Page 86 of Wicked Devotions

I lie there on the slab of granite while they tradeplaces, and Cy pulls his cock out. He drags his tip through the wet mess between my legs, hissing as Emerson pushes him down over me.

“Should I take his ass while he fucks you, Harper?” he asks me. “You want me to set the pace for your pleasure?”

I didn’t even know that was possible. “Yes.”

“Fuck,” Cy says with anticipation.

Emerson pulls out a packet of lube and tears it open with his teeth. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel Cy’s quick intake of breath. He looks up into my eyes.

“You ready?” Cy asks as his cock pulses at my entrance.

I nod. “Yes. Please.” I babble some more, begging for them to start because all I want is to be filled with them.

“Fuck, you’re so wet baby.” He glides inside of me, his piercing running along my front wall in the most incredible way.

“Oh.” I gasp at the pleasure. “Oh goodness.”

Emerson reaches around between us and plays with my clit. “Relax, Cy. Take it like a good boy.”

“It’s hard to relax when her cunt is squeezing my cock like her life depends on it.”

The sound of a palm smacking flesh rings out over our panted breaths.

“Relax.” The command comes from Emerson one more time, and I feel Cy slowly unclenching his muscles over me.

I look over and see Declan at my right, his cock heavy in his hand as he watches us. I’m at the perfect height to take him in my mouth if he steps closer.

“Declan,” I look pointedly from his cock to his face. “I want you in my mouth.”

“What part of me?” He gives me the smirk that I loathe and love equally.

“Your cock.” There’s no hesitancy in saying that word anymore. “Fuck my face while they fuck my pussy.”

Surprise, followed quickly by lust, clouds his eyes as he steps toward me, settling his tip at my lips. I sneak my tongue out and lick the drop of pre-cum gathered on the tiny slit of his crown. All three of them groan in unison at that, and then I feel Emerson and Cy begin to fuck each other and me. They sync their movements while I lick and suck Declan.

It’s sloppy and wet and dirty. The four of us find pleasure in each other’s bodieswith no shame. This altar once used to worship God is now where we worship each other instead.

I come first, the pleasure from Cy’s piercing and Emerson’s fingers on my clit proving too much to withstand. Cy quickly follows, shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside me. The thought of that alone brings me right to the edge of a third orgasm. Why is it so sexy to think about being filled with their cum?

I need more so I turn my attention to Declan who has been taking it way too easy on me. I turn over to get a better angle, moving to my elbows and knees, so he can fuck my throat the way he needs. I hear Cy groan behind me and feel someone’s fingers as they gather the cum leaking from me and push it back inside where it belongs.

Declan cups either side of my head, holding me still while he begins to rut into my mouth. I make sure to relax my jaw and open for him. I gag with each thrust but then remember a tip my cousin gave me, and as he presses deep, I swallow around him.

“Fuck,” he cries out. “Fuck.” His head falls back as he twitches in my mouth.

I do it again, and he cums. I swallow everything he gives me until he stops twitching. He pulls out of my mouth and bends to kiss me, long and thoroughand deep. The sound of skin slapping skin pulls us apart.

I look over and see Cyrus bent over the altar with his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy while Emerson thrusts into him from behind with a ferocity that’s completely unexpected. The vein in Emerson’s forehead pulses as he pours every drop he has into Cy. It’s deeply masculine, and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Emerson’s rhythm becomes erratic as does his breathing. His fingers dig into Cy’s hips until they’re white. On his last thrust they both moan in pleasure. He collapses on top of Cy’s back as he slides out of him.

We all lie there, draped in various positions over the altar, spent from pleasure. It occurs to me how blasphemous this is. Fornicating in a former church. On the altar. As a group. The giggles begin, and when all three of them look at me questioningly, I just laugh even harder.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

EMERSON

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