Page 26 of Dirty Priest

“Open those legs for me, Bunny,” Goliath demands. I do as he says. He runs his hands along my legs, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. I blindly trail my hand down Saint’s chest as I feel Goliath position himself between my legs. I grip Saint through his jeans. He breaks the kiss and groans. Mac grips my chin and forces me his way so he can claim my lips in a kiss filled with hunger. When Goliath swipes his tongue through my folds, I cry out and Mac swallows the sound.

Saint frees his cock, then guides my hand back to his shaft. Fuck, this is too much but at the same time it’s not enough. I continue to pump Saint as I reach for Mac, only to find bare flesh beneath my hand.

He’s naked!

I trail my fingers along his abs and relish in the feeling of his bare skin. I wrap my hand around his shaft, gripping him tight and hard, just how he likes it.

“Mac, on your back,” Saint snarls. Mac breaks our kiss and does as he was ordered. I reach down between my legs and run my fingers through Goliath’s hair, blindly holding him in place as Saint pulls out of my hold.

“Fuck,” I moan when Goliath pushes his tongue inside my pussy. “Yes, taste me,” I plead.

“Bring her here,” Mac growls. Hands grip my waist and lift me. “Ride me,” Mac barks as I’m positioned on his lap. I reach between us and blindly line him up with my entrance. I slowly sink down onto his cock and moan at the feeling of him sliding inside me. I'm still tender and sore from last night, but the pain mixed with the sensation of him inside me is a heady mix.

“Her ass is yours, brother,” Saint says in that gravelly tone of his from beside me as Goliath comes up behind me. I cry out when he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh between my neck and shoulder. Mac grips my waist, holding me still as Goliath releases his bite and pushes me forward until I’m flat against Mac’s chest. He parts my cheeks and I wait for the feeling of the lube, but to my utter fucking pleasure it isn’t lube that circles my tight hole, it’s his tongue.

Mac captures my lips in a heated kiss, swallowing all the sounds tumbling out of me as Goliath eats my ass. My body takes on a mind of its own and I can’t stop it from grinding against Mac. Need is riding me hard. Before I can enjoy it more, Goliath pulls back and then presses the head of his cock against my hole and slowly eases inside me. My pussy clamps down on Mac. I push back, needing them both buried deep inside me. I rise until my back is flush against Goliath’s chest, then swing my arm back to grip the back of his neck as I rest my head against his shoulder.

I wish I could see their faces.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good with their cocks inside you,” Saint praises.

“I want the three of you at once,” I plead.

“You heard our girl, brother, put that cock in her mouth,” Goliath growls from behind me. Anticipation holds me in a chokehold as I wait for Saint to get in position. I’m jostled as he moves on the bed. I feel his legs move over each side ofMac, then the tip of his cock is brushing against my lips. I open without being prompted and suck him.

Goliath pulls back and slams inside me. I reach out and grip Saint’s thighs to keep myself steady, while Mac and Goliath thrust inside me punishingly. Saint’s thrusts are hurried and angry. They have never fucked me like this before. It slowly dawns on me that they are being so rough and aggressive because I defied them and made them come to me instead of obeying their orders.

Saint’s fingers tangle in my hair and tug on the strands. “You swallow every fucking drop when I come,” he growls. I moan around him in answer as the other two continue to slam inside me mercilessly. This unhinged side of them is fucking sexy. I love that they are losing control and giving into their baser needs. It’s fucking hot and has me meeting them thrust for thrust, chasing my release, needing it more than my next breath. My cheeks hollow as I suck Saint deeper, trying to swallow all of him. Spit drips down my chin as I gag around him. The sound only seems to fuel them all. I scream around Saint when Mac slams inside my greedy little cunt, hitting that sweet spot. Goliath’s thrusts turn hurried and deeper, pushing me right to the edge. I feel all three of them expanding inside me and I know they are all on the edge with me, ready to explode into oblivion and ride the fucking wave of pleasure.

Three more thrusts and then we are all falling. Stars explode into my vision as Saint comes down my throat. I choke but he doesn’t release me when I try to pull back. Tears leak from my eyes as he forces me to swallow every fucking drop. Mac and Goliath still as aftershocks roll through me without constraint.

When I finally manage to swallow every drop, Saint releases his hold on my hair and his hand knocks my blindfold down. I blink rapidly, allowing my eyes to adjust for a second but the moment I do, everything inside me freezes.

“Fuck.” I flick my eyes up only to be met with the sight of wide blue eyes that belong to my priest. I look down between his legs to find Kye’s brown eyes staring directly at me. I take a deep breath and peer over my shoulder, locking eyes with my brother's bright green eyes, guilt swirling in the depths of those eyes.

They didn’t angry fuck me because I disobeyed them, they did it because they are angry I’m leaving.

“Get. Out,” I grit out through clenched teeth. Hurt flashes in Hudson’s eyes as he slowly pulls out of me. The instant he does, I leap off Kye and run out of the room, locking myself in the bathroom down the hall.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

VAN

We fucked up.

Oh, we fucked up so badly and there is no way to explain our actions. The three of us fell for her and allowed our want for her to overshadow everything. We should have come clean but we didn’t. Kye and Hudson regret doing it but not me, I wouldn’t change a single fucking thing because she was–isours.

“What the fuck are we going to do?” Kye asks. We tried to coax Peyton out of the bathroom for over an hour but she refused. This morning we went to check on her only to find her room empty, all of her things were gone. Hudson rushed outside to check if her car was gone and it was. He called his stepmother to ask if she had seen Peyton. Lenior told him that Peyton had decided to head to Brown early to get set up. She wasn’t happy that her daughter fled without saying goodbye, but the only hope we have is that Peyton promised to come back when the house was fixed.

I scrub a hand down my face. “Nothing.” Both of them swing their gazes to me.

“The fuck does that mean?” Hudson snaps.

“It means what the fuck did we expect? You really think everyone in this damn fucking town will be cool with her fucking all three of us?” I shout. Both of their faces fall.

“I love her, man,” Hudson admits, shocking me.

“Same,” Kye mutters. I eye both of my best friends and shake my head. “Oh, so you’re telling us you don’t feel anything for her?” The angry lilt to Kye’s tone has my shoulders falling.

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