Page 49 of The Preachers' Promise
I don’t need their concerned glances and their soft words. They think they have to worship me and be gentle, but that just makes it worse, because it is a constant reminder of what has happened over the last few days.
I sit up, and Mal’s gaze drops to my breasts before he snaps it back to my face. Men, they’re all so obsessed with tits. I don’t even have much to look at, but none of them seem to mind. They love me as I am. They never talk about me being ugly in any way. Carter did, and many other people in my life have done the same. They’d call me too skinny, and too pale, a bit weird, and now I have the scar, it only makes me stand out more.
The Preachers always look at me like I’m beautiful and, right now, I want their scorching gazes to burn away my pain. I crave their rough touch to rub away Carter’s filthy fingers on my skin. I need their thick cocks inside me to push out all the despair.
I mirror Malachi and take his face in my hands as I smile up at him. “I want you to take your clothes off, and then I want you to fuck me.” I look behind me at the other two men. “I want you all to take me and come inside me. Mark me as yours.”
“Are you sure?” Mal asks.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” It’s only a partial lie, but it’s one I want to believe.
Malachi rushes to take his clothes off, standing from the bed and stripping down in record time. His cock is hard and wet atthe tip. As he kicks his clothes to the side, he grips it and slowly pumps his hand up and down his length.
I lie down and realize, lying like this, lengthways on the bed, my head is near the end again, and near Roman and Cain, too.
I drop my head back as far as I can, so I can see them getting naked.
Malachi climbs back on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. He grabs my thighs and pulls me a couple of inches closer. His erection juts from his body, and it fully focuses my attention.
“You want this pussy filled?” His jaw is set in harsh lines, and his face is all angles.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“With all of us?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to take our offerings like a good Angel, aren’t you?” Cain asks.
His fingers brush over my cheeks as he stands above me. His hands drift down over my collarbone and cup my breasts. Malachi grips his cock and nudges the head against my pussy, seeking entrance. I’m already so wet and sensitive from my earlier orgasm that sliding inside me will be easy. Cain pinches my nipples, elongating them as he pulls and twists.
“Ready for me, baby?” Malachi asks.
“Yes, yes. Give it to me.”
He rams inside me with one fast stroke.
Crying out at the twin sensations, my back arches as Malachi thrusts deep inside me. His face is a mask of concentration, his expression almost angry as he holds himself above me and slams into my pussy.
“Move to one side,” Roman orders Cain, who steps to the side, but still keeps his hands on my tits.
Something taps my cheek, and I turn my face to see Roman standing at the foot of the bed, too, and he has his big cock in hand. He runs it over my face like a lover’s caress. I can’t suck him like this, it’s too awkward an angle, but he doesn’t seem to want that. He’s painting my face, I realize, with his pre-cum. My cheek first, and then over my nose and lips.
I moan and dart my tongue out to taste him, only catching the very tip of him with the side of my tongue and pulling it back in my mouth to relish the salty flavor.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
Malachi hits a spot deep inside that makes me wail. Holy crap, he’s good at this sex business.
Roman pumps his dick a few times and, as more fluid gathers at the slit, he baptizes me with it.
Cain is still playing with my nipples, seemingly fascinated with them, pinching, twisting and stretching. My breasts might be small, but I love having my nipples played with, and Cain’s rough touch is heavenly. The bite of pain only adds to the pleasure.
In fact, I love the pain, but only when it comes from them. I love being theirs, too. The thing they degrade but also worship.
I can’t believe it, but I can feel another orgasm building.
“Do it, darling,” Cain drawls. “Come again for us. Work that pussy on Mal’s cock and milk him dry.”
