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If I weren’t so aroused and on the edge of an orgasm, I’d suddenly find a filter. I’d be too shy to confess, “I imagined you, fucking me hard and deep, while we sucked another man’s cock together.”

“Fuuccckk, Wren.” He throws his head back. His thigh starts shaking. “Angel, you’re too innocent for that.”

“No, I’m not. I want every sweet first with you, then every dirty thing together. I want you and your brothers to initiate me. I want to be your wife. I want everything, Sire, as long as it’s with you.”

“Show me.” He glares down at me, his hips thrusting faster, like he’s fucking me, not thin air. “Show me how you made that pussy come, imagining me fucking you, and sucking a cock for you. Do it. Come with your fingers inside your tight cunt.”

“I… I…” I rub my clit, my thighs trembling. “I’ve never fingered myself.”

“What?” he pants.

“No fingers. No tampons. Nothing’s ever been inside me.” I’m right on my edge, telling him everything, showing him everything, playing with my clit for him while I spread my legs as wide as I can so he can see. “You, Sire. You’ll be the first inside me.”

“Fuck, Wren! Fuck!!” He doesn’t touch himself, letting his thighs shake so hard, his hips pumping, his thick cock pulsing, before a creamy spurt of his cum shoots right through the thin cotton of his soaked pants. He watches it paint my mound before another creamy spurt escapes, while he grunts, staring at me.

With a silent scream, I come in front of him, too. At thesight of him coming on me. The promise of him coming inside me. The convulsions are so strong, my legs violently shake, so I snap them closed with a groan, my eyes rolling back.

“No, Angel,” he growls, “eyes on me while I eat your ripe pussy. I need a fucking bite.”

“What?” I babble. I don’t understand. Before I have a chance to get my bearings, his face is between my legs, his big hands pinning my trembling thighs open.

“Look at me,” he demands. “Watch your pastor while I suck your virgin clit and make your sweet cum drip down my chin.”

He does it so perfectly, powerfully. I’ve never felt this before, a mouth on my pussy, a tongue on my clit, his whiskers tickling my tender lips.

The hungry groans he emits as he sucks my tender nub for the first time make me thrash with another orgasm. It hits me so fast and hard, this time my scream shatters the room. “Oh God, Sire!”

“Yes, Angel. I’m your God. Do it again. Make your pussy come for your Lord.”

“Please.” I grab the sheets. “Please, Sire, I need you inside me. It hurts; I need you so bad.”

“Not yet. Watch me.” I lift on my elbows. In a euphoric daze, I marvel as he laves his tongue over my engorged clit, as he makes my thighs shake again. “You’re so wet and ready for me,” he praises. “So fucking ready to breed. Want to see what it will feel like?”

“Whatwhatwill fe?—”

I don’t get a chance to finish.

Gently, his tongue licks at my opening, softly penetrating my cunt, and I collapse on the bed, falling into a need I’ve never known. “Please, Sire,” my back bows with my beg.

“Quit fisting the sheets and fist my hair, Wren. Come on.”He guides my hand. “Grab my head and smear your pussy all over my face. Be my dirty little angel and do it until you’re pouring your virgin cum into my mouth.”

“Oh my God,” I groan. I obey. I clench a fistful of his silky hair between my legs and shamelessly thrust my hips, trying to get his tongue to fuck me. It’s barely inside, but it’s enough to make me buck while his nose rubs my desperate clit, too. It’s enough to make me come so hard, I see stars. I see heaven, and we’re fucking forever in it.

I don’t know what I moan, say, or do. Time ceases. Pleasure explodes. Light takes my vision until Sire’s mouth is on mine.

He’s kissing me and glossing his tongue over mine. He’s making me taste my first real cum. It’s tangy, tart, and sweet how he made me do it, and I moan into his mouth.

I wrap my legs around him, my arms, too. I make him groan and sink his body weight, most of it, on top of me until I can feel his sticky, semen-soaked pants against my flesh.

He sighs over our lips. “We’re in trouble, Wren.”

“Why?” I pant, gazing up at him.

“Because I need to marry you, Angel, real damn fast.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

WREN