Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Preacher grins as he gets on his knees in front of me and grips the bottom hem of my skirt. The one they insisted on is tight and short, and he works it up over my hips until I'm basically just wearing it for a belt. I might as well just be standing here in my bra and panties. And fishnet stockings. That was a special request from Preacher, and as he plays with the textures where the stockings end and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs begins, he seems to appreciate them. He leans in and kisses me, right on the outside of my panties.
“Fuck, those are soaked, angel. I think you like this, at least a little bit.” He kisses again.
“Maybe,” I get out with a whimper. He's not wrong. This all has me waiting for every touch. Every breath of air blown over my skin. Every nibble. I know what they like to do, and knowing I can do absolutely nothing to stop them adds a whole new dimension.
Crash comes around to stand in front of me, and puts his hand on my shoulder, just as Devil drops a cushion on the floor in front of me. “Down.” The command is a smoldering growl, with every expectation of being obeyed. He pushes, just a little, and I let myself be guided to my knees. He stands in front of me, so I'm looking right at the big bulge in his jeans. “Take it out.”
Without my hands? I look up at him. “How…”
He grins back. “Be creative.”
Does he really expect me to…
“I even popped the button to make it easier for you.”
That earns him a glare, but then I lean in. After a couple of tries, I get the zipper between my teeth, and it slides down as I pull it. It's stupid, but I feel a little accomplished. He's not wearing underwear, so his big cock pops out as soon as I reach the bottom. He was thinking of me again by making it easier, I'm sure.
That doesn't mean I don't wrap the head of it in my mouth, though, and the pleased groan I get as I do is a reward in itself. They're using me for now, but I'll get mine afterwards. I know them that well.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he digs his hands into my hair and guides me. He goes deeper than I'm normally comfortable with, but I trust him to not be too rough. I still gag a couple of times, but his deep, growly moans as he slides in and out has me wet as a faucet anyway.
Then suddenly, he pulls away. “Fuck. Not ready to blow yet. Saving that for later.”
For what?
Preacher takes his spot, but at least he's already lost his pants so we can get straight to business. And while he fucks my mouth, his slick cock leaving his salty, masculine taste on my tongue, Devil gets down behind me. He pops open my bra. There's no easy way to take it off, but it loosens it enough that my breasts pop out.
“I fucking love your tits. Just making sure they're out when you blow me.”
I'm not sure exactly when I truly lost my good girl stamp, but it sure is long gone now. They made sure of that.
While I rock back and forth, taking as much of Preacher's throbbing cock as I can, Devil teases my nipples with his clever fingertips. I know the guys love eye contact while I suck them, but it feels so nice that I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations.
“Jesus, she's gotten good,” moans Preacher to no one in particular as he pulls back. I can't hold back the grin. Even without my hands, I can still bring these big, dangerous men nearly to their knees. Practice pays off.
I expect Devil to be up next, but instead he picks me up and carries me to the bed.
“No blowjob for you?”
“Nah, I've got other plans, and you just almost took out two thirds of the Fallen Angels with just your mouth. I'm not going to be the sucker who loses to that talented tongue of yours. For a girl who grew up as sheltered as you did, you've taken to fucking and sucking like it’s your fucking destiny or something.” He puts me down in the middle of the bed, face down. I have to put my weight on my face and shoulders, while my ass is way up in the air.
Preacher is there with pillows, helping me get more comfortable up top, but Crash and Devil slip more cuffs around my ankles. “What are you doing?” I try to look back, but it's not easy in my position.
“Just putting you right where we want you,” says Devil and I can hear the grin in his voice. These cuffs are single, but there's a rope connected to each one and they pull them out and attach them to the legs of the bed, leaving me on my knees, and fully exposed to them.