Page 139 of Sire
“Hey.” I grin.
“Hey.” Nash grins back.
“Feel like a fuck?”
I want him to relax. Nash knows we need to do this. His brothers guard Alena, so Nash needs to make his bond with me, too.
“Uh…” he hesitates. I’ve never seen a menacing man look so hot, horny, and torn.
Okay … Sire was during our first few days. But now Nash is the conflicted one.
“Man.” Sire tenses, holding me. “Yes, she’s my wife. I’ll kill you anytime but now. Give her what she wants.”
“Just the tip.” I join Sire’s fingers, teasing my clit. “Just tease me with your bare tip. That’s all I want to feel.”
Relief floods Nash’s eyes, reading mine.This is our secret.Our way to make this work.
Licking his lips, Nash drags his zipper down. With a stifled moan, he frees his hefty cock, fisting his swollen shaft.
Good God, Vale Monroe. You’re going to want this man’s crown for sure.
I know Nash will be with her one day. They’ll marry, and Vale will be a queen with me. They’ll be so in love. They just have to get over the best-friend’s-dad thing.
Or maybe … they just need to revel in it.
There’s so much lust glossing my pussy, I don’t need lube. I’m so sensitive, gasping when Nash glides his crown over my clitoral hood. He teases, lightly touching and tapping my excited nub, his lips parting, his breath changing, watching how I’m open and taken.
How Sire is slowly thrusting into my ass, his chest soaked and pressed to my back. I don’t know how much longer my husband can last, but I don’t want another man if Sire’s not with me. I could never do this if I didn’t feel him inside me, too.
“You’re being such a good girl,” Sire sighs, pulling out all the way. I gape. I groan, hearing him taunt, “You’re letting my best friend get off on your pretty pussy while I fuck your ass.”
He thrusts back inside me while Nash rubs his tip, harder over my clit.Fuck, it feels good.I cry out, “Yes, Pastor, fuck my ass. Show your friend what a good girl I am for you.”
“Goddamn,” Nash huffs, rubbing his cock over my clit, faster.
Sire can’t talk. He’s barely hanging on. He needs to come, and so does Nash. Not just for his release or relief. It’s for our bond. Everyone needs to witness it.
But Nash will fight it. He’s committed to Vale; I want him to be, but I know how to finish him fast.
“See this pretty pussy?” I spread my lips for Nash while I reach over my head, holding on to Sire, too. His neck is sweating, and I love it.
“Yes,” Nash snarls, precum pearling on his tip. He’s fighting his lust.
“Now close your eyes,” I tell him. “Close your eyes while my pastor fucks my ass and you get off on it, Daddy. Don’t you? Don’t you get off on good girl pussy?”
“Oh fuck, yes.” Nash throws his chin up. Slamming his eyes closed, he shakes. He sweats. I can see the ink on his chest and abs, through his soaked white shirt.
“Fuck, Wren,” Sire groans. “Fuck, Angel. What are you doing to me?”
It’s not our kink. It’s Nash’s. But it’s getting Sire off. The bond is getting all of us off.
“Yes, Daddy. My pastor’s cock feels so good in my ass, I’m going to come for you both.” I am. So is Sire. So is Nash, feverishly rubbing my clit.
He just needs to let go.He’s imagining Vale. I know it. I want him to.
“Yes, Daddy,” I coax him. “Please, let your big dick come on this pussy while he fucks my ass.”
“Yes, you’re such a good girl. Oh, fuck,” Nash rasps, yearning for Vale, his body shaking, his eyes closed. His hard dick shoots his cum over my belly, my tits. He desperately whispers to himself, but I hear it. “Vale.Please.”
