Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
In all the houses.
Ever.
I watched in fascination as her pussy jumped, even empty as it was. She told me once what a strange sensation it was, wanting my cock inside her there but loving the feel of it in her ass.
Of course, my woman didn’t say ass. She said behind. Which was fucking adorable.
And she was going to be my wife.
For some reason, that thought, and catching sight of the ring on her slender finger, sent me over the edge. I started to come without warning. Not just come. I starting coming like a freight train.
I bellowed as I came. She was coming again, too. I saw stars as I nearly blacked out, my cock buried inside her as deep as it could go. My balls were working overtime, making more and more of that baby batter.
“Fuck!”
“Preacher . . . oh, God, Preacher!”
Her cries were getting higher and higher as I fucked her into another orgasm, this time using one hand to tug on her nipple and the other to pull on her clit. I had lost all finesse. I was just an animal, fucking and coming and grunting.
It was almost ten minutes before our bodies stopped shaking.
I pressed a quick kiss to her sweaty face and rolled to my feet.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to wash my dick before round two.”
“Round two?” she squeaked, sounding like a little mouse. That had woken her up. “Already?”
“Oh, it’s going to be a long night, sweetheart.”
“It’s not even night yet!”
“Woman, you are going to be well fucked for the rest of your life. That much I can promise you.”
I headed to the bathroom, happy that I’d managed to shock my bride-to-be. I still had a few tricks up my sleeve to show her. But not until I had taken her the good, old-fashioned way at least twice.
And then I was hitting that ass again.
Marriage was going to be amazing. I’d known it from the moment I held her in my arms. But there was something about knowing that I could do this all night, every night from now on that made my blood run extra hot.
I might have started the day worried about losing my woman. Now, I knew I would get to fuck her as much as humanly possible for the rest of my life. With her consent, of course.
Luckily for me, I knew how to get my lady’s engine going. Bikes and women were two things I knew how to manage. I was going to have a grand old time toying with the finely tuned machine that was my woman’s flawless body. I’d never be bored, lonely, or cold again. All I had to do was take care of her, keep her safe and happy, and play her pussy like a fiddle.
I washed my cock and my face and then went back into the living room to do just that.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Cynthia
“I never expected to be here for this long. I never expected to find people who touched my heart and inspired me so much. And I definitely did not expect to meet the love of my life.”
Preacher’s voice rang out strong and true without sounding . . . well, preachy.
“Thank you all for welcoming me when I first came to your community. Thank you for coming to celebrate our very, very short engagement. And thank you, Aunt Julia, for whatever these insanely delicious little things are,” he said before popping a stuffed cherry tomato into his mouth.
Everyone cheered and clapped as Preacher dragged me to my feet and squeezed me into his side. I didn’t mind being manhandled by him. He was so strong, so much bigger than me, but he was always very gentle.
“I have a surprise,” he murmured so only I could hear.
“Another one?” I joked. But he shook his head. He was serious.
“I was going to tell you in private, but I think everyone could use the good news.”
“What is it?”
He smiled at me and gave me a quick, hard kiss before whispering in my ear.
“It’s Paul.”
“Tell me,” I said before answering the question in his beautiful blue eyes. “Tell everyone.”
“I have other news to share. Our friend, my brother and your pastor, has received an experimental treatment and is starting to show some promising signs of recovery. It will be a long journey for him, and he may never reach full remission, but God willing, it looks like he will be around for years to come.” The crowd cheered and quieted. “Just not here. He has to stay close to the treatment center for the foreseeable future. But he loves you all and will visit as soon as he is able.”
Everyone whooped and hollered, overjoyed. Everyone except me. I punched his shoulder.
“How long have you known?”
“I found out this morning,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. “But feel free to rough me up anytime you like.”