by V. Theia
“Say what?” His head cocked, fingers stopped before he could shove denim down his long legs, and Ruby laughed.
“Damn. You seriously do suck for movie trivia.”
“I'm thinking of fucking you, beautiful, my head isn't on movies.”
One fast downward tug and his jeans were gone and kicked out of the way. The man walked around commando. Commando. All this time he'd been raw under those jeans every single time she'd seen him. Thank god her vagina did not have that detail, she might have gone wild cheetah and attacked him.
Oh shit, fuck, fuck. The sight of him was ... All spit dried up in her mouth, eyes only one place.
He had the hottest cock she’d ever seen. Thick and long with gorgeous veins leading up to the swollen tip and did she mention thick? Not even a bend to it. That great big erection pointed right at her.
Target found. I surrender.
Until --- the hand palmed around his cock let go and she got the first full look at --- oh hell what!
******
"Hold it. Back up there, pal! you didn't tell me you had that kind of cock piercing! I thought it would be a little ball bearing." Preacher grinned wickedly, loving where her gorgeous eyes were glued to, he throbbed harder and kept coming forward. She was on his bed spread out like an all you can eat buffet and Preacher was starving, nothing stopping him getting there, nothing at all. What was the problem? his brows folded in, looking down at his dick half crawled up his abs, wanting desperately to sink inside Ruby. He was so happy to see her and she was glaring at him.
A hand wrapped around himself again, pacifying with a small tug, his groan rattled his chest.
He was already on the bottom of his bed, with her legs parted in the sexiest offering, now she wanted to talk?
Women.
"I told you I had a piercing, Ruby, nothing to fear, you'll like it, I promise and I never lie."
"You did not tell me you had…that! I thought you meant a tiny little thing." she insisted, eyes even wider, and all over his penis. Preacher smirked, growing harder, he did like the women looking at his shaft, showy thing liked the attention, growing thicker, all the blood in his body pooling in one hard place. "That is not a piercing it's a ... it's a weapon of mass destruction."
Preacher laughed. "It's called a frenum ladder. Come here, it won't bite, feel it." Grabbing her hand, pulling her forward he helped her wrap her skinny fingers around him.
Oh fuck. Don't come.
"Will it hurt?"
"Only if you stop." His pained groan blistered the air. Really needed to fuck her.
"I mean me. Will this hurt me?" Curious thing stroked and touched, taking those nimble fingers of hers up and down, torturing him.
Preacher lost some of his mind and almost the power to speak for a beat of a second. "Do you want it to?" He saw something flash in her eyes, her head came up suddenly, a dark truth lurking. His cock got harder. Oh, baby, really? "No, beautiful, it doesn't hurt you. You'll enjoy it."
While she explored his cock, running her fingers on the underside over the row of bars and silver beads, he cupped her left breast, beautiful and perky, tugging gently on the dark nipple, he leaned down and flicked the tight bud, tasting her sweetness. she sighed and with her free hand, she ran it over his skull.
All the while he chugged back his grunts and the promise of a climax right there ready to explode the fuck out of him. He was losing control, and he never lost his composure. Ruby made it difficult for him to remember he wanted this to last, to savor every second of fucking her.
She emitted a sexy noise low in her throat, a hot little purr, an appreciative one when she found he liked being played with.
Preacher’s laugh was dark and pleased. Naughty little girl eyeballing his cock like she found what she wanted to eat for dinner for the rest of the week.
And he was going to give it to her.
As much as she could take.
But first, he still had a thirst going on in the back of his throat, he hadn’t had enough of her yet. He rolled himself off the bed, grabbed a few condoms he tossed onto the bed beside her then prowled forward, liking how she got herself sprawled out for him, her gorgeous body just as he thought she would be; Absolute perfection. The most stunning woman he'd ever seen.
Some men didn't like going down on a woman, saw it as a chore, something to go from A to getting his dick wet.
Not Preacher.
