the tattoo bed. He bent her face-first over the bed, and she rested her heated cheek against the smooth leather as he unzipped her jeans and yanked them and her panties down to her ankles.
“Preacher, what if your assistant comes back?” she gasped out as a little of her sanity made a brief reappearance.
“He won’t,” he said.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She could hear him unzipping his jeans and she peered over her shoulder at him. “We need a condom.”
He was already reaching into his pocket and she turned her face away as he tore open the packaging and stepped back. She didn’t actually want to see his penis. He was a big man and she was certain he was just as big in the downstairs department.
She’d never seen any penis but Harrison’s. She didn’t think he was small, but Harrison was average size physically which meant his penis was probably average size too. It always hurt at the beginning to make love with Harrison so if she saw Preacher’s and it was bigger, she might be tempted to just call the whole thing off.
Is now really the time to be thinking of this? You’re about to be fucked by Preacher!
She winced at the foul language of her inner voice, but it was right. Preacher wasn’t making love to her. He was fucking her. And being fucked was exactly what she needed right now. Right?
She clutched at the tattoo bed as Preacher shoved her feet apart. She was starting to lose some of her lust, her thoughts crowding in and overriding her need for him.
“Maybe we,” she started to say and then his hand was between her legs and his rough fingers were caressing her clit.
“Oh my goodness!” She arched up off the bed when he slid one thick finger into her. Shamefully, she was already wet. Hell, she’d been wet since he ran his gloved fingers down her back.
“You’re so tight and wet, Sunshine,” he moaned. “I need to fuck you right now.”
The need in his voice made her desire flare back to life and she widened her legs even more as he pressed the head of his cock against her. She probably wouldn’t have an orgasm from sex. It took a miracle for her to have an internal orgasm and experience had proven that once the fucking started, her clit was forgotten about entirely.
For a moment, she wished she was brave enough to ask Preacher to make her come first, but she ignored her feelings. Being fucked by Preacher was something she wanted, regardless of whether she came or not. Still, she couldn’t help but tense a bit from nerves as he traced her naked ass with his fingers.
He paused and then echoed his words from earlier, “If you don’t want this, it isn’t too late to change your mind.”
“I want this,” she said.
* * *
The moment Addison told him she wanted it, Preacher shoved his cock into her sweet pussy. Her entire body stiffened, and she cried out. It was a sound of pain, not pleasure and he immediately froze.
“Fuck!” He’d hurt her. He was so desperate to fuck her that he hadn’t given a thought to how little she was. She was soaking wet when he touched her, but he should have at least made her come first. He’d hurt his sweet Sunshine and he’d never forgive himself.
He started to pull out and grunted in surprise when she wrapped her hand around his wrist.
“No, don’t stop,” she said.
“I’ve hurt you.”
“It’s fine. It always hurts at first.” She spoke in a matter-of-fact tone that made him feel even worse. “It’s already fading. Go ahead.”
He didn’t know what was worse – hurting her or finding out that she expected it to hurt. He muttered a curse under his breath and made himself stay perfectly still.
“Go on,” she said again.
“Just give me a minute,” he said through gritted teeth. It wasn’t only his worry that he would hurt her again. She was so goddamn tight around him that he wasn’t entirely certain he wouldn’t just blow his load if he took even one stroke.
He made himself take a few deep breaths and think about motherfucking baseball until the need to come had eased. He stroked her warm back as he stared at his ink on her pale skin.
“Okay?” he asked hoarsely.
“Just fine,” she said. “Do it, Preacher.”
While she didn’t sound like she was in pain any longer, she also didn’t sound like a woman who was dying to be fucked. Jesus, he