I tried to do just that. “You want it to feel good, don’t you?” I placed my head on his shoulder as he rubbed my thighs before nodding weakly. “Then let Houston take care of you, baby. He loves you. We all do.”
Houston placed a kiss on my back, punctuating Rich’s claim as he continued to open me up, slowly, with one finger, and then with two.
God, it was so tight.
There was so much pressure.
If I tried to imagine for a second how his dick would feel, I might not let myself go through with it. So I took my head out of the equation and let my heart and body reign free.
Once Houston worked both of his fingers inside, Jericho began to fuck me from below.
My lips parted at the sensation.
It wasn’t as intense as when they were both inside my pussy at the same time. At least, not yet. Houston stretched me by tunneling in and out, and soon, I was eagerly anticipating each press of his fingers.
Yes. Fuck yes.
I was starting to wonder how I ever lived without this and them when it all came to a halt. Houston had abruptly pulled his fingers free and moved away. Lifting my head, I started to beg him when Jericho stopped fucking me too and spoke.
“Do you trust us?”
I gulped when I realized I didn’t have to think about the answer. That frightened me. After what we’d gone through to get here, it should. Where they once made room for doubt, they now worked overtime to fill that space.
“Yes.”
Jericho’s grip tightened briefly from surprise. He hadn’t been expecting my answer either. I heard the relieved exhale that left him and knew that I would find gratitude in his silver eyes…if only I could see them.
Suddenly, there was a tug on my blindfold as the knot was loosened, and then the cloth was pulled away.
It was dark in here too.
I blinked down at Jericho’s handsome face, which gave nothing away, and then I looked up. My gut-punch reaction told me it was a huge mistake before my brain could catch up.
Wordlessly, I gaped at the wooden planks forming a cross and nailed high near the ceiling. Guilt made my gaze shoot away.
It landed on the altar Houston was casually leaning against just a few feet away.
The very same altar I stood before for three days without food and water while the rest of the town stared and whispered “whore” as they passed by.
It wasn’t just any church Houston, Loren, and Jericho had chosen to fuck me in.
This was Angels of Purity & Faith.
We were in Faithful.
I sucked in a breath just as my jaw was seized from behind, and teeth nipped my cheek. “Ready to give me the rest of my present now?”
Loren.
I listened as he stroked his cock while he waited. The wet sound as he distributed the lube over every inch told me he already knew what my answer would be.
“I shouldn’t be surprised, so why am I surprised?”
“Because you’re complicated,” Loren told me as he pushed me forward. My breasts were now pressed against Rich’s chest again as his hands kept my ass displayed like an offering for his best friend. “It’s what we love most about you.”
I didn’t get to respond because his dick was there in the next moment, pressing forward and making my lips part.
I’d been prepared for it to hurt, but not like this.
Not like this.
“Loren.”
“I know, baby.” He continued to work his crown inside of me. “We’ve got you.” There was a pause, and then, “Distract her.”
I assumed he was talking to Rich, but then Houston was pushing away from the altar where he’d been silent.
My gaze rose from watching his feet carry him forward to watching him undo his belt with pure intent in his green eyes. By the time Houston reached me, his cock was out. I lifted my top half and eagerly swallowed as much of Houston as I could, bobbing my head and losing myself in the taste of him.
Taking advantage, Loren chose that moment to push past that initial resistance with a groan that, with the help of Houston’s dick down my throat, drowned out my cry.
“Fuck, I don’t know what’s tighter,” Loren remarked, his voice strained as he held himself still, “your pussy or your ass.”
I had a few things to say about that.
They were all forgotten when he and Jericho began to move.
Slowly, carefully, the three of them worked together to replace the memories I