Page 141 of Forbidden Harmony

She moaned her displeasure when he stoppedrubbing her clit, her nails digging into his forearm. “Simon, please touch me.”

“Why couldn’t you fuck him?” He tugged on hercurls teasingly, his fingers grazing her wet pussy lips but not going where sheneeded them.

Her clit aching, her entire body on fire withneed, she said, “Because he wasn’t you. I don’t want to fuck anyone but you,Simon.”

“That’s my good girl.” The smug satisfactionin his voice was drowned out by her scream of pleasure when he rubbed her clitand she climaxed hard against his fingers. Her body shook and she grasped atPreacher’s arm like a woman drowning as pleasure drenched her body.

His fingers tightened around the pearls andhe clamped his other arm around her waist as he fucked her with hard, deepthrusts that sent fresh new flutters of pleasure shuddering down her body.

She cried out when the head of his cock pressedagainst her g-spot and tried to squirm away from the intense pleasure. It wastoo much, too soon, after her orgasm.

Preacher growled and pulled on the pearlsuntil her head was forced back. His free hand held her hip in a tight grip andhe fucked her with rough and almost punishing strokes. The pleasure was buildinginside of her again and she squirmed and writhed in his tight grip, unable toget away, the pressure against her throat and hip a sensual turn on she never thoughtpossible.

He drove deep and she screamed his namelike a prayer, her entire body tensing as her second orgasm roared through her.She shook and quivered against him as the pleasure went on and on. When itfinally dimmed, she sagged forward like a boneless kitten. Preacher slid hisarm around her waist and kissed the middle of her back before lowering her tothe bed. She collapsed on her side, breathing harshly as her legs twitched andjerked.

Preacher rubbed her hip and her thigh,pressing kisses against her upper shoulders and the nape of her neck. Henuzzled the pearls around her neck before kissing her throat. “You okay?”

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I’ve never comethat hard in my life.”

He kissed her throat again before spooningher. “Good.”

She relaxed against him, closing her eyesand letting him soothe her trembling body with long gentle strokes of his hand.“I feel so good. Thank you, Simon.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

After a few minutes, she became aware oftwo things… Simon’s fingers tugging on her nipple and the hard length of hiscock between her ass cheeks. She opened her eyes and craned her head to stareat him. “Simon, you didn’t…”

“Not yet.” He pressed a kiss against her mouth.

“Why not? I came twice. It’s your turn tocome.”

His grin turned wicked. “You’re going to comeagain for me.”

“I don’t think I can come again,” shesaid. “Those last two were… intense.”

He flipped her onto her back and kissed thetip of her nipple. “Trust me, Sunshine. Before this night is over, you’regoing to lose track of how many times you come.”

* * *

“Sit up, Sunshine.”

“No.”

Preacher laughed. She groaned when he openedthe blinds and bright sunlight speared its way into the room.

Preacher set a cup of tea on the nightstandbeside her before sliding into his side of the bed, tucking a pillow behind hisback, and leaning against the wall. Grumbling, she sat up and then winced andgrabbed at her thighs.

“It took me ten minutes to walk to thebathroom earlier,” she said. “My thighs hurt so freaking bad.”

Her voice was raspy, and Preacher grinnedat her. “Drink some tea, it’ll help your throat.”

She tucked the sheet and quilt around hernaked body before sipping at the tea. She rubbed at her thighs through thequilt. “What time is it?”

“Almost eleven.” He pushed some pillows behindher, and she leaned back, smiling a little when Preacher rested his hand on herthigh while he scrolled through Facebook on his phone.

She was tired, God, was she tired, and herthroat was sore, and her thighs hurt and…

Your pussy hurts.

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