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Authors: Jasinda Wilder

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He tugged on the panties, and I lifted my hips to let him draw them off. His eyes widened when he saw my shaved pussy, wet with the juices of my desire. His fingers found my cleft and touched the line of my labia, then my clit. I gasped when his index finger touched my clit.

"Yes, yes, just like that. Put your fingers in my pussy." I put my hands on his and pushed his fingers inside, helped him circle my wet, sensitive nub.

"You like it when I touch you like this?" he said.

"I like it as much as you like it when I touch your cock."

He suckled my tits and stroked my clit, bringing me up and up and up into a frenzy, moaning and gasping, bucking my hips as he fondled me. He followed my guiding, building me up and then slowing down, moving his finger in to find my G-spot and he rubbed it with a long finger, drawing a whimper from me. So close, I was so close, yes, and then I was there, fire blooming in my pussy and spreading to my belly and sending ecstasy through me in a crescendo of waves.

I curled around him, clutched him, kissed him, tasting the musk of his come in my mouth still, tasting his salt on my lips, reveling in the hard planes and contours of his body. I shuddered against him, roaming his stomach and hips and ass with my hands, raking him with my fingers as aftershocks rumbled through me.

"Oh...Tre..." I breathed, "that was so wonderful, thank you."

He kissed me, caressed me everywhere his hands could reach. "No, no, Shea. Thank you...I never knew there could be feelings like that." He nipped my neck, tasting me, then pulled back and looked down at me. "Shea? What did it taste like? You really didn't mind putting my cock in your mouth?"

I smiled against him. "No, Tre. I liked it. I promise you I'm telling the truth. I liked being able to do that to you, showing you how good it could feel." I slipped my hand down his stomach to the hard V where his hips met his groin, felt him suck his belly in as I took his flaccid cock in my hands, rolling it, fondling the head in my fingers, rubbing him with my thumb and stroking him. Almost immediately I felt him grow hard, and I continued my ministrations, eager now to feel him inside me, to feel him fill me.

Oh Lord, I knew he would fill me so full, stretch me to accommodate him.

I pinched his nipples, kissed them, nipped them with my teeth, cupped his sac with my hand, massaged his taint with my fingers and toyed with his now-rigid cock, until he was moist and throbbing in my hands.

He was ready, then, and I slid astride him, placing my palms on his chest and gazing down at him.

"Are you ready?" I asked him.

He nodded, took my hips in his hands and pulled me towards him, eager, still a little nervous. I leaned forward over him, crushing my breasts against him and lifting my hips up. I guided him toward my folds, wetter than ever with anticipation and desire. His eyes were hooded and burning, and his breath was coming in long, deep gasps.

"Wait, Shea. Wait."

"What? You don't want to?" I started to move off him, not wanting to pressure him. "That's okay, we can wait—"

"No, I do want to. Just..."He touched my belly with a finger. "What if—what if you get pregnant?"

I kissed him, impressed by his consideration. "Tre, it's wonderful that you thought of that before we did it. Please don't ask any questions right now, but I can't have babies. I can't get pregnant. I'm healthy and fine and everything, I just can't conceive, okay? You don't need to worry. And I'm also clean...meaning I don't have any diseases you could catch."

Tre seemed shocked by that last consideration, then he shrugged and tugged at my hips. "Okay, then. If you're sure it's okay."

"It's more than okay," I said. "I can't wait any longer. I want you inside me, Tre."

I kissed him, flicking my tongue against his, guided him inside me, slow, so slow. He was big, bigger than I even realized, as I slid him into my pussy, inch by inch by inch, gasping, panting, quivering my mouth against his, until he was buried into me to the hilt, hips grinding against hips. Tre was breathing hard already, fluttering his pelvis against mine, wanting to thrust.

"Slow, Tre...slow..."

I rocked my hips up, pulling him out so only his head was inside, and then lowered down again, impaling myself on him again, loving every slip of skin against skin.

"Oh, god, Tre," I breathed into his ear, "You feel so good inside me. You're so big...you fill me...oh god, yes, don't stop....just like that..."

Tre fell into the rhythm I was setting, long, slow strokes, his hands rubbing my back, my ass, my neck, brushing aside my hair to kiss my lips and my neck and my clavicle. I wanted to thrust down on him, hard and fast, but I held back, savoring every moment. His hands were strong and gentle, and his motions rhythmic and confident, more sure with every passing second, especially as I began to moan in pleasure.

I was never vocal, before him, but then I'd never felt anything like him, never been so filled, so satisfied by a man. I let myself go, after a while, let the rocking speed up, let my wet pussy slap against his balls again and again and again, collapsing against his chest and just pumping my hips, crying out against his lips.

Then his orgasm began to rise and his voice joined mine, raised in ecstasy to fill the room with our merged cries of pleasure. Something told me he was holding back, though, something in the way he was carefully matching my rhythm, even as I could tell he was near coming.

"Don't hold back." I told him, meeting his eyes. "Please, don't hold back. I want it hard, now. Fast. Fuck me hard."

He actually gasped when I swore, and I laughed, not mocking him, but amused.

"Say that. Say it for me."

