almost hurt. Before she could stop to consider why, he had spread her legs and pushed the wide head of his cock against her entrance.
“It won’t hurt this time, I promise,” he said in a low voice.
She dug her nails into his biceps as he put his arm around her waist and pushed again. To her complete shock, the head slipped in easily without any pain at all. She stared up at him as he made a low groan.
“Okay?” he muttered before threading his fingers through her hair and gripping tight.
“Yes, it – it doesn’t hurt.”
“Good,” he said hoarsely. He nuzzled her throat before whispering in her ear, “I guess this means every time I fuck you, I’ll need to eat your sweet pussy first.”
She clenched around him at the thought and he groaned again before cupping her left breast and toying with her nipple. “Relax and let me in, Sunshine.”
She tried to relax around him, but it was difficult with the way his fingers were tugging on her nipple. It sent waves of need through her and her pussy kept clenching rhythmically around him. He pulled her head back and kissed her. She could taste herself on his mouth and when he pushed his tongue between her lips, she sucked eagerly at it. He was pushing steadily into her and she made a small squeak of pain when he sheathed himself entirely and her right nipple brushed against his chest.
“I’m sorry,” he said immediately. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he tried to withdraw.
“No, it’s my, um, my nipple,” she said.
He glanced at the bandage that covered it. “Right, sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She touched his chest tentatively, tracing her fingers over the cross tattooed just below the hollow of his throat. If she hadn’t been stuffed full of his cock, she supposed she would have wanted to study each of the tattoos that covered his upper body.
Instead, she was starting to feel a slow throb of pleasure in her lower belly as Preacher cupped her left breast again and kneaded it. He kissed her slowly, sucking on her tongue and her lips until she was thrusting her hips against him.
He released her mouth and pushed lightly on her upper chest. “Lean back and brace yourself on your hands.”
She did what he asked, digging her fingers into the paper sheet that covered the tattoo bed as he curled his big hand around the back of her neck and gripped firmly. His thumb rubbed against her fluttering pulse as he stared at her pussy. Her skirt had slipped down a little and he pushed it back up around her waist so he could see all of her.
He was breathing harshly as he thrust back and forth. She glanced down and was mesmerized by the way his cock slid in and out of her. Just watching the way her pussy stretched around his thick cock, the way she took every inch of him, was making her hot.
“You feel so good on my dick,” Preacher suddenly groaned before thrusting harder. “Can you come again for me, baby?”
She stared wide-eyed at him. She never came more than once and certainly not after she’d had that intense of an orgasm. Besides, she’d always been hit and miss when it came to an orgasm from sex. More often miss.
“I – I don’t think so.” Her desire was rapidly disappearing under her anxiety that she would disappoint Preacher. It shouldn’t have mattered, she was nothing but an easy lay for him, but she couldn’t help it. The anxiety was there and impossible to ignore.
He cupped her cheek and stroked her cheekbone with his thumb before pushing her flat onto her back. The bed was at the perfect height for him to fuck her and she wondered vaguely if he had raised it that high on purpose. Had he planned this from the moment she’d booked the appointment?
The thought that he might have been planning to fuck her all along sent fresh wetness surging out of her and she squeezed tightly around his dick. Preacher groaned and took her right hand, pushing it to her pussy and pressing her fingers against her clit.
“Try to come again for me, baby.”
“Simon, I can’t,” she said. The thought of touching herself in front of him made her cringe with embarrassment. What if she looked stupid, what if she didn’t do it right or –
“Sunshine.” His low voice urged her to look at him. He leaned over her, his hand still