Page 148 of Sinful

Church pulled free from my body as I lay beneath the mess.

Then his tongue met my heat, lapping up the mess left behind by him and the guys and driving me back into orbit.

Ashes reached out and began rubbing his come into my skin, Stitches following.

I cried out, my moans so loud I didn’t even recognize my voice, as I came a final time. It felt like my soul had left my body before slamming back into me.

Church slapped my pussy, making me jump, before leaving me on the table and coming around to where Ashes and Stitches were standing. He moved between them. I stared up at them, knowing I looked like a complete disaster.

“You look beautiful covered in come, specter. I want you to stay right where you are and think about what a good girl you’ve been and how good girls don’t make monsters upset. Does that sound good?” His words sent a shiver of fear through my body.

“Dante, man,” Ashes interjected. “Don’t—”

“Or you could just tell me why you haven’t been fucking her,” Church interrupted.

Stitches and Ashes went silent, and all I could hear was the pounding of my pulse through my ears.

“That’s what I thought. Let’s let her think about it for a bit.”

“At least cover her,” Stitches grumbled.

“No, I like her this way. Leave her.” Church ran his dick along my lips for a moment before he started pumping it in his hand again. Ashes and Stitches didn’t move. They stood right beside him as Church came, his release spurting over my face and adding to the mess.

He leaned down to speak into my ear.

“I want you to really think about this. I know something is up. Tell me what it is before I find out on my own. I know Asher and Malachi. I know how they are when they haven’t fucked. What is my pretty little Ghost keeping from me? Hm? You’ll get up once I have an answer. Until then, just. . . think.” He ran his tongue along my cheek, collecting some of the mess before moving away and leaving the room.

I swallowed hard, trying to not cry and make a bigger mess.

“Sorry, baby. We’ll talk to him,” Ashes said gently.

“It’ll be OK. Give us a few minutes.” Stitches added.

I said nothing, my eyes stinging from the unshed tears. Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath.

Church was as violent as he was crazy. I knew this. Ashes and Stitches knew this. So I’d do as I was told.

“You know what? Fuck this. Get up—” Ashes reached for me to help me up, but I jerked away from him and gripped his hand. Quickly, I wrote my words onto his palm.

He knows. I’ll figure it out. Leave me.

“Fuck, baby.” Ashes let out a sigh. “Fine. We’ll still see what we can do.”

“He just needs to smoke a little and come down from being stuck in the Underground,” Stitches said, his voice strained. “I’m so sorry, angel. I’ll be right here if you want to get up.”

I closed my eyes and felt a tear slide out.

I’d made my decision.

I’d wait and hope I came up with a way to tell him without him losing his mind.

More than my life depended on it.

STITCHES

Sirena spent all day on our kitchen table, her tits and pussy exposed and our come drying on her face.

“Enough is enough,” I said to Church as we sat down for dinner and ate around her.

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