The Heathen (Preacher Brothers 2)

“Yes,” he hissed out. “That’s it. Fuck, that is so it.”

The faster and harder he pumped into me, the higher my pleasure climbed until it was on the precipice of claiming me and pushing me over the edge. Cullen slipped a hand between my legs, leaned back slightly, and started rubbing my clit gently. He teased that little bundle of nerves back and forth, and I couldn’t hold off the inevitable.

I came.

Before I knew what was happening, Cullen had both of my wrists now in one of his huge hands, lifted them above my head, and held them there, stretching me out like I was an offering.

He pulled almost all the way out but then slowly penetrated me inch by thick inch. When the root of his cock bumped my clit, sparks of electricity slammed into me and I cried out. He might be a virgin too, but he sure as hell knew how to play my body like a master.

And I saw his control fully leave then, this mask of ecstasy covered his face as he started fucking me. The expression on his face was fierce and filled with pleasure.

“Oh. God.” I squeezed my eyes shut. Was this possible? Was I going to get off again?

God. Yes.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He grunted as I involuntarily clenched my pussy around his thick cock. He let go of my wrists, and I immediately clenched the sheets beside me. Cullen had his hand on my inner thighs, keeping my legs open as he moved in and out of me.

He slid his hands close to where he was thrusting in deep and framed my pussy, and in a move I hadn’t been expecting, he pushed my legs up and to my chest so he could go in deeper.

And that had my pleasure going even higher.

He was staring at his dick in my pussy, his mouth parted, his breathing ragged. He slammed his cock inside me so hard I let go of the sheets and gripped his biceps. Over and over he did this, hitting something deep inside so that it felt like fireworks were going off in me.

“Kimber,” he groaned like he couldn’t get enough.

Cullen was languid in his ministrations now, as if he wanted to make this last all night long. He kept me right on the precipice of climaxing once more.

He moved his teeth and tongue up and down the length of my throat then finally took root at the hollow of my neck, licking and nipping and driving me insane with lust at how he made me feel.

“I can feel you clench around my dick,” he grunted against my dampened flesh. “I can feel the tremors of pleasure wracking your body because of how I make you feel.”

“Yes,” I hissed in ecstasy.

“Give it to me again, baby. Let me feel that again before I come and fill you up.” He pulled back and looked in my face now, and I held my breath as I felt another smaller orgasm rise up in me. It was as if his words alone had the effect to push me over the edge.

And then it peaked. It crashed through me like waves against the shore. Cullen grunted in approval.

“That’s it. Give it all to me and I’ll give you everything I am.” He slammed into me again and again, rotating his hips until sensations spiraled through me.

Cullen slammed his mouth on mine, and the combined flavors of him eating me out, our previous kissing, and all the male flavors that made him up coexisted in that one touch, in his lips on mine, his tongue pressed against mine.

At the same time we made out, made love with our mouths and tongues, Cullen was moving faster and harder in me.

Then he thrust into me once, twice, and on the third pump, he stilled, his dick buried all the way in me. I swore I felt him swell even further inside of my body, getting bigger, thicker, longer.

“Fuck,” he grunted against my mouth. “I’m coming.” His huge body seemed to shake, and the sound of his pleasure had mine rising even stronger. “God. Yes.”

I swore I felt the hot jets of his cum fill me, thick and potent, consuming and… all for me. I’d never been possessive of anything in my life, but with Cullen, I found I didn’t want anyone else to experience this but me.

It was only seconds later that he seemed to collapse on top of me, his body spent, his orgasm obviously waning as he breathed harshly. I couldn’t breathe, but if this was the way I died, what a way to go.

And then he rolled off me, pulling me to him immediately, my back to his chest, his arm around my waist.

I started to relax almost instantly and felt Cullen run his fingers up and down my arm. Closing my eyes, I just absorbed this time, lived in this moment.