Preacher (The Untouchables MC 5)

“Oh, God!” I shouted as the orgasm tore through my body. I shook and shimmied, Preacher’s own denim-clad legs keeping my legs spread, holding me in place. He was true to his word, never moving his eyes from my spread open pussy.

“Good . . . that’s real good, baby. Keep coming for me . . . fuck, you look hot. I want my dick inside you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my goddamn life.”

He kept talking dirty. Kept strumming my clit. I couldn’t stop coming. I gasped as he slid another finger inside me.

“Yes . . . open that pussy for me. Make it ready for my cock.”

Oh. My. God.

Preacher was nasty. He wasn’t shy about any of it. He wasn’t ashamed. He was a full-on freak.

And so help me God, I was loving every second of it, even if it made me squirm in embarrassment at the same time.

He kept working my clit as I groaned, almost desperate to stop coming.

“You like that, hellcat? You like my fingers deep in your pussy? You feel so good. I knew you would. I can’t wait to wrap you around me.”

And then he changed position, his two fingers still plunging in and out of my quivering pussy. But this time, he replaced his thumb on my clit with his lips. I silently screamed as his hot, insistent lips closed over my clit and sucked. Hard.

I came again, my body arching off the bed and a stream of ‘Yes!’ and ‘Oh, God, yes!’ falling from my lips. I sounded like I was in a porn and I didn’t care. Then he started flicking his tongue rapidly against my clit and I lost the ability to speak at all.

I felt him slide a third finger inside me just before the next orgasm hit me.

“Fuck, I like watching that pussy jump,” he hissed as he lifted his head. He kept his fingers inside me as my orgasm started to fade. I felt him opening me, spreading me with his fingers. The need in me started to rise again, so quickly it almost scared me. Preacher did not take his eyes off his fingers where they disappeared into my body.

“That’s it. Relax your muscles. Fuck. I can’t wait anymore.”

He pulled back, licking his fingers clean as he stared at me. Then he pulled his jeans off and kicked his socks away. I stared in shock at the giant tree limb that jutted out from his body. His body was perfect. Muscled and hard with thick thighs and calves from riding his motorcycle, no doubt. But I could not tear my eyes away from his enormous cock. I blinked as a shiny drop of precum glistened on the tip.

“What . . .” I said, unable to finish my sentence.

He crawled over me, guiding his cock to my entrance.

“It’s . . .” I started, then moaned as the tip of his cock rubbed against my slick pussy lips. “Oh . . .”

“Gotta go slow,” he said with a grunt as he slipped just inside me. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he hissed in pleasure.

I whimpered as he reached down to spread my pussy lips with his fingers and started rubbing my clit, staring down at where our bodies joined. He pushed inside a little deeper. I felt like I was being split in two, but it didn’t hurt.

“Give me that tight little pussy. Cream all over my dick . . . fuck, yes,” he hissed, the look on his face a mixture of pain and pleasure as he inched slowly forward.

And then I came again. I thrashed on the sheets, held in place by the giant cock spearing me to the bed. He was saying something to me, cursing and groaning as he sank a little farther inside me.

His fingers did not stop working my clit. His cock did not stop inching inside me. He cursed and said something like ‘This is it.’ He leaned down and sucked my nipple, and the world went away. I was floating, flying through space as the biggest orgasm yet ripped through me.

Right before Preacher did.

I shrieked as he pushed inside me until he was fully embedded. The pain had startled me. But nothing compared to the full feeling his cock made inside me. It was thick and ropey with veins. Every pulse of his blood filled me with pleasure. His skin on my skin. His mouth on my tits. His fingers strumming my clit again.

Preacher kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth to toy with mine.

The next time I came, I almost passed out. His body was holding me to the bed from my lips all the way down. Somehow, not being able to move made it that much more intense.

I shook helplessly as Preacher lifted his fingertips away and gipped my hips. Then he started to move.