Page 146 of Sinful

“Sorry, man. I like my eggs cooked,” Ashes said, moving to clear off the table since we’d finished eating. I watched him, finding myself getting a little warm as his muscles strained against his dark t-shirt.

“Asher enjoys dessert, even after breakfast,” Church said.

I snapped my focus to him, my cheeks hot.

“Asher,” Church called out.

“Huh?” Ashes turned around, his apron back in place.

“Come fuck Sirena for us.”

I quickly drank down my glass of water, knowing my face had to be flaming red. Ashes smiled and strode forward without a word, then lifted me out of my seat before setting me on the tabletop. His lips met mine in a sweet kiss, his hands cradling my face.

Ashes always knew how to make my heart flutter. Always so gentle and sweet. Until he wasn’t.

I loved him all the ways he could be.

Even in his frilly yellow and white apron.

Gently, he put his hand to my chest and pushed me onto my back.

“Eyes open,” Church commanded as he stared down at me. “Legs spread.”

I let my legs fall open. Stitches moved so he was next to Ashes and pulled my panties down my legs for me, praising me for always wearing a dress.

I listened as Ashes undid his belt.

“You’re not even going to take off the apron?” Stitches asked, hissing out the question.

“It’s a hot look for me,” Ashes answered, running his cock along my pussy and teasing me. My breath hitched, and Church tutted at me to be still.

Stitches snorted, and Ashes pushed slowly into my body, making me suck in a sharp hiss of air at how full he made me.

“Oh fuck. I missed this,” he husked out, his voice shaking. I noted Church’s brows crinkling at Ashes’s words before all thoughts left my head and Ashes set to work, thrusting in and out of me like a jackhammer.

“Sorry, baby,” he rasped, holding me tightly at the hips. “You feel way too fucking good. God, I love the way your pussy hugs my dick. Fuck.” He pulled out and slammed back into me, rocking me on the table.

Church reached out and pushed my dress down and pulled my breasts from my bra, exposing that part of me.

He squeezed and rubbed them, paying special attention to my nipples while Ashes continued working me over.

“Stay still,” Church instructed. “Stitches.”

Stitches moved onto the table, and I had the sudden thought it wasn’t going to hold our weight, but maybe the fall would make the moment more fun.

Church released my breasts, and Stitches straddled my chest, his pants and boxers off, his cock in his hand. He ran the head of his dick along my lips for a moment before pushing inside. I sucked him in best I could, knowing this was just going to be him fucking my mouth. All I needed to do was not bite or gag.

With his fingers twisted in my hair, he fucked my mouth, his cock ramming deep into my throat, making it hard to breathe. Ashes continued his work on my pussy and Church. . . Church watched it all silently with his dick in his hand, stroking himself.

I wish Sin were here too.

Stitches shoved into my mouth again, brutally fucking it. I gagged and choked on him, a move that only seemed to spur him on.

“You going to swallow Malachi’s come for him, heaven? Huh?” Ashes groaned out, his dick hitting a place deep inside of me that made me want to cry tears of joy.

“I love it when she swallows,” Stitches said breathlessly as he continued his onslaught. “Her mouth is fucking perfect. I could fuck her like this all day.”

I dug my fingernails into his thighs, making him let out a hiss, his cock buried deep in my throat. It was so hard to breathe, but I loved doing this for him, Ashes, and Church. If they wanted this from me, I’d give it willingly.

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