Page 84 of The Preachers' Promise
Between us, Cain and I hold her arms down.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her. “I’m going to stretch you, baby. See how many fingers I can get inside you.”
Her pretty two-toned eyes widen. “How many?”
My hands aren’t huge, but they’re not small either. “As many as I can. Now open your legs, or we’ll make you.”
She does as I tell her, parting her legs for us.
“Already wet,” Cain growls, trailing a finger lightly over her clit and down to her opening. “She’s ready for us.”
I love seeing her pussy all pink and puffy and spread open for me. I open the bedside drawer for the lube—we made sure we kitted the room out with everything we might need—and crack open the cap. I dribble it all over my fingers. She’s already wet, but if she’s going to take as much as I can give her, she’ll need all the help she can get.
Using my knee to pin down her arm, I slide a finger inside her. She whimpers and lifts her hips, clearly wanting more. I’m happy to oblige. I penetrate her with a second finger, and then add a third, knowing she must be feeling the stretch by now. Cain lightly teases her clit. I can tell from the way her pussyis clenching my digits and the noises she’s making that she’s enjoying this.
Carefully, I push a fourth finger inside and she gives a strangled yelp. “Oh, that’s too much.”
“Shh. Just relax, you can do it. I know you can.” I hold still inside her, giving her a moment to grow accustomed to me. Then I move again, slowly thrusting my fingers into her clenching pussy. She’s so stretched around my hand that seeing it makes my cock insanely hard. I want to be inside her, but I’m holding off because I want her to take both of us at the same time.
Could she take my whole hand?
I test, adding my thumb, and sliding up to my knuckles. Ophelia cries out and bucks her hips, but I can’t tell if she’s trying to get away or wanting more. The noises my hand makes pumping into her pussy are obscene, wet and squelching. Her chest rises and falls as she snatches little gasps of air.
“Oh, god, oh, fuck,” she cries.
“Good girl,” I praise her from behind my mask. “You’re doing so well. Soon you’ll be able to wrap that pussy around Cain’s and my cocks at the same time.”
Her eyes widen. “What? Now?”
“If you want to try?”
She turns her face toward Cain, though his expression is hidden behind his mask. Instead, her eyes lock on his huge cock.
“It’s okay if it doesn’t completely work this time,” he assures her. “It’ll be fun trying.”
We’re asking a lot from her, and even though Cain can be a manipulative asshole at times, I don’t want her to feel pressured.
“Yes, call it practice,” I say. “For when we want to try again.”
Cain hasn’t given up. “Don’t you want to feel both of us inside you at once? Me and Malachi fucking your pretty, swollen pussy, if you can take it, then one day Roman can take your ass again atthe same time. Three cocks inside our beautiful Ophelia, filling you with our cum, watching it drip out of you when we’re done.”
She lets out a tiny mewl. “I do want that, I do.”
She’s so turned on right now, I think she’d agree to anything.
I pump my hand inside her again, her back practically lifting off the bed. Her inner muscles clamp around me so tight, I think she’s going to come, but then it’s as though she controls herself and comes down from the edge again.
I slide my hand out of her pussy. She’s dripping wet and so swollen, just ready to be stuffed with two cocks.
“She’s ready for us,” I tell Cain.
Roman is watching from the corner. His pants are open and his cock juts upright, but he doesn’t touch himself. He just watches us from behind his mask, his fists clenched at his sides. His dick twitches, and pre cum leaks from the slit.
We reposition ourselves on the bed. Cain and I sit facing one another, my legs hooked over his thighs. We don’t normally get so physically close, but if we want this to happen, we have no choice. Cain has the bigger hand, so he wraps it around us both, our cocks pressed together. It feels strange to have a man’s hand around my dick, but it’s definitely not unpleasant.
It feels right, us being the two who do this, because I’m not sure Roman could, not with what happened to him in the past. This way, if we do it again, he can take her tight little ass.
I’m so turned on that my dick throbs against Cain’s, and his gives an answering pulse.Shit, this is kind of hot.
