Page 57 of The Preacher's Pet

I do want that.

I pause in my administrations, with my lips just inches from the head of his cock, and gaze up at him. “I’m sorry, Cain.”

He gives an actual growl—animalist and full of need. “Lie the fuck back down.”

Ever the willing servant, I spread myself on the blanket.

“Open your legs,” Roman instructs.

Roman edges closer, and I’m sure it’s to get a better look at my exposed pussy.

I do as he says, parting my thighs wide. I’m swollen and wet, and completely open to them. Cain drops to his knees between my legs, and Malachi does the same at my side. A part of me wishes I could see their faces, while the other part loves the debauchery and the threat of their masks. Occasionally, in the past, I’d wondered what my first time would be like—most likely in the dark with a man I’d been forced to take as my husband—but I’d never imagined it would be anything like this.

Malachi reaches between my thighs to play with my clit. His smooth, white mask is expressionless and strange, but I can see his brown eyes behind it. They’re hooded and darkened with lust.

“Mal,” Roman says, his voice throaty, “help Cain.”

I prop myself up on my elbows, needing to witness every moment. With Cain naked between my thighs, Malachi uses one hand to spread my pussy wide, while he takes Cain’s cock in his other hand, and guides it to my opening.

The smooth head presses against me, and I draw a sharp breath. There’s still a little part of me that’s afraid this will hurt, that believes he’s too big and I’ll never stretch enough to accommodate him, but my desire overwhelms my fear. Cain nudges forward, and the head vanishes inside me. There’s a stretch and a slight sting, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. My wetness eases his way.

He pauses, allowing me to get used to his size. Malachi applies a light pressure to my clit, and my inner muscles pulse. Almost absentmindedly, his hand moves up and down Cain’s shaft, masturbating Cain while he’s partially inside me. With both of them masked, it’s as though they have an anonymity now—they are free to do anything with no repercussions.

Cain lets out a groan from behind his hooded mask and slides deeper. I watch him vanish inside me, inch by inch, until I can’t take it anymore and drop my head. Malachi releases his friend and moves higher up my body to take care of me. He half lifts his mask, exposing his mouth, so he can kiss me again. He uses one hand to roll my clit in slow circles, while the other plays with one of my nipples. He is distracting me, and a moment later, I understand why. Cain reaches a point where he stops, and I feel the pressure increasing inside me. I want to grit my teeth, but Mal’s tongue in my mouth stops me. Then it’s like somethingpops inside me, and with it comes a harsh stab of pain. I cry out against Malachi’s lips.

“I’m inside you, Angel,” Cain grits out. “You’re taking me like such a good girl. Just breathe for me. Fuck, your pussy is so perfect.”

Malachi smooths back my hair as he breaks off the kiss. “You’re doing so well, baby-girl. Does it hurt too much?”

I shake my head. “No, please. Keep going.”

Cain does exactly that, and the sensations soon turn from the sharp sting of pain, to something more mellow. As he keeps pushing into me, slowly retreating and pushing back in, pleasure grows in me again.

Cain is moving carefully, but I want more. The whole situation is driving me crazy. His big body working above me is so sexy all by itself, but having another man touching me, while a third watches, makes the entire experience heady beyond all belief.

A need to come builds inside me. I can’t believe how good this feels. I’m so full, and every nerve ending in my body is alight with desire. My mind is swimming in a pleasurable rush of endorphins.

“Fuck her properly, Cain,” Roman instructs.

I’d almost forgotten he was there. I flick my gaze over to him. I know he’s hard, but he hasn’t even touched himself. I don’t want to think about his reasons for avoiding this—not now—but my heart aches for him.

Cain slowly slides back out of me and drives back in, harder this time. I let out a cry, my pussy contracting around him, then he does it again. Malachi continues to pet my clit as Cain fucks me. My tits bounce with every stroke, but I’m too turned on to care what I look like. I haven’t even thought about my scar while in this room. I arch my hips and back, fucking Cain in return, and my motions only seems to drive him on. All of his musclesare tense and defined—his biceps, as he holds my hips to steady me, his abs and thighs, as he pistons inside me. He’s like a powerful beast above me, taking what it needs and giving it to me, too.

I’m so close…right on the edge…ready to break…

And then I do, a wave of pleasure hits so powerfully, I forget where I am or even who I am for a moment. My body bucks, and I cry out, uncaring who can hear me. With my eyes squeezed shut, I arch my back, my toes curling as the shocks of my orgasm punch through me again and again. My pussy clamps around Cain’s cock.

He moans, “Aah, fuck…”

I’d swear he grows even bigger inside me, as he slams hard and fast, then holds himself deep, his hips jerking. I wish I could see his face contort in pleasure, but from the sounds he’s making, I know he’s coming.

A new kind of wet heat fills me, and I keep my eyes closed, absorbing this new sensation.

We’re left panting, our hearts racing. I’m suddenly self-conscious, aware of every part of me. I want to gather up the blanket I’m lying on and cover my body with it, but Cain is still inside me. I know when he pulls out, there will probably be blood.

I cover my face with my hands, worried my scar might be standing out in stark contrast to my flushed face, but Malachi’s gentle touch pulls them down again.

“Don’t hide from us, baby.” He shakes his head slowly. “Not ever.”

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