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“Ahhh,” I keen, and when he begins to move, my breaths turn to pants with each thrust.

Good god, why have I waited so long?

Blake rests back, lifting my hips over his knees, taking me deeper, and as he does so, Roman moves into position.

He grips Blake’s hair, tugging his head back until he’s looking at him. “Beg. Beg to suck my cock while you fuck Sydney,” Roman says, and Blake gasps as the walls of my pussy convulse around his dick. It’s the filthiest, most depraved thing I’ve ever heard, and I’m so turned on.

Roman looks down at me, a twinkle of devilment in his eye. “Does our girl like that, huh?”

“Squeezed my cock like damn vice, Ro,” Blake says, then adds, “Please, Ro. I’m not going to last much longer.” And he’s not the only one.

Blake’s thrusts don’t falter for a second, not even when Roman orders him to open his mouth and drives his cock into Blake’s mouth. Keeping hold of Blake’s hair, Roman fucks Blake’s mouth, their thrusts in time, and I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm in minutes.

A kaleidoscope of images flash through my mind, each one heating my blood and bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Ohgod, ohgod…oh…my…god,” I pant as Blake’s dick thickens inside me, and Roman’s arse cheeks clench, his pace faltering.

As I come undone, the room fills with a roar, a cry and a groan in unison.

It’s like a chorus, a hymn, lamenting a rebirth.

‘Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.’

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

BLAKE

When I look down to check Syd, her breathing is laboured and her eyes are closed, but she’s wearing the most incredible serene look.

“Syd?” I question, looking up to Roman as he steps back, then crouches beside her, trailing his fingers across her flushed cheeks.

She hums, seeking out the contact. “Well…”

Both Roman and I laugh at her sleepy, sated attempt at words. I tap her calf, indicating for her to release me. She does, dropping her thighs wide open and offering a perfect view of her pussy still stuffed with my cock. I groan and roll my eyes, wanting more than anything to roll my hips and fuck her again. But not only is she going to be sore, she’s going to want those answers now.

The prospect of that conversation fully deflates my softening cock, and I pull out slowly. Her eyes open and meet mine, and she watches as I tie off the condom before turning to look at Roman.

I see the exact moment doubt creeps in and realisation of what just happened, but before it can fully manifest itself, I say, “Don’t go there, Syd. Nothing we did is wrong.”

Scooting back and sitting up, she closes in on herself, covering her naked body with her arms. “I’m not sure my people would agree with you there,” she says sullenly.

Roman tuts and rises to his feet. “And have you ever asked any of them if they had sex outside marriage?”

“Of course not,” she barks, offended on their behalf. Another trait from her religious upbringing.

“I think you’d be shocked if you did. You can still be a good Christian and enjoy life, fuck who you like when you like, marry who you want. Some of us are beyond that, and no matter what we do the pearly gates of heaven will not be waiting for us on the other side.” His words are harsh yet true—for most of the people in our circle. We may have broken some of Syd’s barriers down, but when the truth comes out, it’s going to take a lot more than a couple of orgasms to justify any of it and to turn her black and white view of the world to a muted grey.

“Ro,” I say, a gently warning to take it down a notch and not ruin the moment. I’m not sure where his head is at, but mine is still lingering on the fact I just how fucking good being inside Syd was.

He waves me off, then strides from the room, grabbing his clothes as he goes. I look to Syd to reassure her that he’s not mad at her, but I’m stopped when she speaks before me.

“Wow, there was me thinking sex is supposed to put you in a good mood.”

I smirk, happy at her attempt to lighten the mood. “He is, he just has a difficult time showing it right now.” I get to my feet, then offer my hand to Syd. She takes it, surprising me with a smile and a muttered thanks.

“Come on. I’ll show you to the guest room and you can shower,” I say, slipping my boxers on and balling up the rest of my clothes.

She gathers her clothes and follows me. “Then you’re going to give me answers,” she states, and I peer at her behind me. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten just because of some great sex.”

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