The Drift (Preacher Brothers 3)

She was my queen.

My cock was so fucking hard, digging between her thighs. I wanted to be inside her, to feel how hot and tight she was. I knew she’d be wet. I knew she was soaked.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

She laughed softly and ground herself against me, causing a groan from me. “I just went to the store.”

“Anytime you’re not with me is too long, baby.”

I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I slanted my mouth on hers, taking her lips with my tongue and teeth, gently nibbling on her flesh, pulling her flavor into my body until I was so desperate for more I knew I had to calm down or I’d be too rough. I moved my tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened on a moan. Our tongues pressed against each other, dueling for supremacy until she finally submitted to me. I stood, holding her in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist to keep her stable. I walked us over to the counter, set her sweet ass on the granite, and she spread her legs wider so I could move between them.

“This is what I’ve been thinking about when I’m not with you,” I grunted. “When I close my eyes, I swear I can smell you, that sweet scent that lingers on your skin that has me so damn hard my cock hurts,” I murmured against her neck, my tongue and lips teasing her flesh until she tried to get as close to me as possible. That’s what I wanted. “My cock gets so hard for you when I think about how perfect you are, that you’re mine.” I emphasized my point by grinding my rock-hard shaft against her belly, my low groan making her gasp. I knew she liked this shit as much as I did.

As I licked at her throat, I slipped my hand between our bodies as I started to unbutton and unzip her shorts. I needed access to that sweet heat she had only for me. “Lift up for me, Zoey,” I growled. She did as I asked, and I speared my hand beneath the denim, pulled them down, and then had my fingers on her panties, tearing that thin piece of cotton away from her in my frantic need of her pussy.

When I had those items gone, I reached down and slid my fingers down her slit, spreading her lips and feeling how wet and silky she was. Zoey let her head fall back as my other hand snaked behind her and under her ass, gripping a full cheek. I clenched and unclenched the globe until she was wantonly moaning and trying to thrust her hips at me. My dick jerked against the zipper of my jeans. I used my finger to tease the opening of her pussy, dipping in partly before pulling the digit out and sliding it up and running small circles around her clit.

She closed her eyes, her breathing broken. I made her breathless. Her breasts pressed against her tank, her nipples hard. My mouth watered. I latched my mouth onto a globe right through the shirt, sucking at the tight peak, knowing her shirt and bra would be soaked by the time I was done. After a few seconds, I pulled back and looked down at what I’d done. Fuck, the white tank was soaked clean through from my mouth, as was the thin white bra she wore. And I knew the fucker was thin and white because I saw the outline and pinkness of her areola.

I went back to work on her cleft, spreading her moisture around until she was so slick her juices were dripping down my fingers. I couldn’t contain my need for her anymore. I dropped to my knees, looking up at her as I took my thumb and forefinger and spread the little hood away from her clit. She watched me intently, and when I looked at the small bud swollen from my ministrations, my mouth watered even more.

While still watching her, I ran my tongue along her clit, sucking the engorged pearl between my lips until she was shaking, pressing that pussy against my mouth as she needed me to give her more. I slowly moved my head back, my tongue still touching her clit as I stared up at her. It was clear that was all she needed, that visual stimulus, the low hum of my desire that I knew spread right through the bundle of nerves. I watched her come for me.

I felt pre-cum start to dampen my jeans as she thrust her breasts out, her pussy grinding into my touch. She wanted my dick, and I’d give it to her.

“Watch me, Zoey baby.”

She opened her eyes and looked down at me, her expression glossed over with her pleasure. I looked back between her thighs and spread her pussy lips wide with a thumb on each side, her clit still swollen. I leaned in and ran my tongue up and down her cleft, dipping it into her clenching pussy hole, and then moving back up to suck the hard little bud into my mouth.