Page 89 of Forbidden Harmony

“Maybe,” she said.

He laughed again and made one final push,his pelvis resting against her ass, his cock seated completely inside of her. “Better?”

She moaned in reply. God, she would neverget tired of the way it felt to have Preacher inside of her.

Her hair hung in her face and she was weirdlygrateful when Preacher gathered her hair in one big fist. He tugged and shelifted her head, arching her back when he pressed down just above her ass. Hefucked her slowly at first, long deep strokes that made her entire body shiverwith anticipation.

“Good, baby?” His voice was low and filledwith desire. Her pussy squeezed around him in response, and he groaned, athick guttural sound that skyrocketed her own arousal.

“So good,” she breathed. “I want…”

She trailed off, suddenly feeling shy anduncertain.

Preacher’s hand tightened in her hair and heleaned over and kissed between her shoulder blades. “Tell me what you want.”

“Harder,” she said, her face going red. “Iwant it harder.”

He tugged on her hair until her face waspointed toward him. He kissed her hard on the mouth, their tongues tasting andteasing until she was gasping and grinding her ass against him. He releasedher mouth and licked her bottom lip. “Whatever you want, Sunshine.”

Both hands cupped her hips and she cried outwhen he fucked her with hard, rough strokes. She gripped the sheets, takingevery inch of his cock, enjoying the way he pounded into her, loving the sound ofhis low moans and gasps as he found pleasure in her body. He shifted her slightlyand on the next stroke, the head of his dick brushed across her g-spot.

She froze, her back arched and her headthrown back. “Oh my God!”

He thrust again, his dick pressing against thatbeautiful, wonderful, amazing spot and she cried his name before rocking backto meet each of his strokes. Her nerve endings on fire, she buried her faceinto her pillow and screamed when she climaxed with a jolting, sizzling burstof pure pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, infusing every molecule of herbody with molten hot bliss.

She heard Preacher’s hoarse shout, took theforce of his final thrust that nearly flattened her onto the bed, felt the hotwarmth flooding her pussy when he spilled his seed into her. Her legs too weakto hold her weight, she collapsed on her face. Preacher pulled out and his heavyweight landed beside her on the bed. She could hear him panting harshly. Itmatched the frantic pace of her own breathing.

She was lying too close to him, and she neededto give him his space. She wiggled away and Preacher’s arm clamped around herwaist, pulling her back. He turned her onto her side and – holy crap – spoonedher.

She had no idea why he was cuddling but shewould enjoy it while it lasted. She relaxed against him and caught her breathas he cupped her breast and rested his face in the crook of her neck.

Ten minutes later she was feeling pleasantlysleepy when Preacher lifted his head. “You okay?”

“Hmm,” she said. It was so nice to lie againstPreacher’s hard body, even if the room was starting to be a little stuffy. Shewanted to turn the ceiling fan on but that would mean getting up. She’d muchrather be too warm snuggling with Preacher than move.

Preacher kissed the back of her neck and squeezedher breast before he ran his fingers up and down her arm. Her eyes driftedshut. When Preacher was finished with her, when he started to find her asboring as Harrison did in bed, this right here would be one of her favourite memories.Being cuddled by Preacher was almost as good as being fucked by Preacher.

Almost.

He kissed the back of her shoulder, just aboveher tattoo and she sighed with contentment. She could stay like this forever.Forever and –

“Addison, don’t fall asleep.”

She jerked awake, the sweet little fantasyshe had of waking up in Preacher’s arms destroyed in a heartbeat. Feeling stupid,she pulled away from him and slid across the bed. She sat up and grabbed her robe,belting it securely around her waist.

“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to dothat.”

She stared at the wall as she felt Preacherget out of bed. Forcing a smile on her face, she turned around. “That wasfun. Thank you. Do you, um, want to get together on the weekend for anotherlesson?”

She was proud of herself for making thesuggestion. It was a huge step for her.

“Yeah, sure.” Preacher stood naked by the bed,looking every bit like the tattooed god he was. She really wished he’d getdressed before she did something stupid like try and lure him back into herbed.

“Okay, well…”

God, why wasn’t he getting dressed already?

“You mind if I have a quick shower?” he said.

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