Preacher (The Untouchables MC 5)

I kissed her deeply, letting her get wet before switching places for a minute. Then I grabbed some shower gel and poured some into my hands.

“Hold still, sweet girl.”

I cleaned her, starting at the neck, taking my time and making a nice lather. I washed her collar bones, shoulders, arms, taking a second to tickle her armpits as I came back up. Down her back, around to the front, and up to wash those perfect peaches. I grunted as her nipples hardened under my hands, taking even longer to stop and play with them until we were both gasping for air.

I ran my hands over the globes of her ass, then thoroughly cleaned her thighs and calves.

I knelt and washed one foot and then the other, having her place one at a time in my big, rough palms. I had a perfect view of her gorgeous pussy from that angle and leaned in to give her a kiss.

“Preacher,” she squeaked. I gave her a naughty grin.

“Play time isn’t over, sweetheart.”

I washed myself quickly and rinsed the soap off my hands. Then I slid my fingers up and down her gorgeous pussy lips until I felt her juices.

“Bend forward,” I ordered. “Hands on the edge of the tub.”

Bless her heart, she did as I asked. I angled her so the water wasn’t running in her face and stepped behind her. My cock notched itself unerringly into her pussy, and I pushed forward into her welcoming warmth.

I’d held back the last two times, making it last. But I knew I’d have to let her sleep soon. After I got some answers, of course.

This time, I took what I wanted.

I put one hand on each golden hip as I watched my cock sink into her welcoming warmth.

“Goddamn, Cynthia. How can your pussy feel this good?”

It wasn’t an exaggeration. I’d never felt anything like her. This wasn’t like any sex I’d ever had before. She wasn’t like any woman I’d met, or slept with, or even seen on the big screen or the glossy pages of a magazine.

Cynthia was one of a kind.

“Hold on tight.” I grunted as our bodies started to slap together, the water making the sound echo loudly through the black and white bathroom.

For a good long while, the only sounds were my grunts, her breathy little moans, and the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. When I felt myself getting close, I reached down to play with her clit.

“Hmm, that’s nice, hellcat. You are so wet for me . . .” I toyed with her as she started to peak, her noises getting higher in pitch and even more out of control.

I cursed as her pussy started to work me, tugging me deeper and tightening on me as she came. “Fuck, that’s nice,” I gasped as she gave my dick a world-class massage. “Milk me with that pussy.”

My seed came barreling up my shaft like a freight train. I hissed, positioning myself as deep inside her as possible. It was pure instinct. I wanted my seed as far as it could go.

My balls turned over as I felt more and more of my seed fill her up. She was still coming, too. I had meant for this to be a quickie, but goddamn if I wasn’t coming just as hard as I had the first time.

Cynthia had my balls working overtime. Of that there was no fucking doubt.

She went limp as the orgasm subsided. I caught her and lifted her up to lean against my chest, my cock still inside her. I washed her tits again, letting the water run over us both.

And goddamn if my cock didn’t get hard again, just from that.

I hadn’t had this many boners in a day since I was a teenager. Maybe not even then.

I tugged my cock free with regret a few minutes later. I would fuck her again if I didn’t, and I was pretty sure she was getting sore.

I turned the water off and grabbed a fluffy towel and patted her down before carrying her back to the bedroom and laying her down.

“Are you hungry?” I asked as I used the same towel to hastily dry myself off. “We sort of skipped dinner.”

“No, I’m fine, thank you,” Cynthia said shyly, grabbing the covers and tugging them over her naked body.

“That’s probably a good idea, sweetheart. Unless you want to go for round four. I could spend a couple of hours with that sweet little ass of yours if your pussy is sore.”

She turned bright pink and I laughed.

“That can wait. First, we need to talk.”

Chapter Eighteen

Cynthia

My body was heavy and drowsy from the pleasure Preacher had given me. I felt wrung out and hung to dry, like laundry. But not in a bad way. The truth was, I’d never felt better. I was pretty much blissed out.