Forbidden Harmony (Harmony Falls #3) - Elizabeth Kelly Page 0,80
when he pressed the head of his dick against her opening, she automatically spread her legs farther apart.
“Good, baby,” he said. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this. I love watching your tight pussy swallow my dick.”
She moaned, more turned on by his words than she wanted to admit. As he slowly pushed into her, she pushed back eagerly, suddenly wanting all of him, needing all of him.
He rubbed her lower back, his other hand holding her hip and keeping her still. “Patience, Sunshine.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” she said. “Move faster.”
His low chuckle made her flush with pleasure. “My girl is greedy for my dick, isn’t she?”
“Maybe,” she said.
He laughed again and made one final push, his pelvis resting against her ass, his cock seated completely inside of her. “Better?”
She moaned in reply. God, she would never get tired of the way it felt to have Preacher inside of her.
Her hair hung in her face and she was weirdly grateful when Preacher gathered her hair in one big fist. He tugged and she lifted her head, arching her back when he pressed down just above her ass. He fucked her slowly at first, long deep strokes that made her entire body shiver with anticipation.
“Good, baby?” His voice was low and filled with desire. Her pussy squeezed around him in response, and he groaned, a thick guttural sound that skyrocketed her own arousal.
“So good,” she breathed. “I want…”
She trailed off, suddenly feeling shy and uncertain.
Preacher’s hand tightened in her hair and he leaned over and kissed between her shoulder blades. “Tell me what you want.”
“Harder,” she said, her face going red. “I want it harder.”
He tugged on her hair until her face was pointed toward him. He kissed her hard on the mouth, their tongues tasting and teasing until she was gasping and grinding her ass against him. He released her mouth and licked her bottom lip. “Whatever you want, Sunshine.”
Both hands cupped her hips and she cried out when he fucked her with hard, rough strokes. She gripped the sheets, taking every inch of his cock, enjoying the way he pounded into her, loving the sound of his low moans and gasps as he found pleasure in her body. He shifted her slightly and on the next stroke, the head of his dick brushed across her g-spot.
She froze, her back arched and her head thrown back. “Oh my God!”
He thrust again, his dick pressing against that beautiful, wonderful, amazing spot and she cried his name before rocking back to meet each of his strokes. Her nerve endings on fire, she buried her face into her pillow and screamed when she climaxed with a jolting, sizzling burst of pure pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, infusing every molecule of her body with molten hot bliss.
She heard Preacher’s hoarse shout, took the force of his final thrust that nearly flattened her onto the bed, felt the hot warmth flooding her pussy when he spilled his seed into her. Her legs too weak to hold her weight, she collapsed on her face. Preacher pulled out and his heavy weight landed beside her on the bed. She could hear him panting harshly. It matched the frantic pace of her own breathing.
She was lying too close to him, and she needed to give him his space. She wiggled away and Preacher’s arm clamped around her waist, pulling her back. He turned her onto her side and – holy crap – spooned her.
She had no idea why he was cuddling but she would enjoy it while it lasted. She relaxed against him and caught her breath as he cupped her breast and rested his face in the crook of her neck.
Ten minutes later she was feeling pleasantly sleepy when Preacher lifted his head. “You okay?”
“Hmm,” she said. It was so nice to lie against Preacher’s hard body, even if the room was starting to be a little stuffy. She wanted to turn the ceiling fan on but that would mean getting up. She’d much rather be too warm snuggling with Preacher than move.
Preacher kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her breast before he ran his fingers up and down her arm. Her eyes drifted shut. When Preacher was finished with her, when he started to find her as boring as Harrison did in bed, this right here would be one of her favourite memories. Being cuddled by Preacher was almost as good as being fucked by Preacher.