Page 69 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

“And that you’re above us lowly commoners,” Priest joked, and then he grew more serious as he turned around to face me, his handsome face intense as he gazed down at me. The others were sluggish in turning around with him. “You’re ours, Angel. Always.”

The breath that left me right then was a shaky one. Even after all this time, these three could make me feel so content, so good inside. “Always,” I agreed, because I wanted this to be my forever, not just a chapter in my life that would eventually end.

No, these guys, these three… they were mine and I was theirs. It might not be conventional, but who cared? Always and forever.

“All right,” Priest whispered. “I think we should hurry up and eat before the food gets ice cold—but not so fast that you give yourself a stomach ache, because—maybe I speak for just me—but I want to bend you over every which way tonight.”

That pretty much served as a rallying cry for all of us, because we, as a group, hardly said a word after that. The guys didn’t even put their shirts on before hurrying around the counter to scarf some food down. It turned into a race.

And, yes, I would’ve eaten more of it—the sauce was particularly delicious. Deacon said he’d made it himself—but I settled for a good few mouthfuls. It’d be enough.Enough to give me some energy for what was to come shortly.

After being away for so long, it was obvious what everyone wanted, including me.

Sex. Lots and lots of sex.

We didn’t clean up the kitchen before racing to my bedroom—although we did blow out the candles. No fires here, thanks. Before I knew it, I was being thrown on the bed, helped out of my clothes by greedy, grasping hands, and worshiped like I was their goddess.

And I was. I was their angel.

That was how I ended up sandwiched between Deacon and Bishop. We lay on our sides, their tattoos too fresh for them to lay on their backs while we got intimate, but that didn’t stop them from showering my body with kisses and fervent pawing. Priest watched, slowly stroking his cock as his eyes ate up the sight of the three of us.

Deacon was in front of me, Bishop behind me. My brain didn’t know who to focus on, whose hands to pay attention to… or whose mouth. Needless to say, I did a lot of sighing, a lot of squirming, and a whole lot of panting as they pushed me to my limit.

Priest stopped jerking himself off to grab something from my nightstand, and he tossed the small bottle to Bishop behind me, who caught it easily. I knew what that meant, and my ass clenched in anticipation.

Even now, I wasn’t used to being with all of them at once. It was too much.

As Bishop lathered his cock in lube and Deacon took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, Priest smirked at me from the edge of the bed. “Are you ready to get fucked?” he asked, knowing damn well I couldn’t give him an answer, not when I felt Bishop spreading my cheeks and positioning his cock behind me.

Deacon pulled his mouth off my nipple, baring his teeth at me as he took my neck in his hands and kissed me hard—the very same moment Bishop started to push inside of me. An uncomfortable pain at first, as Bishop’s cock filled my ass, and whatever sounds I made Deacon swallowed up greedily, his hand tightening around my neck.

And then I remembered what their advice was: relax. Don’t clench. Surrender and give in and everything would feel good.

The moment Bishop was inside me as much as he could be, his cock twitched in my ass, his body shuddering behind mine. “Fuck,” he whispered, holding onto my side. “You’re so tight.” He groaned in ecstasy, fingers digging into my hip as he began to move slowly.

Deacon bit my lower lip hard enough for me to gasp, and then he crawled down my body, taking that dangerous mouth of his with him. Past my stomach, down to my clit, where he instantly latched on for dear life, totally unbothered that Bishop’s cock and balls were right there.

Yeah, we pretty much shared everything now.

I moaned when Deacon sucked hard on my clit, and when his tongue circled it over and over, I melted. That wasit. That was the key to getting me to relax. Laying on my side, I practically melted against Bishop as he fucked me from behind while Deacon assaulted my clit.

Priest crawled closer, inching toward my head. He had to sit down to get more level with my head, and once his cock was a few inches away from me, he tangled his hand in my hair and positioned his cock near my lips. I parted them, letting him push the tip of his dick inside. He couldn’t go fully in thanks to the semi-awkward angle, but it was enough that I could suck on that tip like a lollipop. He threw his head back and let out a groan.

As if needing to push me over the edge, while he continued to shower my clit with attention, Deacon stuck two fingers inside my pussy, fucking me with them at the same pace Bishop went as my ass from behind.

Oh, God. It was so much. Too much. Feeling Bishop behind me, having Deacon’s mouth on me and his fingers inside me, coupled with the hand curled tightly in my hair and the cock pumping in and out of my mouth as I did my best to suck on it, it was just too much.

Pressure built within me, the familiar feeling telling me I was about to experience the orgasm of a lifetime. When all three of them went at me like this, it was an out-of-body experience, to say the least.

An orgasm hit me, and I swore every single muscle in my body tightened. If my mouth wasn’t so full of Priest’s dick, I would’ve moaned. As it was, I heard Bishop groanbehind me as my rim tightened around his length, an involuntary reaction to the sheer force of the orgasm.

Priest’s chest labored with heavy breaths, and he praised me, “You’re such a good girl for us, Angel. You take our cocks so well. Doesn’t she, boys?” I was delirious with pleasure, but I was pretty sure I heard Bishop and Deacon murmur their agreement.

Deacon pulled his mouth off my swollen, aching clit, his fingers following suit shortly after. His voice came out gruff and demanding when he told Priest, “Move. I need to be inside her.”

Priest whined, but he relented, sharply pulling his cock from my mouth with a popping sound from my lips. He cleared the way for Deacon to lay beside me much the same way Bishop was behind me. His hand fisted his large cock, and without saying another word, he pushed inside of me, filling me up inch after inch until I felt like bursting.

Having Bishop behind me and Deacon in front of me, both of their cocks nestled inside my holes… I couldn’t think straight. It was all heat, fire, and passion. Unbridled hunger and desperate desire.

Priest watched as Deacon’s hips began to thrust, hard, fast jerks of his hip, his cock plunging into me with gusto, like he couldn’t get enough. Like I was a drug to him, to all of them. I was what kept them going, gave them purpose.

I supposed, in a way, they were my drugs, too. They’d become everything to me, and I, for one, couldn’t wait to see what life had in store for us next. Whatever life threw atus, I knew without a doubt we could handle it. We were stronger together.

We were Black Sacrament. They were my demons and I was their angel.

Next up: the world tour.

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