There was no hesitation from her. She didn’t doubt him, and he fucking loved the trust she gave him. He kissed her hard, and she moved back until she was lying down, spread open, waiting for him.

Trailing his lips down her body, he got to her tits, each one with a nice hard peak. Flicking his tongue over each hardened bud, he heard her moan, and smiled as he took his time.

There was no need to rush. Sliding between the valley of her tits, he went to her other one, biting down, not too hard, but enough to make her moan his name.

The sound echoed off the walls, sweet precious music. He devoted a great deal of time to her breasts. They were beautiful, and were meant to know the love of a man’s mouth. He pressed them together, his tongue flicking back and forth, and he heard her moan.

She wrapped her legs around him, but he stayed just out of reach so she didn’t try to rub her pussy against his dick.

Kissing down her body, he palmed her breasts, teasing the nipples, twisting them but not enough to cause pain. She wriggled against him, and when he got to her pussy, she suddenly stopped moving.

He hadn’t even touched her yet. Just poised above her. Waiting.

“Do you know what I’m about to do?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had it done?”

“No.”

His son had a lot to answer for, unless Robin really didn’t want Bishop in the first place. He didn’t want his son becoming a rapist. It wasn’t all bad. If she’d been with Bishop, then, it would have taken away all the excitement of him being the first man between these pretty thighs, and he liked that. Preacher liked being her first, her only.

If he had his way, she wouldn’t be with another man.

Why does she have to be? There’s no reason to let her go.

She’s all yours.

She came to you.

She wants you.

He touched the lips of her pussy, and spread them open, staring at her clit. She was wet, swollen, and smelled amazing.

He’d eaten pussy, but never enjoyed it.

As he slid the tip of his tongue across her slit, she cried out, and hearing that sound, now that was a reason to keep on touching and tasting.

Up and down and around her clit, he stroked her, the lightest of touches. He wanted to build her up, not rush or push her, just a gradual release.

Moving down to her entrance, he circled her before teasing the opening with his tongue.

He pushed forward, and she whimpered for more. In and out, he fucked her with his tongue before sliding up, sucking on her clit, and back down again.

“Please, Preacher,” she said.