He loved the taste of pussy. To feel her wet and giving on his tongue, those catchy little breaths when he knew he had her on the edge and it turned her into a wild hair pulling maniac desperate for her pleasure riding the hell out of his face.
Fucking loved it.
"Open your legs, Ruby. Let me see how drenched I made you."
"Bossy, aren't you?" She cocked a brow, smiled a little.
Sure, he was.
Approaching his bed, feet silent as he tracked, keeping his eyes firmly on her gauging her reactions, the way she was breathing just a little heavily, tits rising and falling and a glassy look in her eyes, he smiled to himself, and licked the edge of his mouth before reaching out, grabbed her ankle and with one pull he had her ass balanced on the edge.
"Only when I have to be. Gonna open so I can see the hungry little darling that squeezed the life out of my two fingers?"
She revealed glossy pink to him and he swore his dick almost exploded.
Sex-posed, not only did her knees fall open he watched her pussy lips open slightly. Greedy pussy wanting his attention as well.
Hot want jarred him.
Ruby was a compulsion, he was willing to risk everything to have her.
"Are you even listening to me, Preacher man?" He blinked and looked up at her. Not a word.
"Absolutely."
She laughed. "What did I say?"
Not a clue. he smirked. "You were telling me to hurry the hell up and eat you."
He must've been right 'cause she just grinned and let her fingers stroke the skin on her belly. Enticing him.
He wanted to fuck her for a long time, but nothing like this, this gnaw in his gut that if he didn't get into her soon he was gonna die of some tragic dick related affliction and since he loved his dick, one of his better attributes in his opinion since he knew how to damn well use it and as often as he could, he figured to save himself he better fuck Ruby.
Now.
But first.
He had a little more tasting to do. Already he was addicted to her honey.
He wanted her wild, and out of her own head.
"Fucking beautiful. Can’t get enough of looking at this little darling, she’s so open for me."
She didn't blush, but her eyes glassed over, her legs braced apart, feet resting on the bed, showing him what was between her legs.
Fuuuuuck. Preacher wanted this badly enough to risk everything for it. More than he’d wanted anyone.
Falling to his knees, his pulse quickened, he had her taste in his mouth now, in his goddamn system, there was no forgetting that, no getting over it and wanting other pussy, his mouth was already watering to eat her out again, his every move unrestrained now, chest brushing the edge of the bedcovers, she went up on her elbows, tits heaving harder, anticipating his mouth, was she?
Good.
Getting his mouth on her again happened fast, he’d allowed her a few minutes to breath, to settle from her last climax, but he was impatient and eye level with the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, his two hands pushed her legs open, keeping them on the inside of her thighs, Preacher gave her pretty mound another little hello nuzzle first, she had a wicked as fuck scent, making him growl and his mouth water, fuck this waiting.
He licked her once, the full length of her slit.
Did it again.
And when he heard her gasp, a tiny puff of air escaping her lips, he pried her labia open with two thumbs and got to tongue-fucking her, sucking her clit.
Driving Ruby out of her mind.
"Oh shit, like that." She moaned jerking up
. You’re goddamn right like that.
He smiled with his head buried, going to pussy town like no one's business.
"Don't you dare stop." She warned when he came up for air, and he laughed, reared up his head, while he slid a finger, long and hard inside her, curling it up to hit that magic G-button, when she bucked and arched her long neck back Preacher knew he'd hit bingo stroking her into madness getting her right to the edge.
So, tight and warm.
This is mine.
He'd never needed to connect with another person through sex, which seemed fucking ridiculous since he was literally connected at the dick, but the emotional need in others was not his end game, connection was something he didn't do.
Until he did.
Until that's all he craved from one woman.
Connection and purpose.
Music from out in the common room shook the walls with its deep hard seductive beat.
"Do you think I get my mouth on this pretty little thing that I'm stopping Ruby? that's fucking crazy, I've had wet dreams about this pussy until I couldn’t stop coming all over my belly. I'm taking you all the way, you gonna come for me again?" Yeah, she was, he'd make sure of it, he knew his way around a clit and began to torture hers with the utmost affection from his tongue, sliding and sucking, encouraging her to move against his mouth, he liked participation and Ruby was with him popping her slim hips in a hot little circle grinding herself on his lips. Hungry baby, he was going to give her everything she could take.
