Page 53 of The Preacher's Pet

I freeze, Malachi’s mouth still on mine.

“I want to taste you, Angel,” Cain murmurs against my skin. “Nothing between us. No barrier.”

I know what he means, and I’m not sure I’m ready to go that far yet. “Taste me?” I say in shock, pulling away from Malachi. “There?”

He licks his lips. “Every inch of you.”

Surely people don’t do this? Isn’t it wrong? Dirty? But every part of me wants to feel his mouth there, to have his tongue inside me.

He doesn’t wait for my answer anyway. Cain growls and pulls my panties aside.

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CAIN

The momentmy tongue flicks over her pussy, I become crazed for more. She is musky, but sweet. Her scent and taste drive me wild, and my cock is like iron. Her pussy is pink and perfect, with a delicate sprinkling of light ash hair.

Using two fingers, I spread her lips to reveal her innermost place. I groan at the sight of her.

“She’s so wet,” I tell Malachi, who is now playing with her pretty tits from behind. He’s rolling and pinching her nipples as she writhes against him. Her ass must be rubbing his cock. I bet he loves it.

“Malachi, hold her pussy lips open for Cain.”

I start at the rumbling voice from the corner. Roman doesn’t sound like himself at all. His voice is so rough right now, as if it is breaking against rocks.

Mal hesitates for a beat, then drops one hand from her breast to her pussy. He spreads her lips, lifting them open for me. Her pretty clit is so hard and swollen.

“Lick her clit,” Roman orders me. “Flick your tongue side to side.”

I don’t know why the fuck I’m letting him tell me what to do, but this whole thing has taken a weird turn. It feels as if we’re ina dream. As if it’s not real. I do as he says, letting myself sink into the fog of desire and illusion.

I flick her clit with my tongue, and she starts to tremble, her legs shaking.

“They love that,” Roman says.

“You live like a monk,” Malachi points out from over Ophelia’s shoulder. “How do you know?”

Roman scoffs his reply. “I didn’t always live this way. You like that, don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” Ophelia breathes. “I do.”

“Make her come,” Roman orders.

Malachi shakes his head. “So soon?”

“Need to get her loosened up.” Roman gives a dark laugh. “I’ve seen the size of your cocks. They won’t fit that virgin pussy if she’s not warmed up.” He hesitates then adds, “You are a virgin, aren’t you, Ophelia?”

“I am,” she gasps. “But I don’t want to be…not anymore.”

Is she saying what I think? That she wants us to take her virginity? The thought of my cock inside her almost has me coming in my pants.

I keep flicking my tongue against her clit, and, when she starts to make desperate mewling sounds, Roman moves nearer.

“Add one finger, inside, carefully.”

Being as gentle as I can, I push a finger inside her. She cries out, and her fingers curl so hard around my shoulders it could bruise me.

Gods, yes, this is heavenly. Why the hell did we stop ourselves from doing this? I can’t recall right now why we’d deprive ourselves so. The feeling of her tight pussy around my finger is so good. The scent of her arousal, the soft sounds of her whimpers, it’s all so fucking hot.

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