Preachers Daughter Chapter 13 and Preacher Sucks
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She’d been fantasizing about this night for weeks, playing out different scenarios most nights as she touched herself, bringing her body to climax again and again while dreaming it was him there with her.
Bree turned, watching her reflection in the mirror. She gave herself a little nod, admiring her young, small, curvy frame. The deep purple satin dress slid smoothly over her perky, full breasts and accentuated her small waist while hugging her wide hips and full round ass. She’d chosen this dress just for him.
Her thick auburn hair fell in loose waves around her pale face and down her back, the ends just brushing the top of her round bottom. Though she only stood about five feet tall she opted for a small heel; she enjoyed feeling petite, especially around him. She gave herself one last check in the mirror as her phone buzzed, announcing the arrival of her date downstairs.
As the elevator doors opened into the large lobby of her L.A. apartment building she got her first glimpse of Dorian, the man who had wooed and teased her for weeks now. Her mouth practically watered as she drank in the sight. Even at this distance, he oozed confidence, his six-foot frame standing tall and strong. A lean waist led up to a broad back and strong shoulders, his perfectly tailored suit jacket accentuating every angle.
As if he sensed her stare, he turned and gave her a panty-melting smirk. His short dark hair was smoothed back from his handsome face, the sprinkling of gray at his temples the only sign of his age. A bit of scruff darkened his cheeks and jawline; she imagined for a moment what that rough cheek would feel like kissing up the inside of her thigh... His piercing blue eyes crinkled a bit, a little spark in them as if he knew what she was thinking. They embraced, Dorian giving her a small kiss on the cheek.
“Hello, Bree. Are you going to tell me what made you look at me that way as you were walking over?”
Her cheeks reddened as she gazed up at him through her long, dark lashes.
He gave a little laugh as he said, “Maybe you’ll be a good girl and tell me later, when we’re alone.”
A shiver ran through her body, thinking of what may come later, as she followed him out to his car and climbed in. They chatted about their day as Dorian drove down the freeway on their way to his home on the city’s edge. She watched him as he spoke... admiring his soft full mouth and strong jawline. While his long fingers rested on her knee, making slow teasing circles, she thought back on the last couple weeks spent with him and felt like a very, very lucky girl.
They had finally arrived at Dorian’s home; as he helped her from the car he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing against her back and soft, round ass. He lazily ran his hands up over her flat tummy and firm breasts, her nipples pushing against the thin fabric of her dress as they hardened. He nipped gently at the side of her neck, making her pussy clench as a shiver ran through her body.
“You look so fucking sexy in this dress, baby... but I can’t wait to rip it off you later.”
Dorian growled in her ear, rubbing his hardening cock against her ass. He held her there a few more moments, exploring her body over her dress, little sighs escaping her full lips. Then, taking her hand to lead her inside, he settled her on the couch, his eyes devouring every inch of her.
“Drink?” Dorian asked, still unable to take his eyes off her.
“Yes, please, I’m not picky.”
Bree smiled and watched him deftly pour two drinks, handing one to her. She took a sip, the liquor burning her throat before the warmth pooled low in her belly. He came to sit by her and she gulped the rest of her drink, needing some liquid courage before climbing onto his lap. Placing her hands on his chest, she hoped he’d accept her bold show of affection.
Setting down his drink, Dorian wrapped his strong arms around her, running his hands up her back and through her soft, thick hair. He pulled gently, waiting for her reaction. Her small sigh of approval spurred him on; gripping her harder, he pulled her in for a deep kiss, his tongue tasting her sweet mouth.
Bree could taste the whiskey on his breath as his tongue slid into her mouth, making her moan softly. She slid her hands up his shoulders, her fingers weaving through his thick hair, pulling him closer. She could feel her inner thighs getting slick with her arousal. Squirming in his lap she could feel his hard cock pressing against her through his slacks; she ground against him, needing to feel more of him. Dorian growled, biting her bottom lip before pulling away and quickly flipping her onto her back beneath him.
“I don’t think so, baby, we don’t want to spoil all the fun.”
He straddled her hips, rubbing his hands over her smooth, satin dress, grinning as her nipples hardened through the fabric. Her breathing was deep with desire as she gazed up at him, his fingers teasing the neckline of her dress, her cheeks flushed a lovely pink. She was his to control tonight.
Dorian pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her full breasts and leaned down, planting little kisses across the flushed skin. Taking one hard nipple in his mouth he began gently pinching and pulling the other, drawing little moans from her parted lips. As he lavished her breasts with attention, he rolled his hips against her, teasing her with the feel of his hard, thick cock. He could tell she was growing desperate and he loved it.
