Page 73 of Pray for the Damned

I’m on fire for them.

Every touch is better than the last, and I’m addicted to it.

People in monogamous relationships don’t know what the fuck they’re missing if this is how good it can be to be touched by multiple partners at once.

Their filthy words filter through my mind as they use me, only adding to how badly I need a release. I never thought dirty talk would be for me, but I’ve quickly found that’s not the case in the slightest.

I’m beginning to think I may be able to come from their words alone.

Kade drags me off his cock and bends over, dragging his tongue over my lips and gathering all the saliva that’s escaped as he’s fucked my mouth.

“Mm, we taste sweet together, baby.” He forces my head back by his grip on my ponytail, and I go willingly. “Open wide for me.”

Without hesitation, I do as I’m told, and he spits our shared saliva onto my tongue, dragging a groan from me and Emmett.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

Kade chuckles. “You happen to have any lube around here, sweetness?”

“No, Sir.”

“I’ve got us covered.” Emmett dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle, causing his brother to laugh.

“You often walk around with lube in your pocket, pastor?”

Emmett glares at him before dipping his eyes to mine. “Never know when you might have to fuck your girl’s perfect peach, do you, Little Temptress?”

I moan at his filthy words, my pussy pulsing around nothing. I never really gave anal much thought, if I’m honest. There’s a level of trust required that I never thought I would have with another person, but that was before I knew Emmett and Kade were in my life.

Another bolt of uncertainty hits me, because surely I have to be insane to be entertaining the idea of a relationship with not one, but two men who have admitted to stalking me.

But then Emmett’s fingers slip through my folds, and I’m reminded why it doesn’t matter if I am crazy, because surely nothing that was wrong could feel this fucking right.

“I asked you a question, baby girl,” Emmett murmurs.

“No, Sir, you never know.”

“Hop up on the bed. Hands and knees,” Emmett commands, and I scramble to my feet, desperate to follow his command. Ialmost topple over as all the blood rushes to my legs that have been under me for God knows how long, and Kade catches me, tugging me into his body.

“Careful, Waverly,” he murmurs before pressing his lips to mine. He cuts the kiss all too soon as he guides me toward the bed and helps me get into position. “You’re going to ride my face while Emmett prepares your ass, okay, baby?”

I nibble at my bottom lip and swallow heavily. These are two things I’ve never done at once, and I’m not sure how to feel. But before I can allow myself to spiral, Kade has my chin between his fingers, and he’s forcing me to look up into his intense dark eyes.

“Color?”

I consider him for a moment as I take stock of my body. I don’t want them to stop, that much I’m sure of, but I’m also not used to being so vulnerable. Putting myself in this position doesn’t change anything. I’ve already handed my power over to them. I’ve already allowed them to do as they please with my body and followed every order they’ve given me without hesitation.

Why would this be any different?

They haven’t given me any reason to think they’re going to hurt me or give me more than I can handle, and that thought gives me the confidence to reply with a soft, “Green, Sir.”

He assesses me for another beat before nodding. “You’re going to sit on my face while you suck my cock, okay? It’ll help distract you a little from what Emmett’s doing.”

“Yes, Sir.” I nod, and he gives me a gentle smile that I think may be rare from what I know of the two brothers.

I quickly find myself kneeling over Kade, and another wave of anxiety rolls through me. Oh god, I think there’s a reason I’ve never done this before.

What if I squash him?

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