The Drift (Preacher Brothers 3)

I knew the warmth and wetness, the friction and motions, were going to have her coming for me again. She was so damn receptive to my touches. And as her body tightened as she came, I lapped up her juices that were slipping out of her, humming my approval as I savored this moment… savored her flavor.

I stood, had her off the counter, turned around, and placed my hand on the center of her back, pushing her forward. Her ass was popped out real nice, and I used my booted foot to kick her legs open even more. I shoved her shirt up, yanked her bra down, and she hissed as her breasts pressed to the no doubt frigid granite counter.

“You like that,” I murmured, and she hummed her approval.

“Yeah, you do,” I grunted and leaned back to take in the sight of her perfect peach ass. Fuck, I was hard. I pushed my hips forward, ground my dick against her softness, and clenched my teeth. “I can’t wait anymore.” I yanked my zipper down, undid the button of my jeans, and grabbed my cock, pulling it through the fly.

She lifted her ass for me, and I growled. Fuck.

And when I ran the tip of my huge cock up and down the crease of her ass, she moaned for me and rose on her toes, trying to get me closer to the soaked core of her body that I knew ached for me. I smacked her ass with my cock, my balls drawing up with my impending orgasm.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, Zoey. So. Good. I’m going to fill you up until you can’t stretch anymore, until you’re sore and walking bowlegged tomorrow morning.” My mouth was right by her ear, and I knew my filthy words turned her on. They fucking turned me on.

I had my fingers between her thighs, used the digits to spread her moisture around, and slid them up until I was pressing those slicked fingers against her asshole. She gasped, looked over her shoulder at me, and I felt my body tighten even more at her glazed-over expression.

She wanted this, and I’d be the only man to ever give this to her.

Using my other hand, I placed the tip of my erection at the entrance of her pussy, her eyes locked on mine, the air between us thick and hot. I kept my fingers on her tight little asshole as I pushed more of my dick into her tight, hot pussy, my girth and length no doubt stretching her to the point where pleasure mixed with pain. I knew it sure as hell was like that for me. Fuck, it felt so good. I let my finger tease her ass, the digit in that forbidden little hole, and my shaft in her cunt, driving my pleasure even higher.

I had my free hand on her waist, my fingers digging into her side, holding her tightly, my blunt nails digging into her flesh. Sweat started to trickle down my hairline as my blood pressure rose, as my impending orgasm went even higher.

And then I said fuck it, shoved all my inches into her, seating my cock to the hilt inside her, and groaning out at the pleasure.

I pressed the fingers into her tight hole slightly before withdrawing almost all the way out and teasing the rim until I felt my cock give a might jerk in her pussy. I did this over and over again, her pussy walls contracting around my cock, her moans and begging for more spurring me on. I started to move in and out of her, her pussy juices making my motions slick so that the sound of wet skin slapping together was loud in the kitchen.

I was losing control. I picked up speed, slammed my hips back and forth, rocking them against her, grinding my pelvis when my balls were flush with her body, and forcing myself not to come too soon. Soon, I was pounding into Zoey, my balls slapping her clit with every instroke, my head so fuzzy I couldn’t even think straight for how good it felt.

I let go of her waist, pulled my fingers from her ass, and gripped her waist tightly so I could really get some damn leverage and fuck her senseless. I didn’t want her walking comfortably tomorrow.

Her back arched, and she turned her head to look at me, her eyes wide, her mouth parted.

“I’m so close, Zoey. I’m so. Fucking. Close.” I didn’t want it to end, but then again, I wanted to explode and feel that rush of ecstasy only my woman could give me.

And then she came for me again.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I’m coming, Wilder.”

Yeah, she was. Her pussy contracted around my cock and drew deep groans from me. She gasped and cried out as she rode out the pleasure I gave her, the pleasure we created. And fuck, Zoey kept shifting slightly, pushing her pussy down my length even more, even harder, trying to get as much of my cock into her as possible.