Page 131 of Sire

“Help me lift her and put her in the swing,” I demand.

The swing has three thick, padded straps. One to support Wren’s back. The other for her to sit on. The third strap has two stirrups that can be used for her feet or hands. Either way, the swing lifts her to our height.

Suspended for my use.

Dangling for her pleasure.

Presented for public viewing.

Fuck yes, I planned it this way.

Proudly, Wren lets us situate her, swinging before me. Her long hair, swaying. Her open pussy, glistening. Her bunny tail, maddening.

Falling to my knees, I growl at Nash, “Take a seat and watch me make my wife’s pussy drip for our cocks.”

My angel is so ready.

I press my nose to her clit, inhaling her feminine scent. When I lick, her tangy flavor floods my mouth. Her proud lips swell while I worship her, kissing, laving, fluttering my tongue. Hungrily, I eat her pussy while all watch, and I get to taste how aroused she is.

How open.

How hungry.

This has been her taboo fantasy for months. Confirming it, she grabs my hair, moaning.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Make your pastor taste the heaven in your cunt.”

It’s palpable after minutes of lavishing her hard clit, and curling my fingers inside her tight, slick walls.

It’s audible in the heavy breaths of others, watching as Wren shamelessly gazes down, fisting my hair and panting at the sight of me devouring her pussy.

It’s visible when I tell her, “Now, be a good girl and show them how your pussy loves to squirt on your pastor’s face.”

Brutally, I pound my fingers inside her clenching cunt.Together, we’ve taught her pussy how to do this. Her thighs shake as she screams, throwing her head back, rattling the swing’s chains with her first orgasm.

Her gushing desire leaves no doubt, her juices flooding my mouth. Proudly, I swallow her cum, letting some drip down my chin before I slowly rise, lowering my zipper.

No warning. No tender nothings. I growl, “Now, let’s make this tight, squirting pussy come on your pastor’s cock.”

I drive my aching dick inside her, and she cries out, “Yes, Sire!”

“You want it rough, Angel?” Grabbing the gold chains holding the swing, I lean over her, crudely gliding my cum-slick lips over hers. “You want me to breed you, hard?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Yes, fuck me. Fill me with your cum.”

“If you can survivemyfuck…” Savagely, I thrust into her cunt, and she moans. “Then you can take allfiveof us, can’t you, Angel?”

“Yes,” she rasps, her eyes rolling back with pleasure.

It’s a true test. Grabbing Wren’s hips—satin, silk, and soft flesh filling my grasp—I unleash, relishing her pulsing, wet heat. I’m an animal fucking her harder than I ever have. I may even bruise her, but I’ll never break her.

I believe her now.

Wren loves me. Accepts me. Wants me. Needs me to love her, and with all my soul, I do. I’m hers. She’s mine. I’ll never leave her, and I will make sure she’ll never be alone again.

A testament to her need, she pulls on the straps, lifting to kiss me while I hammer my hips, driving deep inside her. Our lips meet with her heavenly gasps rising higher and taking me with her. We’re climbing to the edge together.

White heat coils tight at my spine. Blood builds, swelling my heart, my cock.I could die right now, a complete man inside her.