Page 82 of The Preacher's Pet

Cain’s eyes widen. “Roman, that’s erm, different.”

“Just do it.” I’ll come from the mere thought if they don’t hurry.

I also want them to get on with this so I don’t second guess myself and freak the fuck out. I’m breaking my vows and alsoscared my past demons will rise and ruin this for me. For her. And I swore to her that I wouldn’t let that happen. I try to focus purely on all the desire pulsing through me and ignore everything else.

They do as I say and hoist her, each holding her with one arm around her back and under her arms, the other holding a leg as they spread her wide for me.

Her pussy is fully exposed to me like this, bared obscenely, and I stare in utter wonder as they lower her over me.

My voice is guttural. “Spread yourself for me, Ophelia and prepare to take me.”

She does as I instruct and reaches down with one small hand, spreading her lips. Even in the moonlight, I can see how the other Preachers’ cum is dripping out of her. We’ve made her our little cum slut, and she’s ready for more. A pulse of pre cum runs down my shaft over my fingers, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

My cock has never been sheathed in a pussy before, and it’s about to be inside the most perfect one I’ve ever seen.

The head of my cock presses to her pussy. She’s swollen and hot, and even this sensation is enough to make me worry I’m going to lose it too fast. The other Preachers strain to hold her in position, their biceps bulging with exertion.

They let her sink down another inch over my cock, and her puffy lips stretch to accommodate my thickness. I grit my teeth.I won’t come. I will not come. I won’t come. I repeat the mantra over and over. There’s no way I can blow this. I’m grateful Mal is still in his mask, as it’s easier to do this without his usually sardonic expression making me feel judged. Do they judge me? Is this too weird? Then she sinks farther down on me, as they lower her some more, and all my worries flutter away like moths on a summer breeze.

“Ooh.” Ophelia says the word softly as she shivers. She stares down at me. “Do I feel good to you, Roman? Does my pussy feel how you’d always imagined? Even with their cum inside me?”

I can barely breathe. “You feel fucking incredible.”

Her nipples pucker as they lower her a touch more, and she tosses her head, her white-blonde hair shimmering down her back.

I’m finally doing it. I have my cock inside a girl—an incredible girl—and all the fears I’ve held on to about sex vanish. This is nothing like the abuse I suffered. This is the four of us, coming together, consensually. And I remind myself this isn’t about me. I’m giving her my virginity to make a connection with her. To make it more powerful than the man who took her.

The feeling of being inside her is mind-blowing. I’ve imagined it, but it surpasses my wildest fantasies. She’s so wet, and warm, and tight. It’s like she was made for me. When she’s seated at my base, Malachi lets go.

“No,” I say gruffly. “You’re going to fuck her on me.”

I don’t know why I want it this way, but them moving her up and down on me is so fucking diabolical that it’s making me feverish with need. If nothing ever happens between me and her again, I’ll fuck my fist to the memory of this forever.

“It’s not exactly easy,” Mal complains as he squats, still holding Ophelia.

“Do you like it?” I grind out. “These two big men pushing you up and down on my cock?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Let me see you touch yourself.”

She does as I instruct, her fingers finding her engorged clit. I feel her inner muscles contract around me. Cain and Malachi bounce her up and down on my dick like she’s nothing more than a sex doll. An object for my cock to fuck into.

“You can’t get away from this. You’re ours now. Cain’s. Mal’s, and soon, mine. When I fill up this pussy, it’s going to contain all three of us. You’ll be our perfect pet then. Ours to play with and do as we please.”

I don’t know where these deranged words are coming from, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

“Yes,” she sobs. “Your pet. God, yes.”

She’s strumming her clit like a bad girl, and my gaze feasts on the combined sight of my cock vanishing in and out of her pussy, her tits bouncing, and her touching herself.

I pant my way through my words. “There’s no room in your heart or body or soul for any other man. We are all there is. Do you understand?”

“No other man,” she whimpers.

My two best friends are still lifting her up and down on my cock, but I need more now. This has been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but I need to fuck. Really fuck. It’s like an animal need in my body, a basic knowledge I hold, even though I’ve not done this before.

“Let go,” I order them.

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