“I can give you that, love.”
He slips a hand beneath my shirt, pinching my extended nipple before he moves to its twin and repeats the gesture. Rolling my stiff peaks between his thick digits, he tortures me endlessly. Moaning, I try to move my hips and find friction.
“But you have to let go.”
He tugs my nipple, and I cry out, tipping my head back as pleasure engulfs my body. He grinds his palm into my swollen clit, and I gasp as the multitude of stimulations overload my brain. Goosebumps break out over my flesh, and a white-hot blaze builds in my belly. Breathing hard, I writhe on the couch as he continues to work me over, plucking, rolling, and circling.
“Please. Please,” I beg.
“I’ll give you what you need, Flower. All you have to do is surrender to what we both want.”
I ball my hands into fists as my body trembles on the verge of a beautiful explosion. Yielding to the wave of feelings sweeping over me, I scream as the dam breaks inside of me, and I shatter, making a mess of my tights. Massaging, circling, and lightly pinching my clit, Preacher prolongs the toe-curling completion. Throat hoarse, I shiver as he slows his pace and lightens his touch, teasing me. The caresses don’t allow me to come down, but they aren’t enough.
“Edmund,” I whine.
“That’s my government name,” he teases.
“Touch me.”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing?”
“No.” He stops, and I grunt. “Don’t stop. I need more.”
“Hmm. Words are a beautiful thing, Flower. Why don’t you use them?”
In a fog, I struggle to piece my words together. “I want to feel you on my skin.”
“Thought you’d never ask.” He rips the shirt over my head, and I lift my arms to help him. Rough hands skate over my skin, teasing me as he strips me bare.
“Beautiful.”
“You’re overdressed,” I rasp.
His lips quirk up. “So I am. Best fix that, eh?” His accent is thicker, and his voice is decadent, dark chocolate.
I bite my bottom lip as he moves away from me and stands to strip down. Forty-five never looked so good. Edmund is my wet dream come to life from his washboard abs to his firm pecs and muscular forearms, and tonight I plan to dine until I get my fill. After unbuckling his belt, he pops the button on his jeans and pulls down the zipper. Shoving the denim down along with his black boxer briefs, he frees his thick cock. Slapping against his belly, the angry red head yields drops of pearly liquid. I slide to the ground the second he steps out of his pants and boxers and capture his thick shaft in my hand.
“Careful with that. You cock it, and it’s going to go off.”
“Good.” Dipping my tongue into his slit, I gather the milky drops on my tongue, savoring the ocean salt and masculine musk flavor. Circling the mushroom, I stroke my hand down, slowly giving him a taste of his own medicine. I tighten my grip and explore him, running my tongue down the prominent vein that runs up the left side of his dick.
He twitches, and I smile before I suck his head into my mouth.
“Such a pretty, little mouth, stretched wide by my cock.”
His words have my slick pussy weeping.
“Take it deep.”
I swallow him until he hits the back of my throat, and I gag.
“I like you on your knees and gagging for me.” Gathering my hair in his fist, he sets the pace, and I focus on opening my throat to take all nine inches of his monstrous dick.
Flattening my tongue, I hollow my cheeks.
“I’m going to fuck you right here.” He runs a thumb over my swollen lips, smearing the drool escaping from my stuffed mouth. “Then I’m going to ruin your tight, little cunt for anyone else.”
The possessive growl goes straight to my core.