Page 6 of Deadliest Throne

“Does she now?” Travis pants out.

“Oh, yes.” Taylor chuckles. “Her panties are soaked right through.” Taylor takes them off. “Look.”

I whine because I want to see what they're doing but can't at this angle. Then I hear Travis inhale deeply before a growl rumbles in his chest. "You smell so fucking good, Dove. I'm jealous about what my brother is about to do to you."

I’m confused for a moment, but then Taylor spreads my legs again, and a second later, I’m moaning around Travis’ cock as Taylor swipes his tongue up the slit of my needy pussy.

Fuck, finally, someone is giving my girl a little love. I was starting to think my men got body snatched or some shit.

My eyes roll back as Taylor starts to eat me out like a man on death row with his last meal.

“Do you know how fucking hot it is to see my brother between your legs, Dove?” Travis rumbles as he starts to pick up his pace again.

My fingers curl against his hips, nails digging into his flesh as that fire in my belly grows into a full-blown inferno. Travis growls, his hand around my throat tightening.

A thrill spikes through me, my nostrils flaring as I struggle to breathe.

“Seeing you like this...” Travis rasps. “At our mercy. Your life in our hands. It has us so damn unhinged. The things we want to fucking do to you.”

Normally, it’s Taylor who speaks like this, but I guess he can’t, seeing how his mouth is busy doing unspeakable things to my cunt. And holy shit that man knows how to work that thing. In and out, tip flicking my clit perfectly, and when Taylor wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, I shatter.

I scream around Travis’ cock, my back arching off the altar as I cum hard, my legs locking around Taylor’s head. He growls against my pussy, not daring to stop as he continues doing his best to lick and suck me through my orgasm.

“You cum so fucking beautifully,” Travis compliments as he pulls his cock free.

My eyes are watering as I suck in lungfuls of air, my head still draped over the side. I feel dizzy, my blood rushing to my head, but I don't care. My body feels so damn good getting the relief it's been aching for.

But this isn’t enough. I want more. And I think I’ll literally cry if they stop here. If we leave here without one of them–preferably both of them–dicking me down good, I will start a fucking riot.

“You really are a bad, bad girl, Sister Raven,” Taylor scolds in a teasing tone. He grabs my hand and pulls me upright. He wipes his lips, glistening with my release, off with the back of his hand. “The way you so easily came undone by my tongue, the way your greedy little cunt loved what Father Travis did as your punishment... this won’t do. Not at all.”

I raise a brow. I guess we're sticking with the game. I also don't point out that I'm not the only one sinning right now. The things they're doing to me aren't things a priest should be doing to a nun, that's for sure. Not that I'm complaining, I want to know what else they plan to do.

“I agree, Father Taylor. I think Sister Raven needs some time in the confessional. To repent for her sins.”

“Great idea,” Taylor agrees with a mischievous grin.

Fucking hell, this is so fucked up. So damn wrong. In the confessional, really? Yet, here I am, super excited to see what will happen next.

Travis tucks his cock away as he moves around to my front. “Are you ready, Sister Raven, to confess all your deepest, darkest sins?”

“Why the hell not?” I say, hopping off the altar. “If it means someone ends up fucking me, I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

Taylor tsks, stepping up to me, so close I have to tilt my head back to look up at him. He grips my chin, grinning down at me amused. “I ought to wash your mouth out,” he says before leaning in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “With my cum.” He nips my earlobe, and I don’t hold back the needy groan. I want that. So damn bad.

Travis steps off the stage and walks towards the confessional booth. “Are we really doing this?” I ask Taylor, not really sure what this is.

He smirks. “Afraid of what you might confess, Foxy Girl?”

“I’m sure there’s nothing I could say that would shock the two of you.” I grin back.

“Shock? No. Thrill? Now that's a different story.” He gives me a dark look.

Taking my hand, Taylor leads me towards the booth. I watch as Travis slips into one side and Taylor guides me into the other. He sits down and I stand there, waiting. “Shut the screen,” he instructs me.

As soon as I do, I gasp as he pulls me down into his lap.

He wraps his arm around my waist, one hand over my belly as the other pulls my dress up. “Be a good girl, Sister Raven. We wouldn’t want Father Travis to hear you now, would we?”

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