Chapter 13
Preacher
Seven weeks, three days, and twenty thousand and four hundred seconds.
I’m so close to winning the bet, yet three and a half days feels like a fucking eternity.
I toss and turn, feeling as if my nerves are going to claw out of my skin.
I’m breaking out into a sweat. My pulse rapidly increasing as I think of my girl sleeping in the next room.
Her curvy body tucked under the blankets.
Those little black panties clinging to her folds.
I rise out of bed and storm from the room, stopping right in front of her closed door. I know she’s sound asleep. It’s one o’clock in the morning. I tucked her in hours ago. Kissed her until she came on my fingers, then I watched her drift to sleep before I went and fisted myself nearly raw.
It’s not the same as if I were jerking off with my tongue between her legs.
I miss her taste. Her smell. I miss the way she quivers on my lips as she claws the sheets.
I reach for the handle of her door, turning slowly.
I just need a peek. One scent of that sweet pussy is all I need. She’s sound asleep and will never know.
I tiptoe slowly across the floor, trying to dodge all her landmines on the floor. I don’t want to wake her. I just want to hold my nose against her panties as I stroke myself off.
I lift her down comforter from the bottom of her bed and slowly crawl my way under. Her body rocks as the bed shifts with my weight. I pause as she stirs, turning onto her back, her legs spread. That’s the perfect position. Allows me to put my head right between those thighs.
Damn, she smells good. That spicy sweetness makes my mouth water.
I run my nose along her panties and my cock draws tighter.
One taste and I might spew my spunk. Even in her sleep, she’s wet for me.
I brush against her clit to feel if it’s swollen, and she’s completely engorged.
My little baby needs to be touched. I press my lips down and rub back and forth, fighting back my groan. I’m gonna give her a real good dream.
Her hips start to squirm, making me wonder if she’s awake.
I think she’d be questioning me with that fiery little attitude if she were.
Unable to resist, I suction around her engorged clit and give it a good suck.
Cum spills from the end of my dick, smearing in my pants.
If I wrapped my fist around it, I’d come.
I keep nursing her like I’m sucking on a pacifier, soothing the need that’s been building for nearly two months.
I’m so close to the finish line and I’m cracking.
I’m not supposed to give her oral sex, but everything in me wants to slide my tongue under her panties and lick her clean.
I want to thrust inside her and feel how tight she is. The girl was a dream on my cock.
She lets out a low moan, and I’m not sure whether she’s in a dream state or she’s just letting me bend the rules. I draw on her tighter, wanting to take her over the edge. I want her to scream for me in her sleep.
“Preacher!”
Her gasp has me tensing. If she tries to stop me right now, I’m throwing in the fucking towel. I need her to fucking come. Whether I win the bet or not, the girl is mine. It’s already been determined. I’m so goddamn in love with her, there’s no way I’d ever let her walk away from me.
Her hand is suddenly in my hair and I’m certain she’s going to tug me off.
“I’m right there.” Her grip tightens, holding me to her, and my dick sighs in relief letting more of my spunk fill my drawers.
“Need a real fucking taste, babe.”
I yank her panties to the side and groan when her honey hits my tongue. Damn, she really is swollen. I run my tongue over her, rubbing up and down—getting myself more worked up. She thrusts up to meet my mouth, and I suction down, burying my lips, feeling her start to quiver against me.
“Jordyn! That’s it.”
Just hearing my given name makes my dick crazy. I fuck my hips into the sheets as she gets off. It’s not enough. But I’m so fucking tired of fisting my dick. I need inside her body. That’s it.
I climb out from under the covers and toss them aside.
“Fucking need you, baby.” I tear her panties off.
Her eyes fly open. “No! You can’t. It’s not over. You still have three more days.”
I shake my head, working down my joggers. “Don’t fucking care about the bet. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” Was planning on doing it anyway.
“No. You’re going to ruin everything.” She shifts back, moving away from me.
“What am I ruining?” I’m going to make things between us so much better.
“I want to mean more to you than just sex.”
Is she fucking kidding me? I’ve been following her ass around like a goddamn puppy for the last two months.
I’ve been showing her every day what she means to me.
How can she even think that this is just about sex?
If that was the fucking case, I would’ve fucked her ass by now.
The only reason I managed to hold out for as long as I have is because I want her to be fully healed from her ex.
I want her to be ready to dive fully in with me, with both feet.
I pull my pants up and climb off the bed. I’m obviously not getting laid. Not after she just accused me of that shit.
“If you don’t know what you mean to me by now, then we already are ruined.”
I storm out of her room and go to my room to grab a shirt and my leather cut. I need to go for a ride and calm the fuck down.
When I come back into the hall, she’s blocking my path. I slide past her going to the front door.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
I don’t fucking understand women. Not one fucking bit.