Page 43 of Forbidden Harmony

She moaned again – he didn’t think she evenrealized the sounds she was making – and let her legs drop open.

“That’s my good girl,” he said in a lowvoice.

He stood and leaned over her, rubbing herinner thigh with one big hand as she stared up at him. Her nipples were hard,and he wanted to lean over and suck on her left one until she was making thosesame sweet cries she made two days ago.

Instead he stared down at her pussy again asshe cleared her throat. “Does it, uh, look okay?”

“Your pussy looks perfect.” He wasdeliberately crude, a part of him loving the way it made her blush. She didn’tdisappoint. He watched the red rise from her newly pierced nipple up herthroat to her cheeks.

“I meant can it be pierced,” she whispered.

He smiled at her as his fingers tracedcircles on both her inner thighs. “Let me take a closer look.”

“A closer look?” she squeaked. “What doyou – oh my goodness!”

His hands holding her thighs open, he bentuntil his face was hovering inches from his idea of heaven. He inhaled deeply– fuck, he loved the smell of pussy – as she made another nervous squeak.

“Mr. Preacher, wh-what are you doing?”

He didn’t reply. Instead he thumbed backthe hood of her clit. She cried out, her hips rising a little and he smiled athow swollen and wet her perfect pink clit was. He could feel her thighstrembling and he told himself to walk away. Nothing good could come of this.

Instead, he leaned in and licked her clit witha wide, flat stroke of his tongue.

Her reaction was off the charts. She madea hoarse cry of pleasure and her entire body jerked like a live wire. Shewould have fallen off the bed if he hadn’t grabbed her hips.

“Liked that, did you?” He grinned up ather, the smile faltering a little when she stared at him with shock all overher beautiful face.

“Wh-what did you do?” she whispered.

“Jesus, Sunshine, you act like you’ve neverhad a tongue in your pussy before,” he teased.

Her red cheeks flamed even brighter and shelicked her bottom lip before looking away. He muttered a curse under hisbreath and squeezed her thigh. “Look at me.”

She returned her gaze to his and he hatedthe embarrassment he could see in her eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he said.

“Harrison said a proper lady doesn’t likethat type of -”

“Fuck proper,” he growled and buried hisface in her pussy.

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The second stroke of Preacher’s tongue onher clit was even better than the first one. Addison gripped the sides of the tattoobed and tried not to scream with pleasure as he spread her pussy wide with hisrough fingers and licked her clit with hard, short strokes.

When he thrust his tongue into her narrowentrance, she cried out and tried to scramble away. He hooked his arms aroundher thighs and held her immobile before lifting his head to stare at her. Moreembarrassment swept through her. His face was already soaking wet and she staredat him in shame. “I don’t think -”

“Stop thinking,” he rasped before burying hisface in her pussy again. He pressed his chest against the bed and tossed herlegs over his shoulders. His large hands gripped her ass, preventing her fromwiggling away as he feasted on her pussy.

His tongue was so soft, so wet and, oh mygoodness, every touch against her clit made her want to jump out of her ownskin. Pleasure and tension coiled together in her belly as her orgasm hoveredjust beyond her reach. She needed more and she had the feeling he wasdeliberately holding back. Teasing her until she couldn’t think straight.

She could hear someone begging shamelesslyand was shocked to realize the pleading and begging was coming from her. Shetried to take back her self-control but when Preacher pushed one thick fingerinto her opening, she screamed and resumed her babbling, incoherent begging.

“Shh, Sunshine.” His voice was muffled.“I know you need to come.”

“Please, oh please, Simon,” she moaned.

He stiffened and stared up at her. “Whatdid you say?”

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