Page 137 of Sire

“Yes, Pastor.” I get off on his pleasure. “Forgive me for being such a greedy little slut for you.” That makes Sire grunt, driving into my ass, his fingers pinching my clit. “Oh, God, yes. Breed me like one.”

“Fuck, yes, Wren.” The tenderness leaves Jace’s voice. “We’ll kill for you.” He pulls out, driving back inside my aching pussy with a snarl, “But goddamn, I’m gonna fuck you like our little slut now.”

Heat flashes over me. Stars dot my vision. My thighs start shaking. My clit ignites with Sire strumming it.

“Yes, Angel.” Sire turns my head, taking my kiss again. His lips. His love. His words, taking me, too. “Come so fucking hard for us. My sweet, slut. We’ll fuck you all night.”

“Mmm.” I anchor to Sire’s kiss so I can fall into an ocean of pleasure, so I can come back to him. But not before dark, tumbling, wet waves make me thrash with pleasure. There’s no land. No time. No sight. No one but Sire, while a giant wave eclipses my world, destroying it with an orgasm so strong, I’ll never be the same.

Virgin.Gone.

Alone.Gone.

Pain.Gone.

It’s Sire and me and this new shore. My new home.

“More,” I groan, feeling Jace pull out before warm spurts splash across my tits. My eyelids flutter, seeing Jace. He’s so fucking hot, coming on my nipples. He looks so relieved, while I feel so powerful. I shudder with another climax. “Oh, fuck, yes, give me more.”

“Grant,” Sire calls out, and I tremble, thrilled, needy, and open.

Grant’s different because Delphine joins him. Loch hands her the Hitachi wand while Grant rolls on a condom.

“Say it, Angel.” Sire won’t leave me. He’s still inside me.He always will be.“Tell me you want this.”

“More,” I sigh over his lips. “I want to feel more.”

I was never held. Never loved. Never treasured. Still, I tried so hard to be happy. And now … I am. I’m loved.

Sire holds me every night. He worships me every day. He loves me forever. He’s more than what I need.

But sometimes, a woman should finally get what she desires, too.

“Careful with her.” Sire gently thrusts, contrasting his concern for me with his carnal need to fuck my ass.I love him.

Grant is careful, and Delphine, generous. I can tell she trained Loch. Lusciously, she teases my clit with the wand while Grant matches Jace’s inches. They could be twins. But while Jace seems tortured by love, Grant acts freed by it. He’s perfect for Delphine.

Carefully, Grant slides half of his cock inside, waiting for my exhale. I can’t stop moaning at the sensation returning. The stretching. Fullness. Burning. Pleasure.

“Fuck, brother,” Grant huffs. “She’s clenching my cock. Match my tempo. Slowly…”

They’ve done this before with Delphine. She told me about her initiation, and I’m thankful.

While Sire drives into my ass, Grant drags out of my pussy. When Grant pushes back into my channel, Sire kneads my excited nipples, pulling out of my ass. All while Delphine lavishes my clit with the vibrating wand.

Erotic euphoria. Lewd light. Fucking frenzy. Every word and sensation is not enough, and claiming every inch of my flesh.

“Oh my God.” I fall into my ocean again, Sire’s lips returning to mine. He’s my oxygen. My rescue. My world, while I dive into pleasure for so long, I don’t care how long it takes, I just float until I come so hard again, screaming into Sire’s kiss.

“Fuck, Angel. Do you want more?” He sounds worried. Or, exhausted? I open my eyes and find his, searching mine while Grant and Delphine retreat to a sofa.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

He grins. “You’re worried about me? While my hard dick is in your ass?”

“Yes.”

“My angel,” he brushes his lips over mine, “your body is where I belong. I can stay here forever.”