The Anti-Hero (The Goode Brothers, #1)(103)
His hand grips the back of my head at the scalp as he drags my face closer to his crotch. “Take it out then, slut. If you want it so bad.”
My fingers eagerly tear open his belt and pull down his zipper. My mouth practically waters at the sight of his throbbing cock, hard and ready for me. Thick veins travel along the length and a bead of precum waits for me at the tip.
I don’t ask for permission before I lap at the slit, tasting his arousal on my tongue. With a hum, I smile up at him as he pulls my face back toward his cock.
“Open,” he commands, and I do. Parting my lips and letting my tongue hang out of my mouth, I wait for him to glide the shaft along the surface. It’s heavy in my mouth as he bides his time, easing it in and out. I hold out for as long as I can, my eyes starting to water every time he grazes the back of my throat. Finally, on a rougher plunge, I gag and cough, letting out a choking sound as he does it again and again.
My hand grips his thigh the way he wants me to, knowing that if it becomes too much, I can just give him a tight squeeze and he’ll stop.
“Look at how much you love my cock down your throat, Peaches. I think you love it so much I should just come right here.”
Unable to speak, I try to make some semblance of a hum that sounds like no. He’s teasing me. He must be because if he comes down my throat right now and deprives me of what I really want, I’ll be disappointed.
Thankfully, he pulls himself free of my mouth just as I feel the head of his cock swell and tighten, but he stops himself before he blows.
“Get on the bed, Peaches,” he barks in a rough command, clearly struggling with the close call. I scamper up on the bed.
Crawling halfway to the head of the bed, I’m stopped by a rough arm sliding under my hips and dragging me back. I let out a squeal and a whimper, my fingers clutching the sheets, just as I feel his cock at my core, pressing into the already wet heat.
After easing his way in to ensure he doesn’t hurt me, he pounds himself home. A satisfied and desperate moan escapes my lips at the familiar fullness he provides.
“If you want this cock so much, why are you trying to crawl away from me, Peaches?”
No sooner are his words out than his hand lands with a resounding smack across my ass cheek. I let out a shriek.
“Not trying to crawl away now, are you?” he asks in a sexy, dark tone. God, I love him like this.
My dirty, beautiful, sexy freak of a preacher boyfriend.
The sweeter he is in the daytime, the dirtier he is when the lights go out, and I can’t get enough. I am the only one who gets to see this side of him.
Okay, me and two million FanVids subscribers. But the point is that it’s all still for me.
He smacks my ass even harder on the other side, pounding hard as my mind starts to muddle, distracted by the pleasure.
Whatever spot he hits when he fucks me like this is almost literally blinding. It’s pleasure and pain, and I want so much more of that hurt. Every time he fucks me like this, I feel like I might explode with sensations.
His hand reaches down to find my throat, wrapping his fingers around it as he hoists my head backward. With my ass in the air, he has me in the perfect position to gain leverage and slam into me even harder.
I feel like I’m dying the most heavenly death. Then when I don’t think I can take another second, everything inside me explodes. I let out a scream as my body seizes and my limbs
tremble. I want this sensation to last forever—pulsing, pulsing, pulsing.
And he relentlessly shoves himself inside me throughout the whole thing. As my body starts to recover, he continues his thrusts. That hand around my throat pulls me upright, so he can wrap his arms around my torso. Forcing my face to turn toward him, he kisses me like he’s bringing me back to life.
“Your cunt is so wet for me, Peaches. I could fuck you all night. You’ve got another one in there for me, don’t you?”
The red light of the camera blinks in my periphery. “I think I do,” I reply with a wasted smile.
“I bet you do.” Still moving slowly inside me, he gives me a quick kiss on my cheek and whispers, “I love you.”
I laugh as I turn back toward him. “I love you too.”
Our eyes meet for a moment, and it’s so powerful. Two souls connecting through one look, and it’s how I know this love is real and he is my forever. I can look into his eyes and never want to look away.
After a quick wink, he shoves my head back down toward the mattress and grabs hold of my hips, pounding harder, and I think for a moment, he might actually want to fuck all night long. With a smile, I realize I wouldn’t mind that so much.
And in the corner of the room is a camera, catching every single moment.
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Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I need to thank my readers and everyone who has ever taken a chance on one of my books. I’m so blessed and honored to have my stories resonate with someone else. It’s what keeps me going in this crazy job of mine, so thank you. Seriously.
Okay, now here is my favorite thing to write—the list of people who dedicate time and energy to my books. It’s a list overflowing with talent and love. Everytime I sit down to work on this list, I feel like the luckiest writer in the world.
My beta readers—the people blessed and cursed to put their eyeballs on my writing first. You guys must like it really rough. Adrian, Jill, Becca, Amanda, and Janine. Thanks for the input, the beatings, the emojis, and the encouragement.