He let himself go, burying his face in my neck, putting his hands on my hips and pulling me down onto him as he railed into me, hard, hard, hard, furious now, no rhythm or restraint. It drove me even wilder.

"I love fucking you, Shea," he said, his voice a guttural rasp against my throat. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

"Never, never. Come with me, Tre," I said. "I'm so close, now, so close."

"I am too, I'm about to explode."

"Tell me you're gonna come inside me. Tell me you're gonna come deep inside my pussy."

My words had the desired effect, driving him to a frenzy, grunting and heaving his breath against me, which only made me crazier as well, full of him, feeling his cock thrum against my cervix, pounding me, driving me into abandon.

Then he shuddered, paused, thrust hard into me, once—pause, gasping groan—twice, three times—"I'm coming, Shea...I'm...I'm coming deep inside your pussy."

I couldn't speak then, driven to orgasm now myself, explosion after explosion rocking through me as he continued to drive into me, still coming, a flood of hot seed against my inner walls and even when his load was spent he kept plunging hard into me, wild thrusts split by a pause and his hands on my hips jerking me down onto him. I was sobbing into his pectoral, clawing his shoulders, fluttering my pussy around his relaxing cock, softening and still pulsing inside me.

"Oh, God..." I whispered. "You are so good...so perfect inside me. That was amazing....so incredible."

Tre only panted, his hands supporting my limp weight on his body. "Am I...did I die and go to heaven?"

I laughed, long and open. "Yes, you did. I'm your personal sex-angel. I'm here to see that you feel that kind of pleasure forever."

"Oh, good." He was breathing normally, now, and I slipped him out of me and laid next to him. "Can we do that again? Soon?"

I nodded. "We can do that all the time. But there's so much else, so many other ways."

"Other ways?" His confused awe made me giggle again.

"Oh Lord, Tre. Yes, there's a million ways. You can be on top, or we can be on our sides, or I can put my legs over your shoulders, or standing up, or in the car..."

I played idly with his limp cock, amazed at how much it grew from this flaccid state into the glorious, perfect specimen of male anatomy it was when fully hard. I was lying partially on my side, and I rolled on to my belly next to him. I took his hand and moved it down to my ass, left it there and pushed my hips up.

"You can even put it in there, you know. You can touch me there, too. Just be slow and gentle. Dip your fingers in my pussy and get them wet, first."

He hesitated. "In your butt?"

"Yes, in my asshole. I won't let you hurt me. It will feel good."

He hesitated still, and I took his hand, dipped his fingers into my come-dripping folds and led them to my back door, pushed his index finger in, slowly, gently, carefully. Slowly, slowly, I guided him, moving his finger in and out, gasping into the pillow, watching him from the corner of my eyes, loving the marvel in his expression.

"You like it?" he asked.

"Yes...just like that..." I said. I took his dick in my hand, pumped him, fondled him.

I just couldn't get enough, couldn't be satisfier. After so long of nothing, just boredom and ridicule, Tre's sweet, ardent passion was exactly what I wanted.

All on his own, Tre leaned over me and slid his other hand between my legs, underneath his slowly-sliding finger and touched my pussy again.

"Higher," I told him. "Touch my clit, near the top. Yeah, right there." He found the spot, circled it, massing my clit gently in circles.

He moved his hands at the same slow pace, matching their rhythm, increasing it when I started to pant and rock my hips again. He was growing hard yet again, and oh my sweet Lord the man was a machine, ready again so soon, and then I came, more convulsive explosions one after another, tightening my anus around his finger.

I pushed his hand away from my ass and rolled to my back. "Take me again, Tre, I want it so bad."

I pulled him on top of me, spread my legs and wrapped them high around his back, lifting my head up to watch him carefully slide his cock back inside me. He was being so gentle, so careful, so sweet. It made my heart clench and throb, and I had a fleeting fear mixed with equal parts hope that this tryst might become something else, something more.

There were no thoughts, then, just his huge cock inside me for the second time.

"Don't hold back. Take me all you want, take me as hard as you want. Don't be gentle. Just fuck me."

He rocked into me, rubbing my tits, flicking my nipples, then kissing them and sucking my breast into his mouth as he moved inside me. I was still throbbing from my last orgasm, my third, and now with him inside me yet again, I felt it rising up, wetness pooling around him until we were both dripping, sloppy and messy and hot and moving together, my nails raking his back, my hips bucking against his.

He lost control, then, and I loved it. Loved it, so much. He was rocking into me, thrusting wildly, madly, grunting, slapping his balls into me, his fists planted to either side of my head, and then his weight pressed down on me and he was moving just his hips, slowing down, slowing, a pause with him pressed hard hips to hips, gasping, crying out loud against my tits.

"Oh, yes, hard, hard," I encouraged him.

He went hard again, plunging a slow, crashing thrust into me, once, twice, again, and I took over, screaming into his shoulder and my entire body was ripped into shreds of pleasure, an agony of ecstasy.

He collapsed on top of me, and we both passed out.

I woke up to a fist pounding on my door, and a deep voice calling out, "Mrs. Harley!"

Tre jerked awake. "That's my dad!"

THE END OF THE PREACHER'S SON: #1 UNBOUND

For more about Tre and Shea, look for
The Preacher's Son: #2 Unleashed - Jasinda Wilder
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