Page 50 of The Preachers' Promise
His dirty words work their magic, and I come, hard. Mal’s dick hits something deep inside as Cain pulls my nipples, pinching and twisting them.
Fuck, oh God. These men.
Mal swears and stills as he fills me up. He lets his weight fall on me and gathers me into his arms. He presses his face into the hollow of my shoulder, holding me tight.
This is perfection. Sweat-soaked skin against sweat-soaked skin.
I wish this could be my life always.
“My turn,” Cain says, and I sigh happily.
25
CAIN
I don’t thinkI’ve ever seen Ophelia look more beautiful.
Her long hair splaying across the gray sheets, her pale skin flushed, her lips pink and pouty. I’ve played with her nipples so much that they’re elongated, hard as bullets, and an even darker pink than her lips.
Malachi presses a kiss to Ophelia’s lips and brushes a strand of hair out of her face. He moves to climb off her, but then she pulls him back and whispers something in his ear. It’s too soft for me to hear, but whatever she’s said makes him light up. He kisses her again, then gets off the bed.
“She’s all yours,” he tells me.
I can’t tear my eyes off her. “Fuck, yes.”
Her smile is all for me this time, and she puts her arms out to me. I climb onto the bed, my weight depressing the mattress.
“Who would have guessed we’d ever end up like this?” she says.
“Not me.”
She giggles, and I love the sound. “Not me either.”
I copy Mal’s position over her. “Spread your legs,” I instruct her.
Her pussy is full of Malachi’s cum, and I don’t know why that makes this even hotter. I’ve never had a gay thought in my life, but seeing her pussy all puffy, with cum dripping out of it, and knowing I can slide my cock right in there makes me want to come already.
She’s so innocent, yet insanely sexy at the same time. It’s an intoxicating combination.
I reach between her thighs and dip my finger into the heat of her pussy. She’s wet and slippery. I draw it back out and circle her clit with Malachi’s cum.
“How many times do you think we can make you climax?” I ask her.
She bites her lower lip and shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can again.”
I dip my finger inside her again, sliding knuckle deep this time. I watch her expression, the softening of her lips, the tiny lines appearing between her eyebrows as she clenches around me.
“Oh, you can.”
My cock jumps. I want to be inside her, but I also don’t want to rush this. I’m just happy she seems to be on a more even keel. Who knows what kind of effect being attacked like that might have had on her. She’s been through so much. While I don’t want her to ever be in a facility like the one we rescued her from again, I want to make sure she’s dealing with her trauma properly. Right now, I think we’re just trying to fuck it all away—which is fine, short term—but with everything that’s piling up on her, I worry that it might only take one more thing for her to snap.
Brushing those thoughts away, promising myself I’ll revisit it later, I lose myself in the here and now, and the rush of being with her.
I replace my finger with the head of my erection. “I want you to watch me, Angel,” I tell her. “Watch my cock breach your pussy.”
She pushes herself up onto her elbows so she’s doing a half-crunch and can see between her legs. I hold my dick, marveling in its hardness, and push the head inside her.
I grit my teeth as the insane pleasure of feeling her around me takes over. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re so tight, Angel. So wet.”
