holding hers to her core and his dick still embedded deep within her. “Touch yourself, baby.”
Unable to resist him, she rubbed tentatively at her clit. He straightened and held her hips, gliding in and out of her slowly as he watched her fingers caress her throbbing clit.
“Good,” he said, “just like that. Fuck, baby, do you have any idea how goddamn hot you look right now? Keep touching that sweet little clit.”
His hoarse voice and the look of lust in his eyes emboldened her and she rubbed her clit more firmly. It sent sparks of pleasure darting up her spine and he groaned again when she thrust her hips at him. “Feel good?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Keep going.” He was starting to lose his control. She could see it in the way his eyes were glazing over and feel it in the harder thrusts of his dick. She closed her eyes and concentrated on touching herself the way she liked best, gentle caresses followed by firmer ones with a slight tug every few seconds. Preacher had pushed her legs up again, resting her feet on the bed as he held her thighs open wide. She could feel his big hard hands kneading and pressing against her inner thighs.
She opened her eyes and made a soft cry of pleasure at the look on Preacher’s face. He was staring at her pussy, alternating between watching her fingers rub her clit and his cock slide in and out of her narrow opening. She was close to coming, her fingers rubbing steadily against that little pink nub and she studied Preacher intently. His mouth dropped open and he sucked in breath in harsh gasps as he almost absentmindedly cupped her left breast and pulled on her nipple.
She cried out, her body arching as that one little tug pushed her over the edge. Her second orgasm rolled through her, making her body shake and her brain short-circuit. Vaguely, she was aware of Preacher’s harsh shout, of his fingers digging into her hips and his cock slamming into her so deeply that there was a brief flash of pain before more pleasure shuddered its way through her.
She quivered and moaned beneath him as he thrust back and forth a few more times, his body shaking from the pleasure of his release, before leaning over her and resting his head just below her breasts. She stroked his thick hair tentatively as his breath blew across her ribs, lighting up goose bumps across her flesh.
“You okay?” he rasped.
She nodded. “Yes. I – I’ve never had two orgasms in a row before.”
Addie, shut up! You sound like an idiot!
Preacher raised his head and stared at her. “Maybe we should try for three.”
Her mouth dropped open as she tried to decide if he was serious. He looked serious and she licked her lips. “Um, I don’t think – I mean, I’m pretty sure I can’t do that.”
“You thought you couldn’t do two,” he said with a wicked grin.
“I know but I’m quite positive that three is -”
“Preacher! Yo, you still here?”
Addison’s eyes widened at the sound of Nolan’s voice. She stared blankly at Preacher as he muttered a curse. He straightened and pulled out of her, yanking off the condom before tossing it in the garbage and throwing paper towels over top of it. He hauled his jeans up and buttoned them as he muttered, “Get dressed.”
She nearly fell off the table as she tried to get down. The protective paper was stuck to her ass and she yanked at it futilely as Preacher uttered another curse. He pulled the paper away from her bare butt and off the table, wadding it up and throwing it on the floor as she shoved her skirt down and he yanked his shirt over his head. She grabbed her shirt and stuffed her arms into the sleeves.
“Preacher? You back here, man? I forgot my fucking phone. Jesus, I’d forget my goddamn head if it wasn’t attached.”
“My panties.” Addison pulled her shirt over her head. They were still sitting on the cart in plain view. Preacher snatched them up and stuffed them into his pocket just as the door opened and Nolan walked in.
“Hey, didn’t you hear me calling or…”
He trailed off as he stared at Addison and then at Preacher. “What’s going on?”
“What do you think is going on?” Preacher snarled at him. “I’m finishing up the piercing.”
Nolan blinked at him. “Finishing up the piercing.”
“Are you a fucking parrot now? Yes. Next time fucking knock