Page 25 of Preacher's Daughter


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Laying me down, he peels off his shirt and I can see every fiber of muscle in his entire body as he looks me over intently, almost looking as though he needs to decide just where to start pleasuring me first.

I make it easy for him, shimmying my track pants down and using both hands, I show him as I hold myself open for him, making him growl deeply as the bed takes his weight.

“I want you here,” I whimper. “This is yours, and I want you to come get it,” I hear myself whisper, shuddering already under my own touch and starting to jerk and twitch as his hands get closer to me, as his whole body, that huge cock hovers over me.

I know what Noah can do with his hands, with his mouth. But right now, at this moment, all I want is him inside me.

I know it’s what we both need more than anything, and holding myself up with my arms around his huge neck, he eases himself between my open legs, gently running one hand up my thigh as the other holds him up.

My hands run down his arms, feeling their power as his muscles strain without any real effort as he positions himself, making sure he doesn’t put all of his weight on me.

But that’s exactly what I want, I want him on top of me, inside me, and all over me.

I tell him as much in between gasps, my legs struggling to stay open for him as my reflex is to rub them together, I buck my hips up in a frenzy, brushing his cock against my swollen mound, and ultimately, I beg him to take me.

“Please, Noah… Make me yours,” I whisper hoarsely, whimpering louder and then moaning as I feel his whole body on me, his thick heat pushing inside me and making me claw my nails into his back.

He growls with pleasure and tells me to tell him again. “Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmurs, his own breathing matching mine now.

“I need you, Noah… in here… I’m yours,” I gasp, feeling his smooth, swollen head make its way inside me, the sounds I’m making getting higher and higher.

Louder and louder, which seems to make him even harder, even thicker with each inch he eases inside me.Chapter FourteenNoahShe’s so tight. So fucking perfect I can’t believe it.

I wanted to make this special, maybe a bath and dinner first, something really romantic, but there’s time for all that.

Right now, I know we both just need each other, in a way that goes way past what we had back at her old man’s place.

I need to claim her as my own now, to take this girl and make her my woman.

Looking into her eyes as I slowly enter her, I know as well as she does that she’s going to be the mother of my children. The seed I carry, having waited for this moment to give to her, all that waiting and holding back makes perfect sense now.

Like waiting my whole life to have her come to me, I’ve waited a few days to make it just right for her first time.

Like her, everything is just perfect, like destiny.

Fate.

Faith. Like mine that’s been renewed.

And now I’ll have it along with her, now and always.

Just when I feel she may be too tight, that I might hurt her, something gives, and a warmth pulses over my hardness, making her wince a little and then gasp.

We both start gasping for more as that coy smile dances on her lips again, her hips starting to twist and rotate onto me as I go deeper, feeling myself get so hard I feel like steel inside her.

I feel my own lips curling with satisfaction, growling to her that she’ll be mine once I make her come all over my fat dick deep inside her.

Her head nods in agreement and she licks her lips, eagerly starting to work herself on me with the new rhythm we both discover once I’ve filled her completely.

It’s the most natural feeling to be inside her, and although it’s her first time she’s taking to it like a duck to water.

She starts to buck hard and I thrust harder, I grip those childbearing hips and her nails claw my back like a wild animal.

It’s untamed, passionate and the closest I’ve ever felt to anyone else my whole life.

Wanting her the past two days, needing her so bad. It’s a feeling I know we both share and judging by the sounds we’re both making, something I know we need to repeat often.

Maybe I should’ve booked the suite for a week.

Without skipping a beat I manage to peel off her shirt, my balls rising up and a low sound coming from me once I see her perfect chest heaving in time with each movement of her perfect body underneath me.

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