Page 79 of The Preacher's Pet

“Pull her onto her knees.”

They do as I ask, Cain holding her hands in place, digging into the dirt as he presses her wrists down. Roman holds one leg and I grab the other, spreading them wider. My cock is already free, and her pussy is glistening in the moonlight, so I waste no time. I couldn’t finesse this even if I wanted to. My need to be inside her is overpowering any remaining rational sense I had left.

I kneel between her legs, my body preventing her from closing them, and grip her hips to stop her trying to get away. Roman still holds her other leg, too, his arm hooked around her slender thigh as he kneels on the ground, watching us through his mask.

A dark thought occurs to me. If she used her safe word, would I stop?

“I’m going to fuck you now, Ophelia. Fight all you want. You’re not going anywhere. This pussy is mine.”

“No, no, please,” she whimpers, her small, lithe body struggling between us.

I line myself up at her entrance, and without any fucking warning, push in. I give her some mercy, sliding in only the head and the first inch. I don’t bury myself to the hilt, even though Iwant to. I grit my teeth to stop myself slamming into her, and she still cries out as if I’ve impaled her.

“Oh, God.”

She lifts her head and cranes over her shoulder at me, her lips parted and her eyes wide, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s scared, but she’s also turned on. She bucks back against me as she fights my intrusion, but her movements only serve to push me even deeper. Another couple of inches of my cock vanishes inside her. Her pussy is so tight, it’s heaven.

I bring my free hand down and spank her gorgeous pale ass. She squeals and glances back again, this time her face set in an angry frown.

“Fuck you,” she spits.

That’s the first time I’ve ever heard her swear, and I give a low chuckle.

“That filthy mouth sounds like it could use a cock in it.”

I jerk my chin at Cain, and he gets the idea. Within seconds, he’s released one of her hands to pull out his cock, and he nudges it against her lips. Despite her protests, she opens wide and allows him to slide his cock across her tongue.

Roman groans at the sight and presses his free hand onto his own erection.

With Cain fucking her face to keep her quiet, I spank her again. I don’t hit hard, but I love the slap ringing out in the dark woods around us.

Cain is using his knees to pin her hands down now, and his hand is in her hair to hold her in place. She’s still putting on the act of fighting us, but I can tell it’s halfhearted.

Even so, it occurs to me that she can’t use her safe word with her mouth full of cock. Cain must have the same idea, as he releases her hair and slides his dick from her mouth.

“Swear at us again, and I’ll shove it back down your throat,” Cain tells her. “Understand?”

She nods, and he takes her hands again, pinning them back to the earth. “Good girl.” He lifts his gaze to mine. “Spank her again. Turn her ass red.”

He keeps hold of her hands, pinning her in place as I spank her with my cock still embedded in her pussy. Her struggling only makes me harder. Every time my palm makes contact with her flesh, her pussy contracts around my cock. I wonder if I could come like this, just holding still inside her, spanking her, while she squeezes my dick with every slap. Maybe I should try it. I can do whatever I want to her, and there’s nothing she can do about it.

I stop slapping her for a moment to cup her ass cheeks in both hands, then I graze my thumb between them, tracing over her hole.

She lets out a squeal and wriggles again. My cock is still embedded inside her, and every time she squirms, I push a little deeper. I’m tempted to press my thumb inside her ass, but I’m enjoying spanking her too much. I lift my hand and give her another smack. My handprint is red and defined against her pale skin.

Reaching around, I find her swollen clit and play with it, pinching it.

“Oh, oh,” she whimpers, and I can’t hold out any longer.

I move inside her, rocking my hips, watching my cock slide in and out of her swollen pussy. She gives a sexy little moan, and I slam into her, harder and harder. I can’t hold out much longer. She’s so wet, we’re making obscene sounds together. The scent of sex fills the air, and I wonder if there’s anyone lurking in the woods to see or hear this. It should make me angry, but it only makes me more desperate to shoot my load.

“Come for him, Angel,” Cain says. “Give us the gift of seeing you fall apart for us.”

I’m not sure if it’s his words or the edge of desperation to his voice, but whatever it is, it works, because she falls over the edge with a ragged cry. Her pussy grips me, pulsing around me, and she strangles my cock as I fall with her. I dig my fingers into her hips and jam myself deep. My ass muscles are tight, my thighs and abs locked. Hot cum surges up through my cock, and I spill into her with jerk after mind-blowing jerk.

After it ends, I collapse over her, my chest and stomach draped against her back, as I try to regain my breath. Pulling out of her, I kiss the damp flesh of her shoulder.

“You were such a good girl. Thank you.” Then I slap her ass one last time.

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