Page 81 of The Preacher's Pet

She’s got three men playing with her now, and her head thrashes side to side as she gasps at the sensations bombarding her.

When I think she’s good and ready, I grab my aching cock and guide myself to her entrance. She’s up on her tiptoes, and I still can’t get in her standing. I’m at the wrong height and angle.

“Put your legs around me, baby. Arms too.”

Mal and Roman release their hold on her, and she does as I say and wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. Like the gentleman he is, Roman holds her dress against the tree so I can press her against the trunk without tearing up her skin.

I push into her, and she gasps, her mouth hot and wet against my neck.

“Cain,” she mewls.

It goes straight to my cock. “I’ve got you, Angel. Hold on tight.”

Starting slowly, I slide in deep and then withdraw. I tease her by staying at her opening, then pushing back in, still oh-so-slowly. I keep up the pace, not knowing if I’m torturing myself or her more. She’s panting against my neck when I finally begin to fuck into her properly. I want her to totally lose it, though, and I change my angle, once, twice, a third time until I get what I want. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she makes an unholy sound.Yes.

I’m holding her up by her ass and hips, and every time I hit deep, I rub against her clit. But now that I’m hitting her G-spot, she’s incoherent. She starts to babble something, and I can’t make out all the words, but there’s anoh, Godand aplease, no, yesin there.

“Cain, I can’t, I’m going to pee.”

I laugh darkly at that. “No, Angel, you’re about to come so hard, you won’t be able to walk after.”

Hammering her G-spot harder, I know she’s on the edge when her fingers rake my upper back and neck so hard, I think she drew blood.

“Oh, noooooo,” she wails.

Her pussy convulses around my cock, and she soaks me as she comes and comes.

“Fuck me,” Roman says. “That’s amazing.”

It is, and I lose it at the sight of her coming so undone for us. I spill jet after jet inside her, adding to the mess.

When I finally let her down, her legs are unsteady, and she stumbles. I lift her again, bridal style, and kiss her on the mouth.She opens for me, and I deepen the kiss as her fingers tangle in my hair and rake over my scalp.

There’s a wild part to my Angel, and I love helping it see the light of day. I want to kill that bastard who took her and made her believe feeling anything as good as this was a sin.

She makes a strange little sound against my lips, and I frown, pulling away. Her eyes are closed, and I glance down to see Malachi is playing with her pussy. The way I’m holding her is exposing it.

Rome is standing back and watching. Always watching.

He pushes Malachi aside and takes Ophelia from me, cradling her.

“My turn.”

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ROMAN

I holdher in my arms like a precious package and place her on the ground. She stands, a little wobbly and a whole lot dazed. She’s not running now. I don’t think she has the strength.

“Mal and Cain, I want you to lift her over me when I’m ready.”

They glance at me, and I can feel the puzzlement emanating off them in waves. Cain’s mask is totally gone now, and Malachi’s is half pushed up. I tear mine off.

I ignore their silence, which feels like a question, and get undressed. When I’m naked, I lie on the ground letting, my body connect with the earth. This is sacred to me, and I want her offered to me like the sacrificial lamb she is.

After letting my palms connect with the ground for a beat, I take hold of my engorged cock and hold it in place at the base.

“Lift her up, hold her legs wide, and put her down on me,” I order.

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