When she grabbed onto his hair Preacher could hazard a guess the ever so controlled Ruby was on her way to losing her shit, he increased speed, fingers plowing hard into her, curling and scissoring the same time as he sucked and gave her the most intimate French kiss. She made a sound, a frustrated little grunt.
Her orgasm blew him away as it went on and on, her taut little body contorting she cried loud enough to deafen and wasn't that just the sexiest thing he'd ever heard?
His cock throbbing, he bounded to his feet, licking his lips, tasting every drop of sweetness, smirking as he looked down at the mess he'd left her in.
Damn, she was incredible. Her mocha skin sheened with sweat, posed in the middle of the bed with her hair all fanned out like one of those glossy mag things Rider's old lady liked to read, not that Preacher had looked at the girlie shit, but he saw things sometimes in passing.
"Jesus, woman, if I knew orgasms would make you twice as fucking beautiful I'da had you coming forever ago. Stay there, don't move, I need to fuck you now."
Getting up on the bed, knees on either side of her body, she reached out and grabbed him, rolling her tight palm down his cock, paying particular torture to the mushroom head leaking like a faucet with pre-come. A groan shook his chest. He’d never been this close to shooting off like an adolescent.
"Babe, I really like your hands, but if you don't want me to embarrass myself you might wanna cut back on tickling my slit, I wanna come inside you, maybe later I'll come on all over you." His voice strangled.
Who knew, so sweet, so proper Ruby Steele, who always seemed to keep herself above the debauchery of Armado Springs would be this fucking wild? She was his wet dream come to life and poured all over his bed.
"What if it breaks the condom?" She didn't stop stroking, those skinny long fingers teasing one, two and the third bar. It ricocheted pleasure to his balls and he was thanking god he was drunk that night he decided to sit in the piercing chair to have someone shoot a needle in his cock.
Hard as a bat he tugged her hand free, took the time to slip on a condom and breathe through the impending orgasm.
Jesus, she put him on edge, more than any other woman before. He never lost his shit this quick but the way they were touching each other, rubbing each other, it was a strangled possibility if he didn't dig in and dig down fast.
"It won't." She pumped him hard and fast, rolling his cock through her palm, Preacher saw stars, bit back a groan. Oh, sweet fuck.
"What if one of those beads falls off, will it get lost inside me?"
Now he grinned and arched a brow. She was cute with her pinched nose and curious eyes, he noticed she'd leaned into his hand wanting more petting, he slid his hand down her flat belly, cupped crudely between her legs and ground his palm.
"It's not going to, but if it does the condom will get it not your pussy, now for the love of Jesus, we're gonna fuck, Ruby, before I die. If all you want is just the tip then that's what I'll give you, but I promise you'll want more until you're so full of my dick you can't take a breath without feeling me stretching you out. I want to do some nasty shit to this beautiful body and it means me getting in deep and planting deep as much as I can."
God. she just didn’t even know yet.
He was at his last supper surrounded by all the food he loved best.
Her tits rose with her fast inhale, he could see the tiny buds all proud and happy liked hearing that, and she was glistening between her legs. "I want that." she told him huskily, “all of it. Fuck me, Preacher.” And she reached up for his mouth.
Their kiss was hot, sloppy, wet and about the best dirty kiss Preacher had ever experienced.
When he got between her thighs again he got there good, nestling his bigger frame until their hips settled together, his hands up by the pillows, their mouths in touching distance if she wanted to grab at it, and she did, gliding her tongue inside so fucking sweetly he almost came before he got into her, the climax was perched on the tip of his cock ready to explode.
"Get to it, Preacher man, we're not getting any younger, show me what those piercings can do, and be aware I will be rating this afterward."