Bree moaned, bucking her hips against him as he mercilessly teased her. Her pussy and clit were throbbing, in need of desperate attention. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair again, trying to pull him closer. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he grabbed both her wrists with his free hand and stretched them above her head, holding her in place.
“Please... Dorian, I need you to touch me.”
Bree groaned as she arched her back, pressing her hips up against him for emphasis. To her relief, she felt his hand travel down her leg, grabbing the hem of her dress and tugging it up over her hips. As he reached between her legs he stopped and gazed down at her smooth, naked pussy.
“What a naughty girl,” Dorian said as he slid a finger between her wet folds, making her gasp and grind against him.
He pulled his hand up and sucked the wetness from his finger. Then, delving back between her wet lips, he began teasing her throbbing clit. Dipping his fingers into her hot, wet opening, he began spreading her juices over her swollen lips. He watched her gasp and squirm as her pussy dripped in need, forming a puddle on the sofa beneath her. Still holding her hands above her head, Dorian quickly slid two fingers into her warm, wet pussy. Smirking as she cried out and fought against his hold on her, he pumped his fingers faster, rubbing his thumb over her clit.
Bree was in ecstasy; she couldn’t remember ever feeling this good. She hadn’t expected to feel the thrill as he held her down, doing what he liked with her. She could feel her pussy clamping down as he fingered her relentlessly, making her gasp.
“Dorian, I’m soo close... I need to cum. Please, make me cum.”
She felt him release her hands as he knelt between her legs. Still fingering her pussy, he leaned down and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. A dull roar built in her ears as his tongue swirled around her clit, biting and sucking as his fingers plunged harder and faster into her dripping pussy. As she gazed down at this sexy man pleasuring her, she shattered.
Bree cried out as she felt the heat build, then explode out from her pussy. Heat and pleasure coursed through her veins and ignited every nerve ending before settling back in her core. She lay there, gasping for air, enjoying the afterglow with sweat beading at her temples. Slowly, she sat up and kissed Dorian gently. She could see his hard length straining against his pants, the desire still evident in his blue eyes.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Bree... I NEED to fuck you. But, first, I’m going to get a little surprise I’ve been saving for you. Go make yourself comfortable in the bedroom. I’ll be right back.”
She padded down the hall on weak legs, finding the bedroom near the back of the house. Leaving her breasts exposed, she climbed onto the massive bed. After a few minutes, her nerves started to get the best of her and she hopped down, walking around the room. She saw one of the closet doors was slightly ajar and decided to peek inside. Expecting to see rows of Dorian’s expertly tailored suits, she couldn’t have been more wrong.
Her mind reeled as she took in what she was seeing. The closet looked like a sex toy shop, a kinky one. There were shelves and drawers full of dildos, vibrators, floggers, restraints, and a few things Bree couldn’t put a name to. There was also one small screen amid the shelves with five different views displayed, all of them displaying her body from a different angle in the bedroom. She felt lightheaded as she quickly fixed her dress, feeling exposed and overwhelmed.
So many questions raced through her mind. Had Dorian filmed them before? Why was he filming them? Did he want to use ALL of those things on her? Could she please a man who needed that?
All she knew was she needed time to think, to get out of here. She ran from the room and turned down the hall towards the back door leading to the courtyard and pool. Stepping out into the cool night air, she set out for the back gate. Bree needed to get out of here before Dorian caught up to her; she needed time to think and she couldn’t do that with him around her. Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind, making her yelp, and she struggled to free herself.
“Where are you going, Bree?” Dorian whispered in her ear. “I thought you wanted to play some more. Don’t you want to repay me for the pleasure I’ve given you?”
“I saw the bedroom closet, Dorian. I don’t think I can do this... to be that for you. I need to go home and think, please, let me go.”
She stopped struggling, hoping he’d release her. Instead, his hands slid down her sides as he nuzzled her hair, sending a shiver down her spine. Her body relaxed against him, loving any attention he gave it. One of his hands moved back up her belly to cup one breast as the other slid down over her ass rubbing slow, lazy circles that drew a small sigh from her lips.
SMACK!!
Bree’s sighs turned into a squeal as Dorian smacked her ass hard. At first, the pain shocked her, even angered her, but as he continued fondling her breasts and smoothed his palm over her butt she felt desire pooling in her belly again.
An unexpected vision of her spread over his lap while he spanked her smooth pale ass made her knees weaken as she heard him growl in her ear, “Oh, but baby, I didn’t say you could leave yet. You left without permission, and now you need to be punished for it. Now, let me show you what pleases me.”
Dorian stepped back and held his hand out to her. She hesitated for just a moment before grasping his warm, rough hand. As they walked back into the house, she wondered just what she’d gotten herself into and hoped she was up for the challenge.
To be continued...
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