Page 48 of The Preachers' Promise
I suck her pussy into my mouth, running my tongue over her fleshy outer lips and then pushing through them to flick again at her swollen clit. I stand back and admire how wet she is now, and like this, her most secret place is on display. I can’t resist, and I lean back in and run my tongue over her asshole. It clenches under the touch of my tongue, and she gives a gasping little wail.
One day, I want to fuck her there, in her tiny, tight hole, and feel her stretch for me. Not today, though.
Today is all about making her come, and come, and come.
Today is about making her look at me, while I give her so much fucking pleasure she can’t take it.
Today is about love.
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OPHELIA
I’m so turned on,and I want more. I crave deeper contact and being skin on skin with my men. Roman is still licking and sucking me from behind, but I want him naked, too, and my arms around him as he moves inside me.
Then Mal and Cain can take me afterward. Or before. I don’t care the order they fuck me, I just need my men. I want to wash away everything that’s happened, and I want to erase the touch of that filthy pig at the institution.
I shudder and push that image right out of my mind because it’s not conducive to the mood I’m craving.
Cain walks around the bed to stand beside Roman. They’re both behind me, so I can’t see what they’re doing. Roman’s mouth leaves me, and I want to cry, but then two thick fingers push slowly but inexorably inside me.
“Do you feel me?” Cain asks, his voice a low rumble.
I nod, frantic. “Yes, I feel you.”
Cain works his fingers in and out of my pussy, and I clench around them.
“I need you,” I pant.
“We’re here, baby,” Malachi says. His dark eyes glitter with arousal.
“We’re going to make you feel so good,” Roman murmurs.
I wonder what he’s doing, but, when a finger pushes into my ass, I find out. “Oh, my God, that’s so intense.”
“I’m going to fuck you here one day. Not today, Ophelia, but soon, I will.”
Cain joins in. “We’re both behind you, staring at your pussy and your ass as we work our fingers in and out of you, Angel. And do you know what you look like?”
I shake my head.A filthy whore, I think, but it’s my own voice in my head saying those things this time, not the Prophet’s. He’s not here. At least not right now.
“You look like a fucking goddess.” Cain is breathing hard as if he’s jogging, not standing still.
A goddess? That’s a nice thing to be. A good thing. I wish I was someone worthy of such a title.
Malachi touches my chin to raise my gaze to his. “A beautiful fucking nymph of the woods.” Malachi’s gaze remains locked on mine when he speaks.
“You look like salvation.” Roman’s words are so intense and beautiful that they detonate something inside me.
My clit pulses and my inner muscles clench as an orgasm sweeps over me, sudden and unexpected. I cry out and Roman’s finger in my ass pushes in a little deeper, so the sensations are everywhere. They are in my pussy, my ass, deep in my belly, too, and setting fire to my skin as it tingles and burns all over.
I cry out and push back against them both as they finger fuck me through the release. When it ends, and they gently withdraw from me, I’m shocked to feel tears on my cheeks. I fall forward onto my elbows and cry as the emotions force their way out of me.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Malachi takes my face in his hands and wipes my tears away with his thumbs. “Did it hurt? Is it too much? Shit, we shouldn’t have done this.”
“No.” I sniff and gaze up at him. “I want it. I want more.” I smile through the tears, trying to reassure him because I don’t want them to stop this, and I don’t want them to know how truly broken I am.
My parents sending me away to that place, and the terror I felt when I thought Carter would force himself inside me, have shattered something in me. A last thread of strength that held me together has snapped, and I am not sure if it can be mended. In this moment, though, I just want to damn well forget.