This was new, playful. He was usually so into just getting off that Preacher rarely had a joke with who he slept with.
“You ever fucked a Priest, baby?” He asked as he palmed himself.
Ruby laughed. “You’ve been waiting to say that, haven’t you?”
“I’ll make you feel all holy. Let me bless you.” A hand to her belly, he used the other to guide his cock to her entrance, the wet heat greeting him like a long lost old friend. Oh, shit yes, mother of god, finally, he thought, pushing home in a long shove. He didn't stop, he couldn't stop, he went in and in, filling her in one bone-rattling thrust.
Two groans became one sex symphony.
Her body took all of him. In and in until he had no more room to dive into, Preacher hit bottom and it was about the most perfect sensation, if he had any blood up top of his body he'd quote sonnets, fucking poems of old to make Frenchmen piss themselves, but as it was, his cock had the blood supply, thickening the tighter she squeezed around him.
Breaths churned out of them both.
It felt incredible.
He gave her a sweet second to let her walls stretch around him, he knew he was a big guy and he didn't wanna hurt her, not if he had rounds two through five in mind already. But the wait ... fucking torture. He pressed their mouths together.
"You okay, Ruby?" Small kisses dotted on her lips, her tongue flicked out capturing more.
"Mmmmm... yes. Move, Preacher man, you're killing me here."
The green light was all he waited for, rearing back almost to his tip Preacher angled her hips up and slammed back down, repeating so forcefully she was at her climax in seconds.
Jesus. Amazing. She gripped him so tight he saw stars.
Fucking her pump after earnest pump, there was no stopping how frantic he went at Ruby that first time, he should be apologetic for how long he lasted, but it felt too good, she was all over him, hands grabbing, nails clawing down the length of his back, her legs up around his waist and the dirty talk ... fuck, it literally blew the top off his cock, the climax tackling him like a detonation had happened somewhere in the clubhouse, everything in his shaken.
"Oh fuuuuuck. Fuck. Baby. Fuck."
"God. More. I need it again," she cried out and wasn't that the best compliment.
"Beautiful, you don't have to beg for a goddamn thing, I’m goi
ng to give you it all, if this is just one night, then be sure I'm eating and fucking abusing that pussy until you can't walk straight ever again, you’ll feel me there for weeks, little twitches of pleasure to drive you crazy." Her little bud was begging for his mouth, to rile her up, calm her down, make her fucking scream and he was going to deliver. “Are you ready?”
“I’m ready for anything.” All that wild intensity focused on him. He helped her roll over to her belly, stroking the full length of her back, over every bone of her spine, her undulation was almost Preacher's undoing, he dumped the condom and turned to fully focus on the tiny dancer.
Needing more access, he helped her down flattening his palm to the base of her softened spine, taking the time to kiss the two dimples at the base, she folded at his instruction, pushing her ass up, sweet fuck yes ... show me what I want ... and with his two greedy hands shaking a little he pressed her thighs open letting him get a good eyeful of her bare and slippery from her pleasure.
His head went down.
Laving the pearl at the top of her pussy his tongue went a little rogue with its manic flicks, her flavor flooding his mouth, her moans reaching down into his gut until that sexy noise had rearranged his furniture.
It felt so surreal to have her here like this. This was Ruby.
Goddamn if he had days he'd give her all the head she wanted, he’d spend hours between these thighs sucking her furiously into so many orgasms she'd forget what day of the week it was, but he only had tonight, her decree, and for once in his active player life he was resentful he was fast running out of time to enjoy a woman.
This woman. Fuck. This woman. Ruby.
The taste of her turned him into a drunk trying to get the last drop of rum out of the bottle. Preacher relaxed his mouth and enjoyed her little mewls and cues of what she wanted and where she wanted it, her ass moving back, he used the largest part of his palm to keep her pinned to the bed by the base of her back where she was most pliant and receptacle, her skin like silk, noticing how the harder he held her down the more she cried out.
Oh, baby. Interesting. His cock ached, became fuller.
