She gasped his name, moaning as he touched her breasts. They were nice, plump, and so fucking sexy. He wanted to fuck her really hard, but he held himself back. His dick was ready to explode.

It hadn’t seen any action but his fist in some time, and he ignored the building need now.

He lifted her shirt up over her head and then knelt on the floor, pressing a kiss to her stomach and her scar from the glass. His own body had many scars and marks from his time in the club and even before it. They all told a story, and Robin’s was just as precious to him.

Unbuttoning her jeans, he slid them down her thighs.

She wore black lace underwear that made her pale skin really stand out.

Stroking the tips of his fingers up her thighs, he took her panties down, and she stepped out of them. Staring up her body, he kissed each knee, each thigh, her stomach on either side, before getting to her tits. He flicked the catch at the front of her bra, and she was naked.

Her heavy tits filled his hands, and she moaned.

When she went to cover herself, he captured her hands, putting them around his shoulders.

“Don’t ever hide from me, Robin. Not if you want me to spank your ass. You’ve come to me. You play by my rules, understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kissed her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you. You’re not naked.”

“I will be.” He moved her toward the end of his bed, sitting her down. “Remember, no hiding.” He put her hands on the edge of the bed. “Don’t move.”

He stepped back, releasing his jeans. He didn’t bother with boxer briefs either. The jeans were years old and comfortable, the denim well-worn.

Kicking them to one side, his cock sprang out, and he watched her reaction. There was no way for her to hide her appreciation, and he didn’t want her to.

Wrapping his fingers around his length, he worked it up and down, but again, he wasn’t in a rush. He wasn’t some prepubescent boy with his first woman. He was a full-grown man, and besides, the last time he was with Robin, vague though it was, wasn’t worthy of a woman’s first time.

He was going to make her scream, moan, beg.

Being a large man, if he tried to fuck her before she was ready, it would hurt. Milly had admitted to him she’d put some lubrication on Robin’s pussy so she’d be slick and it would fool him when he fucked her to believe it was a woman who wanted him.

He’d hurt the woman even more because of that.

Now though, there was no lube, and Preacher wanted her to be dripping wet.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes.”