“Baby girl, catch his cum and don't swallow.”
Andrea spins around, still straddling my head as she bends to take Cade’s cock down her throat. I close my mouth around her over-sensitive cunt and thrust up to match Cade’s pace, angling my hips to drive directly at his spot?—
“Gonna come,” he grunts. Shudders. “Ohhh.”
The spasm of his orgasm sets off a ripple effect. I pound into him one last time, emptying deep inside him as he unloads in Andrea’s mouth while she whimpers through another climax.
Cum dribbles from the corners of Andrea’s lips as she eases off us. Cade grasps her jaw. “Feed it to him.”
She lowers to my lips, parting hers, cum spilling onto my tongue. Andrea and Cade, Cade and Andrea. My everything. My purpose. My eyes roll back as another spurt of cum shoots from my dick into Cade.
I slap his ass twice. He doesn’t need instruction, rising off my cock to present his hole, open and dripping cum. Grabbing him by the hips, I yank him down to my mouth and spit the cum Andrea fed me inside.
Our fucked up sacrament.
They collapse on either side of me, draping their naked bodies over mine.
Calm. Quiet. Satiated.
I kiss the top of each of their heads.
“How’s the pain, baby girl?”
“Mmm.” Her eyes stay closed. “Might be bad later. Don’t care. Worth it.”
Cade’s head pops up, concern knitting his brows. I shove his head back down.
“We’ll clean up and I’ll massage you again,” I tell her. She hums, snuggling into me like a cat.
Cade shoots up again.
“Baby, relax?—”
“Your phone is driving me nuts,” he mutters, crawling to my discarded jeans to retrieve it. Then he shoves the device at me.
Any peace we claimed moments ago vanishes.
(10) missed calls.
(15) unread texts.
Darren.
Ashby.
Andrea’s hand covers mine, turning the screen to see the next incoming call…
Pastor Sinclair.
Seventy-One
ANDREA
The complete 180-degreeflip from two minutes ago has my equilibrium off. Woozy and dizzy and confused. The remnants of pleasure still sparkle through my body like strings of LED lights. My limbs are jelly despite the growing soreness in my core.
I haven’t had penetrative sex since Cade took my virginity in the chapel storage room. And as much as I want Seba, his cock scares the shit out of me. Cade wasn’t kidding— it’s a fucking baseball bat. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to take him, but I’m sure as shit giving it a shot.
Focus. Focus. Focus.
