Page 15 of Dirty Priest

“Fuck her,” Van growls from beside me. Not needing to be told twice, I stalk forward and relish in the way her eyes widen at the sight of me dropping to my knees before her. My mask offers me enough light to see the blood coating her inner thighs. I smirk at the sight, knowing Van loves tasting her blood. He says it's the blood of Christ and eating that shit is the purest form of light or some shit.

Hudson grips her under her thighs and draws her back against his chest granting me better access. Fuck, her cunt is the prettiest thing I have ever seen. I reach out and finger through her folds and love the way she begins to tremble. She looks so fucking delicate and I love that we are the ones that get to break her apart and put her back together. I line myself up and lock my eyes onto hers as I slowly push inside her. Her mouth parts and a long drawn out moan slips free. Her cheeks turn a shade of red as I continue to ease inside her, loving the way her pussy clamps down on me as if trying to keep me inside her forever.

Unable to go slow any longer, I reach out and grip the back of her neck and slam the remainder of the way inside her. She arches and screams out in pleasure at the feeling of having two of us inside her at once. I spy Van out of the corner of my eye and grin behind my mask, I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay on the sidelines.

“Fuck her and make her come,” Van growls. I tighten my hold on the back of her neck as I draw almost all of the way out of her before slamming back inside. The sounds she makes are like music to my ears. Hudson and I manage to find a rhythm that is sending her crazy, her cries growing louder and louder until Van shoves his dick in her mouth. His fingers tangle in her hair, holding her in place as he thrusts ruthlessly inside her mouth.

Van may be a priest and lives to serve others, but when he’s behind closed doors, he likes control. He craves it. Hudson and I don’t mind, it gets us off when he bosses each of us around. Peyton gags around Van’s dick but she doesn’t try to pull free. When my pace quickens, she begins to shake and smacks me on my chest. I pull out in time for her to squirt all over the front of my hoodie.

“Fuck, switch with me,” I snap. Van and I trade places. I peer down at Peyton and wink. When Van moves between her legs, she focuses on him. I’m ready to grip her chin and force her mouth onto my dick until her eyes widen. I follow her line of sight and balk. Van is keeping his word. He kneels between her legs, wrapping rosary beads around his cock. Peyton’s mouth pops open as she gasps when he presses forward. She tries to push away from him but Hudson holds her in place.

“Take it like a good girl,” Van growls in a tone I’ve never heard from him before. He can try to deny it as much as he likes, but he likes Peyton as much as Hud and I do. Pey quits struggling and braces for the feeling of him. To my surprise, I’m so focused on her and her reaction to the sensation of beingfucked with rosary beads, I forget about everything else until she cries out when he slams inside her. The unhinged sounds coming from her has my cock twitching. “Shove your dick in her mouth and shut her up,” Van snarls. I jerk out of my stupor and do exactly as he says. Peyton bats my hand away when I reach for her hair. It’s like Van just fucked the devil into her, as she moans around me and bobs her head up and down like a woman possessed.

At the rate she is sucking and lapping at my dick like it’s a lollipop, I know I won’t last long—the girl is way too fucking good at sucking dick.

“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna come!” Hudson roars from beneath her. Van thrusts harder, forcing her down onto Hudson, knowing he needs that final push. Hud shouts out his release. The sound of him coming sends me spiraling. Two more pumps and I fist my hand in Peyton’s hair, holding her in place as I spill everything I have down her throat, forcing her to swallow every fucking drop of me.

“Yes, I can feel your cunt wanting to come. Don’t you dare come until I do.” She whimpers around me at Van’s order. I slowly ease out of her and stroke her cheek.

“I need to come,” she pleads as she reaches out and grips the front of Van’s hoodie, holding on for dear life. Hudson has no choice but to remain where he is as Van slams inside her with a punishing intensity, but she weathers it. The cries of ecstasy tumbling from her lips tells us she is loving everything he is inflicting on her.

“Come!” Van roars. Both of them join each other in euphoric bliss a second later. Van rips free of her and lifts his mask enough to expose his mouth. She squirts and he catches it in his mouth, swallowing everything she offers him.

He is one kinky fucker.

She has no time to come down before Van is pushing two fingers inside her dripping cunt. Her cries die out when he pulls free and uses her blood to paint a cross on her forehead. I bite back my laugh, he did the same thing to her last night.

“You’ve been blessed with the best,” Hudson says with humor clear in his tone. Van growls but says nothing as he climbs to his feet and fixes his clothes. I do the same, then help Peyton to her feet. Her legs are shaking so badly she can’t support her own weight. Hudson gathers her clothes but I don’t miss the sight of him pocketing her thong. I hold her waist as he helps her into her shorts then pulls her shirt over her head. The second he steps back she flops forward, burying her face in my chest.

“Just leave me here,” she mumbles, making the three of us chuckle. I bend and scoop her up into my arms and begin walking back toward the house. “What are you doing?” she asks in a panic.

“Taking you home,” Hudson answers.

She tries to fight against my hold. “No, my step brother and his friends will be there.”

“They aren’t home,” Van says.

“How do you know that?” she fires back.

The three of us remain silent for a second, trying to think of a good lie. “I saw them at the church, the priest was in a confession with Annika,” Hudson lies with ease. I spy Van cringing out of the corner of my eye.

“Oh,” is all she says. I know she is thinking the worst of Van right now and it’s clear as day on her face that she is jealous. None of us speak again until we reach the edge of the woods and can see the house in the distance. I slowly lower her to her feet and don’t step back until I’m sure she’s steady. When she looks at each of us, I begin to worry she can see our faces beneath the masks. She begins to nibble her bottom lip and twists the hemof her shirt in her hands, clearly nervous. “Will I see you guys again?” she asks barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” the three of us answer without hesitation, causing her eyes to widen.

“When?” she presses as she looks at each of us.

“Next weekend,” I respond immediately.

“Okay,” she says with a sexy smirk. She takes one last lingering look at each of us before she sighs and trudges back to the house, while the three of us just stand here waiting for her to disappear inside.

“We’re fucked,” Hud mutters.

“So fucked,” I concur.

“I need to quit my job,” Van adds. Both of us snap our heads toward him.

“What?’ Hudson rasps.

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