Page 8 of Preacher's Property

Oh my, he is big.

“You want to join me, or do you prefer to watch?”

My eyes snap up and his are now open and smiling at the fact that he caught me watching him.

I swallow the pool of saliva that had formed in my mouth, struggling to form a clear thought.

“I… um… why are you in my shower?”

“Look at me, Chassie.” His voice is so dark and commanding. And his eyes… They’re almost black. There’s not a single fleck of amber glowing in their depths. It must be the steam from the shower having the effect. “I want you to lower your eyes and watch me.”

My eyes drop on his command, and a gasp leaves my throat. His hand slowly strokes over his shaft. So thick. So long. So deep in color. It’s as perfect as the rest of him.

“Do you see how hard you make me? All day I was thinking about you and that fiery little mouth of yours. Before you walked in, I was about to make you swallow my cum. I had you on your knees, that fine ass resting on your feet and those pretty lipswere wrapped around my dick, eagerly taking me down. And I was going to make you swallow every drop as I fucked the back of your throat.”

I reach for the doorframe as my body trembles. His hand is stroking faster and the veins in his forearm are strained. All of his muscles are tight under the tension.

“Tell me how wet you are.” His voice is a hardened rasp. “Tell me how much that little pussy wants me.”

I can’t even breathe, let alone formulate any words. I feel like I’m in that shower with him, my panties are soaked through. The steam is running through my veins, making every inch of my skin hot.

“Say it, Chassie. Tell me that little pussy is throbbing.”

“Preacher,” I gasp, clinging to the doorframe, the fire ready to claw out of my skin.

“Fuck, baby.”

My vision clears at the sound of his wild groan. His head falls back on his shoulders, and his fist pumps almost violently as the cum shoots from the end. The white seed runs down the drain along with the soapy water. My entire body is pulsing, swirling that same drain as I grow dizzy on my feet.

One final grunt and his eyes open, landing right on me.

“It’s only a matter of time, babe.” The water shuts off and he reaches for the towel, not even bothering to cover himself. It’s still hard. Still standing up. Even bigger and thicker now that it’s not covered in soapy suds. And it’s moving closer.

“You kiss me now, and I’ll drop to my knees and take that ache away.” He stops before me, staring down. “I’ll slide my tongue between those legs and lick up every drop of the mess I caused.”

Oh God.

“What do you say, Chass? Are you going to give into what I know you want, or are you still trying to hold out?”

It’s not a matter of want. It’s a matter of not wanting to be insignificant. I’ll just be another girl he sleeps with. One of the many that have come and gone from his bed.

“It’s my turn to shower.” I cock my chin. “Do you mind?”

His crooked smile is back. “So stubborn.” He shakes his head. “I think it’s only fair I get to stay and watch. After all, you thoroughly enjoyed the show.”

I did. Undeniably. But I won’t be returning the favor.

“Sorry. You’ll only get the pleasure if you win the bet. And it doesn’t look like that’s going to be the case.”

His chuckle rolls over me, hindering my ability to think… and breathe… and stand tall. Flirting with him is quickly becoming my guilty pleasure.

“You’ll learn soon enough that you should never bet against me. I don’t lose, pretty girl.”

His lips brush against my ear before he pulls away and walks out of my bathroom, leaving me completely drenched. He certainly doesn’t play fair.

5

Preacher