Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,124
forearm. “Simon, please touch me.”
“Why couldn’t you fuck him?” He tugged on her curls teasingly, his fingers grazing her wet pussy lips but not going where she needed them.
Her clit aching, her entire body on fire with need, she said, “Because he wasn’t you. I don’t want to fuck anyone but you, Simon.”
“That’s my good girl.” The smug satisfaction in his voice was drowned out by her scream of pleasure when he rubbed her clit and she climaxed hard against his fingers. Her body shook and she grasped at Preacher’s arm like a woman drowning as pleasure drenched her body.
His fingers tightened around the pearls and he clamped his other arm around her waist as he fucked her with hard, deep thrusts that sent fresh new flutters of pleasure shuddering down her body.
She cried out when the head of his cock pressed against her g-spot and tried to squirm away from the intense pleasure. It was too much, too soon, after her orgasm.
Preacher growled and pulled on the pearls until her head was forced back. His free hand held her hip in a tight grip and he fucked her with rough and almost punishing strokes. The pleasure was building inside of her again and she squirmed and writhed in his tight grip, unable to get away, the pressure against her throat and hip a sensual turn on she never thought possible.
He drove deep and she screamed his name like a prayer, her entire body tensing as her second orgasm roared through her. She shook and quivered against him as the pleasure went on and on. When it finally dimmed, she sagged forward like a boneless kitten. Preacher slid his arm around her waist and kissed the middle of her back before lowering her to the bed. She collapsed on her side, breathing harshly as her legs twitched and jerked.
Preacher rubbed her hip and her thigh, pressing kisses against her upper shoulders and the nape of her neck. He nuzzled the pearls around her neck before kissing her throat. “You okay?”
“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
He kissed her throat again before spooning her. “Good.”
She relaxed against him, closing her eyes and letting him soothe her trembling body with long gentle strokes of his hand. “I feel so good. Thank you, Simon.”
“You’re welcome, baby.”
After a few minutes, she became aware of two things… Simon’s fingers tugging on her nipple and the hard length of his cock between her ass cheeks. She opened her eyes and craned her head to stare at him. “Simon, you didn’t…”
“Not yet.” He pressed a kiss against her mouth.
“Why not? I came twice. It’s your turn to come.”
His grin turned wicked. “You’re going to come again for me.”
“I don’t think I can come again,” she said. “Those last two were… intense.”
He flipped her onto her back and kissed the tip of her nipple. “Trust me, Sunshine. Before this night is over, you’re going to lose track of how many times you come.”
* * *
“Sit up, Sunshine.”
“No.”
Preacher laughed. She groaned when he opened the blinds and bright sunlight speared its way into the room.
Preacher set a cup of tea on the nightstand beside her before sliding into his side of the bed, tucking a pillow behind his back, and leaning against the wall. Grumbling, she sat up and then winced and grabbed at her thighs.
“It took me ten minutes to walk to the bathroom earlier,” she said. “My thighs hurt so freaking bad.”
Her voice was raspy, and Preacher grinned at her. “Drink some tea, it’ll help your throat.”
She tucked the sheet and quilt around her naked body before sipping at the tea. She rubbed at her thighs through the quilt. “What time is it?”
“Almost eleven.” He pushed some pillows behind her, and she leaned back, smiling a little when Preacher rested his hand on her thigh while he scrolled through Facebook on his phone.
She was tired, God, was she tired, and her throat was sore, and her thighs hurt and…
Your pussy hurts.
Not exactly hurt… more like ached.
Because Preacher did exactly what he said he would do. Didn’t he? He fucked you until you screamed yourself hoarse, made you come over and over until you begged him to stop, ruined you for any other dick but his for the rest of your damn life.
That thought should have scared her. So why wasn’t it?
She took another sip of tea before studying Preacher. He glanced over at her. “You hungry?”