Page 62 of The Preachers' Promise
Mal pushes it deeper.
“You’ve got about six inches inside you now, baby. Can you feel it? Think I can go deeper?”
I nod, desperate for him to do just that. My fear is gone now, as I’m almost crazed with the need for more.
Cain reaches down, bending over me, and plays with my clit as Roman pays attention to my tits.
“I got you started here, but we’re going to stretch your ass as well.”
I gulp down a swallow. The cold lube dribbles down to my asshole.
Malachi is the one coordinating this. “Roman, take out your cock. Ophelia needs to know what it feels like to have a man’s dick in her ass.”
I realize this is the first time Roman will have fucked anyone in the ass before, too, and the understanding makes me feel a little better. Although would any of them let me fuck them in the ass with a massive cock, or a cucumber? I smile a little to myself as I think Malachi most likely would.
“Do you want to fuck my ass, Roman?” I ask.
He drags his hand through his jaw-length blond hair and nods. “Fuck, yeah.”
“Then, I trust you.”
I still have Malachi fucking me with the cucumber, but he slowly draws it out of me. I feel the emptiness immediately. And wetness. I’m so wet down there. Wet and stretched, and soon my ass will feel the same way.
My entire body hums with arousal. I’m primed for them. I want to take all of them so badly. I want to feel them penetrating me and using me however they want.
Roman sits back on the bed, his erection thick and hard. He fists it and rubs himself a couple of times.
“You can control this, Angel,” Cain says. “Imagine you’re using Roman’s cock like a dildo in your ass. You can be the one who controls the pace.”
“I’ve never used a dildo,” I admit. “I’ve never used anything other than my fingers.”
And even then, I’d be filled with guilt at touching myself in such a way. I’d know it was wrong, and dirty, but sometimes I hadn’t been able to help myself. I’d needed that release, and nothing could distract me from it.
I get on my hands and knees and move back. Roman grabs my hips. My knees settle either side of his thighs, and I back up some more, as though I’m about to sit in his lap but facing his feet.
“Wait,” he says and puts out his hand for Malachi to hand him the bottle of lube.
He squirts more lube onto his cock, then trickles some over my asshole. He uses his fingers on me, massaging the lube in, dipping in and out of my ass. He scissors his finger, stretching me. It stings a little, but the pleasure outweighs any pain.
Then he removes his fingers and takes hold of my hips, pulling me down onto him. The head of his cock hits my asshole, and I drop lower, feeling him press against me. He’s so hard, there’s no fear of this not happening. He could penetrate rock right now, if he chose to. The slipperiness of the lube helps, and though there’s a moment of resistance, I stretch around him, and his cock breaches my asshole.
“Oh-oh-oh,” I cry.
I’m barely aware of the sounds coming from my mouth. The pain is far greater than him just using his fingers, and I’m not sure I’m going to be able to push through it, but I do.
I put my hands on his thighs, fine blond hair beneath my palms, his quads bunched, and I control my movements, sinking lower, slowly. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I can feel every inch sliding inside me. Roman’s breathing grows heavier, like he’s gasping for air.
“Oh, fuck. That’s tight.” He speaks from between gritted teeth.
I glance over my shoulder, needing to see him. Every muscle in his torso is tensed, his biceps ridged with veins as he grips my hips and guides me as I lift back up on him. His teeth are gritted, and there’s a sheen of sweat coating his pecs as he fights not to move and hurt me. We’re both taking this slow, but I don’t think it will last long.
The pain has eased off now, and my toes curl with pleasure.
“Do you love taking my ass, Roman?” I ask over my shoulder.
He nods, mesmerized. “I wish you could see this. It’s fucking incredible.”
But I don’t need to see it. I can feel every sensation.
