Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
The shock doesn’t feel nearly as important as finishing what we started. “Am I interrupting?” I ask. “Or is someone going to fuck me?”
Priest’s laugh is addictive. I grin back at him as he crawls onto the bed with us. Sinner reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a couple condoms, tossing one to Priest.
For a moment, I’m hit with the surrealism of being in Sinner’s bed waiting for the man I used to know as Heath to pull on a condom and fuck me. It feels right, like this was an option the whole time, and I just hadn’t known where to look.
But now that I do, there’s nothing I want more than to feel him deep inside me. I want to feel the swell and pulse of his cock when he comes. I want to hear the noises he makes when it happens. The noises I make.
Priest looms over me, but he doesn’t just spread my legs and fuck me. First comes the kiss, the heat of his lips on mine and the slide of his tongue, coaxing my own. My brain switches off, leaving me with nothing but the primal reactions of my body yearning for his. When he finally slides home, it’s in one long, determined motion that pulls a moan from deep inside me with each inch of thickness.
“Okay?” he asks softly, not moving again until I make eye contact and nod.
He rolls to the side, taking me with him. At first I’m not sure what he’s doing, but then Sinner slips in behind me and I let them take control, trusting them to take care of me and make it good.
I hitch my leg over Priest’s hip, getting a better angle for him to fuck me chest to chest. Sinner’s hands stroke down my back until they get to my ass, and then up and around my front, cupping my breasts as he gets closer, trapping me between them.
Priest pulls his hips back until his tip slips free. I groan in disappointment, but the next thing I know, Sinner’s cock is taking its place.
He chuckles in my ear. “Beg.”
I have no pride left. “Fuck me. Hard. Make me yours.” He waits. Fine. “Please.”
He takes me at my word, driving into me fast and hard, pushing my breath out of me as he fills me up. But at the same time, it’s Priest who’s watching me, and Priest I kiss as Sinner thrusts. Until they switch again. Sinner retreats and Priest holds me tight as he slides home. Their angles are different, their cocks are different, their techniques are different, but we move together like one. It’s overwhelming. There’s nothing I’ve done in my life that could’ve prepared me for this, even when we were all together.
I cry out, trembling between them as my climax builds. Surges like wild electricity rush from my core and out through my whole body, until I’m not sure I can take it anymore. Priest’s desperate groans echo in one ear, and Sinner’s in my other. They trade off, pounding me faster and faster and I know they won’t last much longer than I will.
“So close,” I whine.
“Are you gonna come for me, demon? Do it, make him feel you,” Sinner growls.
And I do, coming completely undone around Priest’s hard cock. I don’t hear my own screams, but I can feel how hoarse my voice is as I shatter. My world turns blindingly white and I ride wave after wave of pure pleasure. I have one hand in Priest’s hair and the other in Sinner’s. Neither complains even though I’m sure I’m practically tearing it out at the roots.
Priest comes with a roar, fucking me through the rest of my orgasm and not pulling out until I’m just starting to come down. But it’s not over. Sinner slams in, one hand on my shoulder for grip as his ragged thrusts reduce both of us to our basest instincts. I’m still seeing stars when he drives in one last time and shudders. For what seems like forever and no time at all, we stay like that, all three of us locked in place, but eventually he slides out and we come back to our own bodies.
“I’m dead,” I declare, cuddled between the two of them. “From now on you’re going to have to carry me everywhere. I don’t think my legs will ever work again.”
Priest chuckles. “I actually came back to tell you two that Colt is making breakfast.”
“Fuck breakfast,” I say as I close my eyes and tip my head backwards.
“Don’t think I can get it up again that fast,” Sinner teases.
I poke him in the side. “Maybe you just haven’t found the right donut yet.”
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Chapter 26 - Quinn
Technically I shouldn’t be in danger anymore, but I haven’t been able to shake my bodyguards. I don’t think they’ll be happy until the entire situation is resolved, and for the moment, the police are still investigating Greg Cook, who seems to have disappeared. Until that’s over, they’ve been giving me a little more breathing room, but there’s always at least one biker around. Today it’s Colt.