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“You’re such a good girl.” I press my forehead to hers. “You like this, don’t you? Wanting me to fuck you so hard.”
Her lips shake. “Yes, Sire.”
“Show my brothers how you love my fuck. How you play with your pussy for me every morning, driving me crazy to fuck you, don’t you? How you’re a naughty girl, fucking a dildo while you suck my dick. How you love my cock in your ass now.”
“Yes.” Her eyes roll. “Yes, I’m such a slut for you. Please, Sire, show them.”
Damn me to hell; you’ll find me fucking her there.
My thighs shake. So do my lips. I’m right here with her.Always with Wren.She’s every reason I breathe. Why I live. Why I can’t stop. I won’t stop. She’s my life and death.
“You’re going to take my cum, all of it. You’re such a good girl, letting me breed you.”This instinct, I need to fulfill it. Like my life depends on it. Why?“I want to see you swollen with me.”
“Yes.” She grabs the base of my throbbing cock, squeezing. “Don’t you dare pull out. Give me all your babies.” It’s the point of no return. She knows how to make my fall from grace so devilish and divine. “Yes, Pastor. Fill my pussy with your warm cum. Do it.”
“Fuucckk, Wren.” She grabs me, owns me, yanking me over the edge.
I grunt, pressing my huffing lips to hers, my fists holding the straps, afraid my body will fall as hard as my heart has for her. My dick comes so fucking hard inside her. With another pulse, I spurt again. “Fuck, I love you.” And again, grunting, spurting, I open my eyes to watch.
To pull out.
To worship.
My pearly cum drips from her pink pussy. Her ripe cream coats my swollen cock. Proudly, I want all to see it.
I leave my dick out, exposed, as I walk around the swingand grab her from behind, kneading her nipple while I reach down, strumming her clit.
“Open your eyes, Angel.” I taunt her ear. “Look at my brothers and show them how you come when you feelmycum dripping from your pussy.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
WREN
Loved and lewd.Pure and pornographic. Divine and dirty. I feel every powerful emotion, every beautiful sensation with Sire.
The world divides women into virgins or whores, when we’re both. We’re neither. We don’t believe in your goddamn rules. We know the truth.
This is my power. My desire. Yes, I feel it.
“Open your eyes, my angel.” Sire’s warm lips steam over my ear. His touch, everywhere I need him to be. His love blankets me with his praise, “Look at my brothers and show them how youcome when you feelmycum dripping from your pussy.”
I do.
Every time.
I belong with Sire.
I bond with his brothers, anchoring to their lustful eyes on my splayed sex. On Sire’s fingertip, strumming my excited clit for them. On my pussy, pulsing after his brutal fuck.
“Good girl,” Sire praises. “That’s it. Drip with my cum. Show them you’re mine.”
The truth floods me. “Yes, Sire.” I clench my sex, feeling a drop fall to the wooden floor. It makes me scream through the orgasm suddenly rushing through me, my eyes locked on Nash, Axel, Jace, Loch, Grant, then Nick watching my claimed pussy come. Pulse. Drip.
I belong to their brother.
Will they care for me, too?
It takes a minute for my breath to return as Sire moves to my side, turning my head for his tender kiss. “Angel, do you need a break?”
