it and give it a squeeze, enjoying the way her eyes light up at my display.
Gia licks her lips. “Damn right I do.”
“Good.” I pull her off the counter and flip her over my shoulder, practically running upstairs to give her what she wants. I drop her on the bed and stare for a long time until her tits stop jiggling. “On your belly, babe.”
She sucks in a breath and flips over obediently, getting to her knees and wiggling that round ass in the air to tempt me.
“Don’t make me wait, Preacher. Please,” she pouts.
“Happy?”
Gia looks over her shoulder and shakes her head. “Excited.”
Thank fuck.
“Good girl,” I tell her and give her ass a smack. I place a pillow in front of her and get rid of my clothes. “Gia. You ready?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” She’s staring at me over her shoulder with a hot, hungry look in her eyes. “I’ve waited long enough, Preacher.” Gia leans forward until her cheek is resting on the pillow, ass in the air, pussy dripping down her thighs in anticipation.
I stare at her in this position, vulnerable and bare to me, and I want her like this every fucking day. Forever, if I can swing it.
“Oh shit!” She squirms and cries with every pass of my tongue on her pussy, inside her pussy. “Yes, oh fuck yes!”
Her pussy is wet and pulsing as I slide deep to the sounds of her growling and swearing her own pleasure. “Ah, fuck.” She’s pulsing so much, I’m not sure I can hang on for long.
“Fuck yes!”
I thrust deep and hard, smacking her ass every time I pull out until she’s a quivering, dripping mess. Her pale ass is red from my hand, but still, Gia shouts her pleasure and tries to push back against me.
“Gia, babe,” I growl. “Shit.” I pull out and lick her pussy some more.
“Oh!” Her body jerks, and I know she’s close.
“Come for me,” I tell her as I thrust balls deep, slamming into her harder and deeper and faster.
“I’m, I’m, I’m…Preacher!” She’s coming apart all around my cock, clenching and squeezing me, juices running down our thighs. She feels so good, and I can’t stop fucking her. Hell, I don’t want to stop.
I may never stop. That thought is the last coherent one I have as her pulsing cunt squeezes every ounce of pleasure from my body. I’m jerking and trembling, and she’s doing the same.
We’re perfectly in sync at this moment.
This moment is absolutely perfect.
She is fucking perfect.
“Holy shit, Preacher. You may never get rid of me now,” she pants as I wrap my arms around her.
In seconds, Gia is asleep, her words still echoing in my mind. Never get rid of me. I don’t want to get rid of her. I knew the moment Hector’s men snatched her away from me.
Hector.
He can’t exist, not anymore.
I give it a few more minutes until I’m sure Gia is asleep before I climb from bed and head to the clubhouse. It’s a short drive, and I kill the lights before I turn into the parking lot and make my way toward The Chamber.
Toward Hector.
Inside, the lights are off, and there are no prospects in sight, which is weird. Really fucking weird, the more I think of it, but I don’t waste time worrying about why there’s no one here to protect Hector. It’s better this way.
No witnesses.
I pull the gun from my holster and screw on the silencer as I get closer and closer to the chair that was occupied by Pastor Braden not so long ago. I reach above me and tug the string hanging from the bare bulb.
I smile when the light flickers to life, but my smile quickly fades at the sight of Hector, head leaning back, eyes open, and blood running from the open wound at his throat.
My first feeling is relief that the fucker is dead, but on the heels of that comes anger that someone stole my chance to be the one who kills him.
I shrug it off, glad that he’s dead. Now, I just want to get back to Gia.
My Gia.
I get back to my woman, wrap her in my arms, and fall asleep.
The first night of many, I hope.
Chapter Thirty-One
Gia
“Whisk the eggs quickly and slowly add the milk or heavy cream.” The bubbly blonde on the YouTube video makes this all sound like it’s super easy.
It’s not. Whisking the eggs is easy because I’m a master at scrambled eggs. Brunch? Not so much. But after the amazing bang, I got last night, and then super early this morning, the least I can do is feed my man.