was messing this up in the worst way. He was starting to lose his erection and he reached around her and cupped her pussy.
He pressed against her clit before caressing it lightly. She jerked and twitched, her pussy squeezing him tight and just like that his dick was back in the game.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she squeaked.
He rubbed her clit again as she lifted her upper body and braced herself on her hands. “Preacher, what…”
Her voice died out, her slender body shaking wildly when he cupped her breast in one big hand and toyed with her nipple. His other hand was still between her legs and he groaned when she wiggled and squirmed on his aching dick.
“Oh! Oh my goodness!” She kept repeating herself in a soft little voice as she rocked her pussy against his fingers. “Oh, that feels so good. You’re so big, Preacher.”
He grinned as she continued to talk. Normally he preferred his women not to be so goddamn chatty in bed, but it was fucking adorable the way she couldn’t seem to stop voicing her opinions.
“Oh my goodness! I’ve never had something so big in me before. It feels good, it feels really…”
She moaned when he pinched her clit and then she shoved her ass against his pelvis. “Oh my gosh! Do that again! Right now!”
His grin widening, he pinched her clit again and she made a loud squeal of pleasure. “I like that very much.”
He rubbed her clit roughly, listening to her soft squeals and moans of delight. She was growing steadily wetter and he made a few slow, experimental thrusts to gauge her reaction. She squealed again and thrust back and forth on his dick when he stopped.
“Oh, don’t stop!” she begged. “Please, Preacher, don’t stop.”
Fuck, what her soft, polite schoolteacher voice did to him. He slid in and out of her in a firm rhythm as she moaned happily. She was tiny and tight, but her pussy swallowed every inch of him like it was made for his dick. He bottomed out in her, gave her clit a rough little pinch, and then pulled out until just the head was encased in her warmth.
She was wiggling and moaning and babbling at him and he thrust back in to the hilt. Watching her pussy lips stretch around his width nearly made him come and he tore his gaze away and stared at her back again. Jesus, if he didn’t make her come soon, he was going to embarrass himself by coming before she did. He never let that happen but then he’d never been in a pussy as smooth and tight as his little Sunshine’s.
Gritting his teeth, he rubbed firmly at her clit, willing her to fucking come already as she moaned and writhed on his dick and dug her hands into the tattoo bed. Thank fucking Christ, she stiffened only a few minutes later, her back arching and a loud cry escaping her mouth as she climaxed. She shook wildly around him and muttering a low curse, he thrust in and out of her pulsing pussy and followed her to his own climax less than fifteen seconds later.
He dug his hands into her narrow hips and threw his head back as his orgasm flowed through him. It might not have been one of his better performances but holy fuck if it wasn’t one of the best orgasms of his damn life. By the time he came down from the high, his little sunshine was collapsed against the tattoo bed and panting harshly.
He rubbed her lower back as his racing heart slowed. Fuck, she was so goddamn beautiful. She wiggled against him and he pulled out reluctantly as she straightened. She turned around and the look on her face had the apology falling immediately from his lips.
“Sunshine, I’m sorry.” He pulled off the condom and dropped it into the waste basket.
“It’s fine.” Her voice was too loud and high-pitched as she yanked up her jeans and panties. She was fumbling with her bra and she winced when the shoulder strap dragged across her tattoo.
“Wait, hold on,” he said as he pulled up his own jeans and buttoned them.
“I really should be going now,” she said. He could hear the tears in her voice, and he cursed inwardly.
“Addison, I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t,” she said in a strangled voice as she finished putting on her bra. “Please stop saying you’re sorry.”
“Can we just talk about this?”
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s late and I