“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me or I’ll stopfucking you.”
He wouldn’t.
He couldn’t.
When his thrusts slowed, she folded fasterthan a cardboard house. “Because I was horny. I was horny, and I needed somethingto help.”
She closed her eyes, shame eclipsing herlust.
“Look at me, Addie.”
“I don’t want to,” she whispered.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, staring up into hisdark ones as he thrust harder. “You call me the next time you’re horny. Youdon’t need to use a piece of plastic if you need your pretty little pussyfilled. Got it?”
“I don’t have your number,” she moaned. “Oh,I think… I think I might come this way.”
She sounded surprised but honestly, she kindof was. An internal orgasm was incredibly rare for her. Like, only happened oncebefore, kind of occurrence.
“That’s the idea,” he groaned. “You comingon my cock needs to happen every time. The way you fucking squeeze…”
He trailed off and made four hard thruststhat had her crying out with pleasure.
“What will you do, Sunshine, when you need yourtight pussy filled?” he groaned out.
“Call you,” she moaned. “I’ll call you.”
“That’s right. It doesn’t matter what timeit is. You call me and I’ll come over and give you my cock.”
She cried out, clinging to him with her legsand her arms when his thrusts turned hard and rough. The pleasure peakedinside of her, peaked and then spilled over and she cried his name as her orgasmmade her quiver and tighten around him.
He groaned with his own pleasure, his hipspumping and straining as he emptied himself into her. He collapsed against herwith a soft grunt and she rubbed his back, enjoying his heavy weight on top ofher. Too quickly, he rolled off of her and onto his back.
She wanted to snuggle up to him but madeherself stay on her own side. She stared at the ceiling, waiting for her heartbeatto return to normal and her breathing to slow. Preacher didn’t cuddle, thatwas obvious from his reaction to her attempts to snuggle at his apartment.
It didn’t bother her. This was just sexand nothing else. There was no reason to cuddle and besides, Harrison hadnever enjoyed cuddling either. Her clinginess after sex was annoying to himand she’d learned quickly to give him his space in the bed if she didn’t wanthim leaving immediately after they made love.
Preacher was no different and that was finewith her. But if Harper and Gracie and Kira kept telling her anything, it wasthat she deserved to get what she wanted too. So, when she actually went lookingfor a boyfriend, she would make sure they liked to cuddle after sex. Some guyshad to like cuddling, right? She made a mental note to ask Harper if Franciscoliked cuddling after sex.
She sat up when Preacher did, pulling thesheet up to hide her nakedness and hugging her knees to her chest as shewatched Preacher pull his boxer briefs and jeans on.
“I gotta go,” he said.
“Okay, bye.” She thought she soundednormal and cool about it. No big deal. Just a round of casual sex. Lesson numberthree complete.
What exactly did you learn, Addison?
Preacher glanced at her with what looked likeirritation in his eyes before he pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed hisvest from the floor. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “What’s your number?”
She recited her number, a little surprised thathe wanted it. Wasn’t she supposed to get his number and call him?
“Um, what’s yours?” she said as she grabbedher phone from the nightstand.
“Just sent you a text.” He shoved hisphone into his back pocket. “See you later.”
“Bye, Preacher.”